As Eternity has reckoned

There’s a lifetime in a second.

Piet Hein, “Groaks”

 
 
 

For long you live and high you fly

and smiles you’ll give and tears you’ll cry

and all that you touch and all that you see

is all your life will ever be.

Pink Floyd

 
 
 

“The true poem rests between the words.”

 
 
 
 

Sweet is love when all is sane

Sweet is death to rid the pain

Cruel is death when all is well

Cruel is love when all is hell

Author unkown

 
 
 

You think of me just like a butterfly

You wanna pin me to your wall so I can never fly.

Just like a flower that you need to dry
Caught between two books, squeeze me till I die

Thumb-Break Me

 
 
 

I see things as they are,

as they were and as they will be.

And he was the lord of the things that are not,
and were not
and never will be

Neil Gaiman, “The Wake”

 
 
 

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and I choose the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost

 
 
 

Cold hearted orb that rules the night,

Removes the colours from our sight

Red is grey, and yellow white

But we decide which is right.

And which is an illusion.

Pinprick holes in a colourless sky,
Let incipient figures of light pass by,
The mighty light of ten thousand suns,
Challanges infinity and is soon gone.

Night time, to some, a brief interlude,
To others, the fear of solititude.
Brave Helios, wake up your steeds,
Bring us the warmth the countryside needs.

The Day Begins (Moody Blues)

 
 
 

I know someday you’ll have a beautiful life

I know you’ll be a star, in somebody else’s sky

But why, why, why can’t it be mine?

Pearl Jam, “Black”

 
 
 

I drink to our ruined house, to the dolor of my life, to our loneliness together; and to you I raise my glass, to lying lips that have betrayed us, to dead-cold pitiless eyes, and to the hard realities; that the world is brutal and coarse, that God, in fact, has not saved us.

Akhmatova

 
 
 

All that we see or seem

is but a dream within a dream

Edgar Allen Poe

 
 
 

Here is my gift, not roses on your grave,

not sticks of burning incense.

You lived aloof, maintaining to the end

your magnificent disdain.

You drank wine, and told the wittiest jokes,

and suffocated inside stifling walls.

Alone you let the terrible stranger in,

and stayed with her alone.

 

Now you’re gone, and nobody says a word

about your troubled and exalted life.

Only my voice, like a flute, will mourn

at your dumb funeral feast.

Oh, who would have dared believe that half-crazed I,

I, sick with grief for the buried past,

I, smoldering on a slow fire,

having lost everything and forgotten all,

would be fated to commemorate a man

so full of strength and will and bright inventions,

who only yesterday it seems, chatted with me,

hiding the tremor of his mortal pain.

Anna Akhmatova, “In Memory of M. B.”

 
 
 

I will hold the candle till it burns up my arm

I’ll keep takin’ punches until their will grows tired

I will stare the sun down until my eyes go blind

I won’t change direction, and I won’t change my mind

How much difference does it make

I’ll swallow poison, until I grow immune
I will scream my lungs out till it fills this room
How much difference
How much difference does it make

Pearl Jam, Indifference

 
 
 

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

Robert Frost, “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”

 
 
 

A true friend is the one who knows the song in your heart and sings you the song when you’re torn apart

 
 
 
 

Society is an eternal night

pierced by single stars glowing in a

neverending Darkness

Ben Rifkin

 
 
 

“Could I have been anyone other than me?”

Dave Matthews from Dancing Nancies

 
 
 

I was me, but now he is gone.

Metallica, “Fade to Black”

 
 
 

If you love something, let it go.

If it comes back to you, it’s yours.

If it doesn’t, it never was.

 
 
 
 

I hope everybody can find a little flame

Me, I say my prayers,

then just light myself on fire

and walk out on the wire once again

Counting Crows, “Goodnight Elizabeth”

 

By Velu

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