1. 1 year ago 

   I feel cheated

   No More Clichés

   Beautiful face
   That like a daisy opens its petals to the sun
   So do you
   Open your face to me as I turn the page.
   
   Enchanting smile
   Any man would be under your spell,
   Oh, beauty of a magazine.
   
   How many poems have been written to you?
   How many Dantes have written to you, Beatrice?
   To your obsessive illusion
   To your manufactured fantasy.
   
   But today I won’t make one more Cliché
   And write this poem to you.
   No, no more clichés.
   
   This poem is dedicated to those women
   Whose beauty is in their charm,
   In their intelligence,
   In their character,
   Not on their fabricated looks.
   
   This poem is to you women,
   That like a Shahrazade wake up
   Everyday with a new story to tell,
   A story that sings for change
   That hopes for battles:
   Battles for the love of the united flesh
   Battles for passions aroused by a new day
   Battles for the neglected rights
   Or just battles to survive one more night.
   
   Yes, to you women in a world of pain
   To you, bright star in this ever-spending universe
   To you, fighter of a thousand-and-one fights
   To you, friend of my heart.
   
   From now on, my head won’t look down to a magazine
   Rather, it will contemplate the night
   And its bright stars,
   And so, no more clichés.

   - Octavio Paz

2. 1 year ago 

   blindfoldlove asked: okay dear your not allowed to like anymore of my stuff unless you start posting some blog entries up!Your a phenomenal writer, put your talent to use, and grace the world with it:) haha loooove you bud.

   Ask and your shall receive.
   (An unholy amount of time later).

3. Notes: 1 / 1 year ago 

   It’s funny how things turn out sometimes…

   A year ago, I wouldn’t have guessed where I am in life today. This last year has been a painful one. One of letdowns, melancholy, heartbreak, and pain. I have been constantly reminded in these twelve months of
   my insufficiency.
   My frailty.
   My stupidity and sin.

   But none of this moves me to sadness.

   And this is why.

   Because of those letdowns, I have learned to trust wholeheartedly in the One who will never let me down.

   Because of the melancholy, I followed more fervently the Lamb that is the source of all joy

   Because of the heartbreak, I realized my plans will always pale in comparison to what my Savior has in store.

   Because of the pain, I desire to follow Christ with a burning passion that will eclipse all feeble attempts I have made at it in the past.

   Here’s my life Lord,
   Take and seal it,
   Seal it for thy courts above

   And I thank Christ Jesus our Lord who has enabled me, because He counted me faithful, putting me into the ministry, (1 Timothy 1:12 NKJV)

4. 1 year ago 

   Standing on a precipice, Wondering when to step out in faith. Staring at a crossroads, Contemplating which path my life may lead me along.

5. Notes: 2 / 1 year ago 
   

   I pray that one day, this text will describe me.

    
6. Notes: 1 / 2 years ago 
   

   Beauty…

   What is it? Composers have written entire symphonies about it. Photographers have tried to capture it with their shutters. And poets struggle to define it. In the poem below, Lord Byron praises the outward physical beauty of an unknown woman. But beauty isn’t something that is only visible on the outside. It lives in the way a person conducts themself. In 1 Peter 3:3a & 4 it says that: “Your beauty shouldn’t come from outward adornment … Instead, it should be that of your inner self,the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God’s sight. Unfortunately not many people take time these days appreciate the innate beauty all humans have possession of. I encourage you to invest in everyone come into contact with. Share Christ ‘s love.

   This post wasn’t quite as focused as I had hoped it would be, but it’s an accurate account of the thoughts that reading this poem spawned.

   That’s all folks…

    
7. Notes: 2 / 2 years ago 

   Honestly, this poem was the first that I became interested in. Before Lord Byron, I had no interest in poetry. It was something too lofty and impersonal for me to be captivated by. So, without further ado,

   She Walks in Beauty

   She walks in beauty, like the night 

   Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

   And all that’s best of dark and bright    

   Meet in her aspect and her eyes;

   Thus mellowed to that tender light    

   Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

   One shade the more, one ray the less,    

   Had half impaired the nameless grace

   Which waves in every raven tress,   

    Or softly lightens o’er her face;

   Where thoughts serenely sweet express,    

   How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

   And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,    

   So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,

   The smiles that win, the tints that glow,    

   But tell of days in goodness spent,

   A mind at peace with all below,    

   A heart whose love is innocent!

8. Notes: 1 / 2 years ago 

   And so it begins…

   Right off the bat I’m going to say that I’m fond of elpipsis, a.k.a. these little things “…”. And if you stick around long enough you’ll probably see them crop up many times in my posts… See? What did i tell you? Look at me, I completely forgot to introduce myself. My name is Nick. My first love is Jesus Christ, afterwards come music, longboarding, and books. I apologize in advance for the usteady and scattered way in which my thoughts transfer onto this computer screen. Two of the coolest people I’ve had the pleasure of meeting suggested that I start a blog of my own and at their urging, I’ve decided to give it a shot. My general idea for this blog is to take some of my favorite literature and poetry and give my opinion on it. Narcissistic? Perhaps. I’ll do my best to confine myself to that subject because if not, I must resort to posting on the subject of my life. And honestly, not much to see there. Well, I’ll be posting one of my favorite poems by the famous Lord Byron shortly and i hope you enjoy it. Until next time…

9. 2 years ago 
   

   Sometimes profound, always poigant…

    
10. Notes: 1 / 2 years ago 

    Oregon is grrrrreat:))$

"A room without a book, is like a body without a soul."

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