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The Minute I Heard My First Love Story

[ 0 ] June 6, 2009

This is one of my favorite Rumi poems from his book the Book of Love: Poems of Ecstasy and Longing.

The minute I heard my first love story
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.

Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere.
They’re in each other all along.

by Maulana Jalalu’ddin Rumi

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Alone by Maya Angelou

[ 0 ] May 30, 2009


Lying, thinking
Last night
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty
And bread loaf is not stone
I came up with one thing
And I don’t believe I’m wrong
That nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

There are some millionaires
With money they can’t use
Their wives run round like banshees
Their children sing the blues
They’ve got expensive doctors
To cure their hearts of stone.
But nobody
No, nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Now if you listen closely
I’ll tell you what I know
Storm clouds are gathering
The wind is gonna blow
The race of man is suffering
And I can hear the moan,
‘Cause nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

by Maya Angelou

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My One And Only Card Poem

[ 1 ] May 22, 2009

dozen red roses

Today is my 23rd birthday. I woke up to a wonderful surprise and received one of the best cards ever. Along with this card was a dozen roses.

My One And Only

“My one-and-only”
is an old-fashioned phrase
that people used to use
in old songs and movies.

But it perfectly describes
the treasure that dropped
into my life
the day I met you.

Since then,
our love has grown
deeper and stronger,
into a trusting bond.

Sure, we have challenges
like any couple,
but we work
through them together.

And although life may not be perfect,
the love I feel for you is.

So on your birthday,
I say with all my heart
that you’ve made me
unspeakably happy.

And althought it might sound
old-fashioned to say-\
you are
and always will be
“my one-and-only”.

Written by Emily Larkin

Even thought we’re not going out partying, I still hope you have an Amazing Day!

Love Emma.

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My Loves by Langston Hughes

[ 0 ] May 21, 2009

After publishing Dream Deferred by Langston Hughes, I went to check out his poetry book. 860 poems later, I think I found my favorite.

My Loves

I love to see the big white moon,
A-shining in the sky;
I love to see the little stars,
When the shadow clouds go by.

I love the rain drops falling
On my roof-top in the night;
I love the soft wind’s sighing,
Before the dawn’s gray light.

I love the deepness of the blue,
In my Lord’s heaven above;
But better than all these things I think
I love my lady love.

by Langston Hughes

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Loves Deceit Poem Interpretation

[ 3 ] May 18, 2009

Loves Deceit is a poem by Big Rube that was recited on the movie ATL. It’s been a popular poem on our site and many of our readers have read this poem. One reader, Holden, commented “can someone explain this poem to me in depth please? and yes i know it has to do with love.” So I decided to break down the poem by paragraph. My analysis of the poem will be in italics.

“Loves Deceit”

Pleasure turns to the pain,
Of the lessons learned from the strain,
Of the questions burned in my brain,
About whether to love is humane
In its touch.

The good feeling of love is gone, and now it hurts. From heartbreak lessons of life are learned, discovering how much love can hurt. Love is pain, is it right to feel this bad?

These thoughts are like salmon
Swimming upstream
In the tears of your deceit,
Fighting the current hurt
That kills more than is created
By the chaos of our intertwined emotions:
Chaotic because the anchor
Of Eros’ arrow has been plucked from the vessel
Of my undying infatuation.

The thoughts of the broken love are difficult to comprehend, almost impossible. It’s like fish swimming the wrong way, impossible. The feeling of a lost love doesn’t make sense, emotions running wild. Eros, the Greek god of love and sexual desire, now gone. Sort of like removing a love connection made by Cupid (Eros is less cliche then cupid, makes the poem a bit better).

Separation not as simple as the distance between us,
My mind no longer possessed
By the demons
That had been the overseers
Of my enslavement to your lies.

Being apart from love isn’t as simple as something like time or distance, it’s more complex. However, no longer being in love has made it possible to get away from the person and lies.

The seeds of these lies,
Rooted so deeply
They have cracked the foundation
Of what we once shared,
Allowing the faith in us I had sealed inside
To gush out like a river,
Ripping the image of our future together
From my thoughts
As violently and as brutally
As if it were a child being taken
From his mother’s arms.

The lies broke us apart, they ruined the relationship and the love that used to be there. He thought the love would survive but after it didn’t he let the thought go. To let in the pain that was unbearable, referencing a child being separated from his mother. Separating something that isn’t meant to be apart.

