Unabridged

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"'It always has to end, doesn’t it? We always have to separate.'

'Yes,' I said.

He was insistent, 'But it doesn’t always have to be that way. We could be together someday for always.'

'Oh, no,' I told him, wondering if he knew it was all over. 'We keep running till we die. We separate; get further apart, till we are dead.'

He has no home; he is unhappy. I could be the source of his joy, the refuge of his life. And I can only pass on.

Something in me wants more. I can’t rest. Without emotion I let him kiss me. The evening had been lovely, complete. I had been alone more than I could have been had I gone by myself. The poor guy; there is no one nicer.

Perhaps someday I’ll crawl back home, beaten, defeated.

But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow."

-Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

"Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want" -She and Him (cover)

Good times for a change
See, the luck I've had
Can make a good man
Turn bad

So please, please, please
Let me, let me, let me
Let me get what I want
This time


Haven't had a dream in a long time
See, the life I've had
Can make a good man bad


So for once in my life
Let me get what I want
Lord knows, it would be the first time
Lord knows, it would be the first time

Shine On

"When The Rain Came"- A Poem

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I remember the day

When I rode my bike home in the rain.

The sky got quiet and the trees didn’t breathe,

And then the rain came.

I’d never felt a million needles

Landing on my skin all at once,

But that day, I swear to you,

I felt alive.

I was alive when the mascara ran down my face,

Like cascading rivers of blackness.

I was alive when my jeans stuck to me,

Forcing my movement slowly to almost nothing.

I was alive because I remember laughing

Then gasping for some extra helpings of that

Air that was flooded with oxygen.

Crisp, energizing, and fresh oxygen,

While I pedaled, and pedaled

All the way to my warm garage.

And the best part was,

When I found shelter and the rainbow came out,

It was the most electrifying rainbow I’d ever seen,

Because I had given it life.

Ms. Esther Greenwood

“Do you know what a poem is, Esther?'
‘No, what?' I would say.
‘A piece of dust.'
Then, just as he was smiling and starting to look proud, I would say, 'So are the cadavers you cut up. So are the people you think you're curing. They're dust as dust as dust. I reckon a good poem lasts a whole lot longer than a hundred of those people put together.'

And of course Buddy wouldn't have any answer to that, because what I said was true. People were made of nothing so much as dust, and I couldn't see that doctoring all that dust was a bit better than writing poems people would remember and repeat to themselves when they were unhappy or sick or couldn't sleep.”

-Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

"World Spins Madly On" -The Weepies

Woke up and wished that I was dead
With an aching in my head
I lay motionless in bed
I thought of you and where you'd gone
and let the world spin madly on

Everything that I said I'd do
Like make the world brand new
And take the time for you
I just got lost and slept right through the dawn
And the world spins madly on

I let the day go by
I always say goodbye
I watch the stars from my window sill
The whole world is moving and I'm standing still

Woke up and wished that I was dead
With an aching in my head
I lay motionless in bed
The night is here and the day is gone
And the world spins madly on

I thought of you and where you'd gone
And the world spins madly on.

(I chose this song as the title for my 365 blog. I feel that its message is that no matter what happens, good or bad, the world is always spinning and time will still go on, either with or without you.)