#658

Jul. 30th, 2012 11:43 am
[identity profile] frenchroast.livejournal.com
I don't want to see you waiting,
I've already gone too far away,
I still can't keep the day from ending,
No more messed up reasons for me to stay...

#655

Jul. 21st, 2010 04:21 pm
[identity profile] frenchroast.livejournal.com
“Good morning, Rosebud!”

#654

Jul. 20th, 2010 04:19 pm
[identity profile] frenchroast.livejournal.com
The difference between the right word and the almost right word is the difference between lightning and a lightning bug.
~Mark Twain

#651

Dec. 16th, 2009 11:58 pm
[identity profile] frenchroast.livejournal.com
The aging process has you firmly in its grasp if you never get the urge to throw a snowball.
~Doug Larson

#650

Dec. 15th, 2009 02:12 am
[identity profile] frenchroast.livejournal.com
O CAPTAIN! my Captain, our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up--for you the flag is flung--for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths--for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
The arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores and ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen Cold and Dead.

~Walt Whitman

#649

Dec. 14th, 2009 04:45 pm
[identity profile] frenchroast.livejournal.com
I hear the bells
Down in the canyons
It’s snowing New York
Some blue December
I’m going to the moon
About you going
I’m calling you throughout the world
And I can hear the bells are ringing
Joyful and triumphant
And I can hear the bells are ringing
Joyful and triumphant, and…
I hear the bells
They are like emeralds and
Glints in the night
Commas and ampersands
Your moony face--so inaccessible,
Your inner mind--so inexpressible;
And I can hear the bells are ringing
And I can hear the bells are ringing
Joyful and triumphant, and…
~Mike Doughty

#647

Dec. 10th, 2009 04:12 pm
[identity profile] frenchroast.livejournal.com
A hobo takes up residence in a McDonald’s playpen.

#645

Dec. 8th, 2009 04:07 pm
[identity profile] frenchroast.livejournal.com
Tears may be dried up, but the heart - never.
~Marguerite de Valois

#643

Nov. 18th, 2009 01:41 pm
[identity profile] frenchroast.livejournal.com
In the grey of last November
And the winter months that followed
There was left my soul and spirit
In the waters of my sorrow

Then I painted perfect pictures
And a smile that no one questioned
And inside we both were breaking
From the weight of our transgressions.
Alone...
~Eliot Morris

#641

Nov. 16th, 2009 12:42 am
[identity profile] frenchroast.livejournal.com
An adopted babysitter finds out that the young children she babysits every month are actually her brother and sister.

#640

Nov. 13th, 2009 11:42 pm
[identity profile] frenchroast.livejournal.com
"Where the hell are my pants?"
Page generated Jul. 26th, 2017 08:41 pm
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios