Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Photo. Lyrics. Critter. (part 54)



"Across the Sea"

You are 18 year old girl who live in small city in Japan.
You heard me,
on the radio.
About one year ago and you wanted to know,
all about me,
and my hobbies.
My favorite food and my birthday
Why are you so far away from me?
I need help and you're way across the sea
I could never touch you - I think it would be wrong
I've got your letter
you've got my song

They don't make stationery like this where I'm from - so fragile, so refined
So I sniff
and I lick
your envelope and fall to little pieces every time
I wonder what clothes you wear to school
I wonder how you decorate your room
I wonder how you touch yourself
and curse myself for being across the sea

Why are you so far away from me?
I need help and you're way across the sea
I could never touch you - I think it would be wrong
I've got your letter
you've got my song

At 10 I shaved my head and tried to be a monk
I thought the older women would like me if i did
You see mom, I'm a good little boy
It's all your fault, momma.
It's all your fault

Goddamn, this business is really lame
I gotta live on an island to find the juice
So you send me
your love
from all around the world
As if I could live on words and dreams and a million screams
oh, how I need a hand in mine to feel.

Why are you so far away from me?
Why are you so far away from me?
I could never touch you - I think it would be wrong
I've got your letter
you've got my song
I've got your letter
you've got my song
-weeeeeeeezer


Saturday, March 10, 2012

Giveaway: Jane Austen Journal by Istria Design on Etsy

Giveaway, Jane Austen Journal by Istria Designs
 w/ bonus Choice of Handmade Card ($28 value)

Hi everyone!  I have got an AWESOME giveaway for you today! This winner will get this beautiful Jane Austen Journal by Istria Design along with their choice of a card from Istria Design on Etsy.  There is only 1 mandatory entry and that is that you go to Istria Design on Etsy and comment at the bottom of this post telling me what your favorite item is.  There are also many opportunities for extra entries.  You can tweet/blog/facebook about this giveaway.  You can also follow Istria on twitter and blogspot!  Here are all the your links!  Good Luck!

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Description:
This beautiful Jane Austen art journal was inspired by fashion from the regency era. The journal consists of 14 thick pages. Each page was designed by me, put together from high quality card stock, hand cut, and individually inked for that special vintage look.

Each page of the Jane Austen journal features a beautiful regency lady from Austen's era, as well as pieces from Jane Austen's old book covers. This Jane Austen inspired spring journal comes in beautiful pastel colors - orange, light brown, beige, pale pink, light blue, and green. At the very end there is a pocket filled with matching journaling cards, so that you can embellish the journal with your favorite quotes, or simply your memories and thoughts.




*Some of my favorite Jane Austen Quotes*

“An artist cannot do anything slovenly.”

“If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.”

“Let other pens dwell on guilt and misery.”

“One does not love a place the less for having suffered in it..”

“There is no charm equal to tenderness of heart.”

“There is nothing like staying at home for real comfort.”

“To be fond of dancing was a certain step towards falling in love.”

“We have all a better guide in ourselves, if we would attend to it, than any other person can be.”
 
“What is right to be done cannot be done too soon.”



Besides the journal, you also get your choice of 1 handmade card!
















Edgar Allan Poe Quotes on Etsy


A few of my personal favorite Poe quotes....

“All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.”

“
Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.
“

“I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.”

“I have great faith in fools; self-confidence my friends call it.
”

“I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.”

“
I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of Beauty.”


“If you wish to forget anything on the spot, make a note that this thing is to be remembered.
“

“The true genius shudders at incompleteness - and usually prefers silence to saying something which is not everything it should be.”



“There is an eloquence in true enthusiasm.”


And on Etsy....









  “Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore —
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door —
Only this and nothing more” – The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe


 
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Tuesday, March 6, 2012

I need sleep....any advice?

Arghhhh from being sick so much this year my sleep schedual is backwards and I cant seem to get back on track.  I'm up most the night and so I walk through my day in zombie mode.  It is reallly starting to take a toll on my brain.   Anyone have an advice for me?  That doesn't involve sleeping pills? Tylenol PM just makes me feel sort of drunk or something and it doesnt put me to sleep. 

