Sekhmet, the Lion-headed Goddess of War (Margaret Atwood Poem)
He was the sort of man who wouldn't hurt a fly. Many flies are now alive while he is not. ...
He was the sort of man who wouldn't hurt a fly. Many flies are now alive while he is not. ...
The world is full of women who'd tell me I should be ashamed of myself if they had the chance. ...
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size But when ...
The cypress stood up like a church That night we felt our love would hold, And saintly moonlight seemed to ...
You don't believe -- I won't attempt to make ye: You are asleep -- I won't attempt to wake ye. ...
To see a world in a grain of sand And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the ...
I can't have it and you can't have it and we won't get it so don't bet on it or ...
Van Gogh cut off his ear gave it to a prostitute who flung it away in extreme disgust. Van, whores ...
they found him walking along the freeway all red in front he had taken a rusty tin can and cut ...
the history of melancholia includes all of us. me, I writhe in dirty sheets while staring at blue walls and ...
at high noon at a small college near the beach sober the sweat running down my arms a spot of ...
often it is the only thing between you and impossibility. no drink, no woman's love, no wealth can match it. ...
first time my father overheard me listening to this bit of music he asked me, "what is it?" "it's called ...
in the hospitals and jails it's the worst in madhouses it's the worst in penthouses it's the worst in skid ...
Long walks at night-- that's what good for the soul: peeking into windows watching tired housewives trying to fight off ...
A magic moment I remember: I raised my eyes and you were there. A fleeting vision, the quintessence Of all ...
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) i am never without it (anywhere i go ...
It's easy to fight when everything's right, And you're mad with the thrill and the glory; It's easy to cheer ...
With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does ...
Wouldn't this old world be better If the folks we meet would say - "I know something good about you!" ...
Start where you stand and never mind the past, The past won't help you in beginning new, If you have ...
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