Response by Michael Bolis
I. SUCCESS
Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne'er succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requires sorest need.
Not one of all the purple host
Who took the flag to-day
Can tell the definition,
So clear, of victory,
As he, defeated, dying,
On whose forbidden ear
The distant strains of triumph
Break, agonized and clear!
Emily Dickinson
Response by Alyssa
I wrote this song and
thought it would be fun to put up here! Yay for math.
Dreams are best when the music floats through your eyes,
And the colors stain the very breath inside your world,
Let me remain till teh stars dissolve into my glass,
Oh i can feel, I can see teh words bleed form your mouth.
Oh lover take me to, my Ever Land,
Where the Wind will not cease,
Our diamond bones never taint, even in the velvet black,
We intertwine to make peace.
But dreams cause pain when the photographs start to fade
And every dream reeks and drowns us all in despair
Even infants scream cause the breast won't pacify
And all attempts at faith are purged from our souls
Oh lover take me to my Ever Land
Where my soul glides free.
We will press past the fear, that stiffles breath
And shall not halt lest we see.
Because we intertwine to make peace.
Response by rv
What do you think of me
well today, i am happy
do you care for me
you should
becasue usually im not
im worried
but today it doesnt matter
what you think of me
becasue today i am happy
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Response by Samantha
These tears I cry.
I wish I could cry for the alone and forgot
The ones who tried to escape and got caught
For the ones who lock themselves up and don't live
For the ones who never learned how to forgive
I wish I could cry for the orphans or the blind
The people who are rejected for just being kind
For the victims of war or the homeless on the street
All the people who are hopeless and crushed by defeat
I wish I could cry for the world's pain
For the world's hunger and the world's shame
But really these tears are just for you
You don't even deserve them but they're for you
They don't even faze you, but they're for you.
Response by Lauren
Meditative Rose
Watch out for the fool moon tonight.
It’s a hazard tonight.
There are so many flashes, everything colliding, at one point in time.
But the wind blows and whispers sweet nothings in my ear.
No longer colliding at one point.
No longer colliding with me.
The white coats are coming tonight.
No longer free.
Just fear of isolation from the abyss.
I am submerged into my own solitude.
Ten thousand days, one day ten thousand times.
No longer at my window.
I no longer feel the wind caressing my window.
I am falling from grace.
I just wanted to know what it feels like to taste fate.
Like a tortured soul in the middle of a strawberry field.
Just floating in this great abyss called my life.
No longer a stereotype, no longer a fool.
Can you see the shadows at night, I can.
It’s a blue sky tonight; I wonder what it will be like.
No rules.
No limits.
No fear.
Response by Michael Bolis
IF
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, dont deal in lies,
Or being hated, dont give way to hating,
And yet dont look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stood and build'em up with worn out tools:
If you can make one heep of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If niether foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of a distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more --you'll be a Man, my son!
--Rudyard Kipling
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