Read the abstract of your PhD thesis.
― DV (dirtyvicar), Monday, 11 September 2006 10:20 (eighteen years ago) link
― mark grout (mark grout), Monday, 11 September 2006 10:25 (eighteen years ago) link
The shadowing voices of our godsSinging on the calling winds...Where the cold waves and the longboats brought us far
The saga of the warriors from northlandSpeaks of greatness and strengthThe saga of the warriors from northlandAre the saga of many great a man
On seas against the openWe travelled on and onThrough the raging windsAnd storms we arrived
The shadowing voices of our godsSinging on the calling wind...Where the cold waves and the longboats brought us far
With sword in hand I now standOn my enemies landWith a northern heartI will fight until the day I die
My time will be remembered my time it will be knownBy my sons by my tribe and by the sun the sea and moon
For the who battle for his land his pride and for his menShall be remembered and stand eternally namedIn the legends of our land
Breathing in winds...From the essence of a roaring horizonBreathing in winds...From the cold sea call the shores of the north....
― Pashmina (Pashmina), Monday, 11 September 2006 10:27 (eighteen years ago) link
― Pashmina (Pashmina), Monday, 11 September 2006 10:28 (eighteen years ago) link
― barbarian marriages (jaybob3005), Monday, 11 September 2006 10:52 (eighteen years ago) link
The things about you I appreciatemay seem indelicate:
I’d like to find you in the showerAnd chase the soap for half an hour.I’d like to have you in my powerand see your eyes dilate.I’d like to have your back to scourAnd other parts to lubricate.Sometimes I feel it is my fateTo chase you screaming up a toweror make you cowerBy asking you to differentiateNietzsche from Schopenhauer.I’d like to successfully guess your weightand win you at a fete.I’d like to offer you a flower.
I like the hair upon your shoulders,Falling like water over boulders.I like the shoulders, too: they are essential.Your collar-bones have great potential(I’d like all your particulars in foldersmarked Confidential).
I like your cheeks, I like your nose,I like the way your lips discloseThe neat arrangement of your teeth(Half above and half beneath)in rows.
I like your eyes, I like their fringes.The way they focus on me gives me twinges.Your upper arms drive me berserk.I like the way your elbows work,on hinges.
I like your wrists, I like your glands,I like the fingers on your hands.I’d like to teach them how to count,And certain things we might exchange,Something familiar for something strange.I’d like to give you just the right amountand get some change.
I like it when you tilt your cheek up.I like the way you nod and hold a teacup.I like your legs when you unwind them.Even in trousers I don’t mind them.I like each softly-moulded kneecap.I like the little crease behind them.I’d always know, without a recap,where to find them.
I like the sculpture of your ears.I like the way your profile disappearsWhenever you decide to turn and face me.I’d like to cross two hemispheresand have you chase me.I’d like to smuggle you across frontiersOr sail with you at night into Tangiers.I’d like you to embrace me.
I’d like to see you ironing your skirtand cancelling other dates.I’d like to button up your shirt.I like the way your chest inflates.I’d like to soothe you when you’re hurtOr frightened senseless by invertebrates.
I’d like you even if you were malignAnd had a yen for sudden homicide.I’d let you put insecticideinto my wine.I’d even like you if you were the Bride of FrankensteinOr something ghoulish out of Mamoulian’s Jekyll and Hyde.I’d even like you as my Julian of Norwich or Cathleen ni HoulihanHow melodramaticIf you were something muttering in atticsLike Mrs Rochester or a student of boolean mathematics.
You are the end of self-abuse.You are the eternal feminine.I’d like to find a good excuseTo call on you and find you in.I’d like to put my hand beneath your chin.And see you grin.I’d like to taste your Charlotte Russe,I’d like to feel my lips upon your skin,I’d like to make you reproduce.
I’d like you in my confidence.I’d like to be your second look.I’d like to let you try the French Defenceand mate you with my rook.I’d like to be your preferenceand henceI’d like to be around when you unhook.I’d like to be your only audience,The final name in your appointment book,your future tense.
― C J (C J), Monday, 11 September 2006 11:13 (eighteen years ago) link
And did you get whatyou wanted from this life, even so?I did.And what did you want?To call myself beloved, to feel myselfbeloved on the earth.
–Raymond Carver
― estela (estela), Monday, 11 September 2006 11:34 (eighteen years ago) link
― Euai Kapaui (tracerhand), Monday, 11 September 2006 12:06 (eighteen years ago) link
― mark grout (mark grout), Monday, 11 September 2006 12:09 (eighteen years ago) link
This is home, homeAnd this is home, homeThis is home
I found your standing thereWhen I was seventeenNow I'm thirty-twoAnd I can't remember what I'd seen in youI made a promiseSaid it everydayNow I'm reading romance novelsAnd I'm dreaming of yesterday
I'd like to see the RivieraAnd slowdance underneath the starsI'd like to watch the sun come upIn a stranger's arms
I'm going crazyA little everydayAnd everything I wantedIs now driving me awayI woke this morningTo the sound of breaking heartsMine is full of questionsAnd it's tearing yours apartIt's tearing yours apart.
― ken c (ken c), Monday, 11 September 2006 12:15 (eighteen years ago) link
― JTS (JTS), Monday, 11 September 2006 12:22 (eighteen years ago) link
Now I got youNow you careNow you have me andNow I'm there
Now we're tied - Until death us do partNow I'm making my way insideNow I'm feeding myself with youAnd the more I grow, the more you declineNow we're tied until death us do part
LOCKLOCK space THE space DOOR spaceFOREVER
Now it's time for you to be sureThat the life we share will be longThat what can't be cured has to be enduredNow we're tied until death us do part
― wostyntje (wostyntje), Monday, 11 September 2006 15:44 (eighteen years ago) link
― Allyzay is cool: with Blue n White, with Eli Manning, with NY Giants (allyzay), Monday, 11 September 2006 16:41 (eighteen years ago) link
Repeat 'impossible men': not merely rustic, Foul-tempered or depraved(Dramatic foils chosen to show the world How well women behave, and always have behaved).
Impossible men: idle, illiterate, Self-pitying, dirty, sly,For whose appearance even in City parks Excuses must be made to casual passers-by.
Has God's supply of tolerable husbands Fallen, in fact, so low?Or do I always over-value woman At the expense of man? Do I? It might be so.
Robert Graves
― M. V. (M.V.), Monday, 11 September 2006 16:50 (eighteen years ago) link
from the velveteen rabbit? it's cute, but it might not fit the bill based on the uniqueness requirement. it's a pretty popular choice.
― lauren (laurenp), Monday, 11 September 2006 17:18 (eighteen years ago) link
Aw I liked that valentine one
― passé aggresif (darraghmac), Monday, 25 September 2017 23:25 (six years ago) link