But on the bright side I was browsing through Etsy tonight and I found this bag by Move Fast, Stay Still.  The quote  printed on the tote is from the poem "This is Just To Say" by William Carlos Williams and it is one
of my favorite poems. I can't even explain to you why I like this poem so much but I just do.  I know it is quite famous but as far as famous poems goes, this is as quirky as it gets.

I am pretty sure that I even posted this poem on my blog here several months ago....hmmm if I didn't actually post it, at least I know I thought about it!  :)


Friday, March 2, 2012

ALL Beatles Necklaces 25% OFF Now-March 9th

-Special *LUCKY YOU* MARCH SALE!-

~lowest prices of the year~

For one week only I will be running a sale for 25% off ALL of  my Beatles necklaces over at Jesse Anne Designs on Etsy.  Use coupon code "RINGO" at checkout to get 25% off your entire order when you buy one Beatles necklace! 










Thursday, February 2, 2012

Poem/Photography




Sonnet 29

When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man’s art, and that man’s scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee,—and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven’s gate;
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings

-William Shakespeare





Saturday, January 21, 2012

My Very First Memory.



My First Memory
The reason why I am even blogging about this to begin with is because I have posted lyrics and poetry on my blog more than a few times  already and I am always dancing on whether to post these particular lyrics…the song is “Yesterday” by the Beatles.  The basis for my apprehension is because this song is attached to my first memory ever, hence I feel like I owe it some sort of fancy disclaimer but I don’t have anything profound to say.  It is very simple, hearing this song really is my first memory and even when I try, I can’t remember anything before this.  I remember being in the living room of a house, the one I grew up in, one that I am pretty sure doesn’t exist anymore and I was with my dad and we listened to this song on one of his old records and we were quiet after it was over and I asked him “Why is he so sad?”.  I can remember my heart just breaking for the man singing this song and wanting to understand it.  Now over 20 years later, I know that the man is Paul McCartney and that there probably isn’t anything on earth that I could do to make him feel better.  But it is still the first thing I remember of my entire life and I love the connection it gives me to other people who have been changed by the music of the Beatles.  It isn’t just my first memory, it is something I have attached myself to ever since and I’m not the same person anymore.  So with all that said…here are some lyrics. 

“Yesterday”
Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away
Now it looks as though they're here to stay
Oh, I believe in yesterday.

Suddenly, I'm not half to man I used to be,
There's a shadow hanging over me.
Oh, yesterday came suddenly.

Why she had to go I don't know she wouldn't say.
I said something wrong, now I long for yesterday.

Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play.
Now I need a place to hide away.
Oh, I believe in yesterday.
-McCartney-Lennon
(I don’t want to hear it, McCartney-Lennon for this one)

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Shake Shake Shakespeare



Hello!  I normally would never devote an entire post to one new listing but yesterday I listed a necklace with a Shakespeare quote on it and I wanted to tell you all about it because of the two people in the photo prop...they are my grandparents and this is my favorite picture, ever.   I noted it in the listing but gosh I have so much more to say but still I don't know how to express it.  I love these two people more than I could ever tell you and they loved each other in a way that I have never seen before.  :)  So when you look at this necklace,  please do note the two folks in black and white in the background, they are my favorite people ever. 

So if your grandma or grandpa are still with you, give them a hug or call them.  You are very lucky.

http://www.etsy.com/listing/90832739/shakespeare-necklace-shakespeare-quote

Butterfly




"Butterfly"

Yesterday I went outside with my momma's mason jar
Caught a lovely butterfly
When I woke up today, looked in on my fairy pet
She had withered all away, no more sighing in her breast
I'm sorry for what I did, I did what my body told me to
I didn't mean to do you harm
Everytime I pin down what I think I want it slips away
The ghost slips away

Smell you on my hand for days
I can't wash away your scent
If I'm a dog then you're a bitch
I guess you're as real as me
Maybe I can live with that
Maybe I need fantasy, life of chasing butterfly
I'm sorry for what I did, I did what my body told me to
I didn't mean to do you harm
Everytime I pin down what I think I want it slips away
The ghost slips away

I told you I would return
When the robin makes his nest
But I ain't never coming back

I'm sorry, I'm sorry
I'm sorry

-Weezer (and NOW I'm sorry)


Tuesday, January 17, 2012

photo...words....critter




"man on the side"

six numbers, one more to dial
before I'm before you
I tried to call
been busy all night
gave up waiting at daylight

excuse me Mrs. Busybody
could you pencil me in when you can
though we both know that the worst part about it
is I would be free when you wanted me
if you wanted me

ohhhhh...
I am the man on the side
hoping you'll make up your mind
I am the one who will swallow his pride
life as the man on the side

one of the many
one of the few
to stand back and wait for you

excuse me Mrs. Busybody
could you pencil me in when you can
though we both know that the worst part about it
is I would be free when you wanted me
if you wanted me, if you wanted me

ohhhh...
I am the man on the side
hoping you'll make up your mind
I am the one who will swallow his pride
Life as the man on the side
Life as the man on the side

I fell in love with the dream that I built of you
playing the part of the queen
taking my own advice
I'm giving up tonight
good luck to you and the king

excuse me Mrs. Busybody
could you pencil me in
though we both know that the worst part about it
is I would be free when you wanted me
if you wanted me, if you wanted me

ohhhhh....
I am the man on the side
hoping you'll make up your mind
I am the one who will swallow his pride
life as the man
you know life as the man
living life as the man on the side

Sunday, January 15, 2012

Cow Love.


“A Thing Of Beauty”
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkn'd ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,
Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon
For simple sheep; and such are daffodils
With the green world they live in; and clear rills
That for themselves a cooling covert make
'Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake,
Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms:
And such too is the grandeur of the dooms
We have imagined for the mighty dead;
An endless fountain of immortal drink,
Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink.


-John Keats



Thursday, January 12, 2012

To-day



“To-Day”
I rake no coffined clay, nor publish wide
The resurrection of departed pride.
Safe in their ancient crannies, dark and deep,
Let kings and conquerors, saints and soldiers sleep--
Late in the world,--too late perchance for fame,
Just late enough to reap abundant blame,--
I choose a novel theme, a bold abuse
Of critic charters, an unlaurelled Muse.

Old mouldy men and books and names and lands
Disgust my reason and defile my hands.
I had as lief respect an ancient shoe,
As love old things for age, and hate the new.
I spurn the Past, my mind disdains its nod,
Nor kneels in homage to so mean a God.
I laugh at those who, while they gape and gaze,
The bald antiquity of China praise.
Youth is (whatever cynic tubs pretend)
The fault that boys and nations soonest mend.

-Ralph Waldo Emerson



Wednesday, January 11, 2012

XVII (photo, poem, critter)



Sonnet 17
Who will believe my verse in time to come,
If it were fill'd with your most high deserts?
Though yet heaven knows it is but as a tomb
Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts.
If I could write the beauty of your eyes,
And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
The age to come would say 'This poet lies;
Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces.'
So should my papers, yellow'd with their age,
Be scorn'd, like old men of less truth than tongue,
And your true rights be term'd a poet's rage
And stretched metre of an antique song:
But were some child of yours alive that time,
You should live twice, in it, and in my rhyme.
-William Shakespeare

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

A Snack.


"This Is Just To Say"

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

-William Carlos Williams 1934


For You.



"i carry your heart with me"

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

-e.e. cummings 1958



Monday, January 9, 2012

And Be One Squirrel, Long I Stood




"The Road Not Taken"

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,


And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference

-Robert Frost 1920






The Early Bird Etsy Finds...

Guess what these are made from?  No really guess...



A pink cloud would have sparkle rain drops.




One of my favorite dress shops on Etsy.



Love this!



One of my favorite poets, John Keats.




Thinking summer thoughts...




I want to hug this kitty.



so fun!



The sweetest warm tones!