I’m left surrounded in darkness,
But I refuse to be swallowed by it,
My loneliness like the night air.
Invisible to the eye, oblivious to the touch,
In its cold uncomfortableness.

Now alone, but fighting against the loneliness. Refusing to give into the pain. It’s overwhelming but able to be hidden.

Yet if I could do it all over again,
I’d do it in the same skin I’m in.
To lay down and let love die,
Just stay down and let love lie:
No, no, not I.
I’ll stay ’round and let love fly,
Even though I have seen its darkest form, deceit.
Nothing else could taste this warm
Or feel this sweet.

But if it could be done all over again, it would be done exactly the same. Basically “its better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all”. At the end they still believe in love and they’d never surrender that feeling. Even though the end result was heartbreak, it was “warm and sweet” while it lasted.

by Big Rube
interpreted by Matthew Henrickson

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Dream Deferred by Langston Hughes

[ 0 ] May 15, 2009

“Dream Deferred”
by Langston Hughes

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
Like a raisin in the sun?

Or fester like a sore–
And then run?

Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over–
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

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I Carry Your Heart With Me by E.E Cummings

[ 0 ] May 14, 2009

“i carry your heart with me”
By E.E. Cummings

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)

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You’re Not Sorry Lyrics by Taylor Swift

[ 0 ] April 14, 2009

I was surprised how much I liked this song. Great lyrics, however if you want to listen to this song, try to find the You’re Not Sorry remix. Also known as CSI remix. It was the song they played when she was on the show (and did a good job).

You’re Not Sorry by Taylor Swift

All this time I was wasting
Hoping you would come around
I’ve been giving out chances every time
And all you do is let me down

And it’s taking me this long
Baby but I figured you out
And you’re thinking we’ll be fine again
But not this time around

You don’t have to call anymore
I won’t pick up the phone
This is the last straw
Don’t wanna hurt anymore

And you can say that you’re sorry
But I don’t believe you baby
Like I did before
You’re not sorry, no, no, no, no

Looking so innocent
I might believe you if I didn’t know
Could’ve loved you all my life
If you hadn’t left me waiting in the cold

And you got your share of secrets
And I’m tired of being last to know
And now you’re asking me to listen
Cause it’s worked each time before

But you don’t have to call anymore
I won’t pick up the phone
This is the last straw
Don’t wanna hurt anymore

And you can tell me that you’re sorry
But I don’t believe you baby
Like I did before
You’re not sorry, no, no, oh
You’re not sorry, no, no, oh

You had me falling for you honey
And it never would’ve gone away, no
You used to shine so bright
But I watched all of it fade

So you don’t have to call anymore
I won’t pick up the phone
This is the last straw
There’s nothing left to beg for

And you can tell me that you’re sorry
But I don’t believe you baby
Like I did before
You’re not sorry, no, no, oh
You’re not sorry, no, no, oh
No, oh, no, oh, no oh
Whoa, no, no

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In Memory of Adelina Cruz Poem

[ 0 ] April 13, 2009

This poem was in the San Diego Union Tribune Friday April 10th, 2009. In memory of Adelina Cruz this poem was dedicated by Marie Antonette, missing her mother.

In Memory of Adelina Cruz

A million times I’ve needed you, a million times I’ve cried.
If my love could have saved you, you never would have died.
Things I feel so deeply are the hardest to say,
My Dearest Mom, I Loved You in a Very Special Way.
If I could have one wish, one dream, that could come true,
I’d pray to God with all my heart for yesterday and you.
No length of time can take away my thoughts of you today…
It’s been four years, Moms, and I miss you as much today as the day you went away….

RIP Adelina H. Cruz – August 26th, 1924 to April 10th, 2005.

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Your Guardian Angel

[ 2 ] April 11, 2009

Your Guardian Angel
April 10th, 2009

I’ve always been an Angel
The one supposed to guard your heart.
The one supposed to be your savior
At all costs.

I’ve always been the Guardian
That’s not only supposed to protect
And keep you safe,
But the one to heal all wounds.

I’ve always been a Guardian Angel
To all those that have needed me.
Rescued from nightmares
And every bad dream.

I’ve been by your side whenever I’ve been needed
Even not physically present, I’ve succeeded.
The voice guiding you down the right path
With whatever choices you face.

This Guardian Angel always protecting, but never protected
Is a fallen angel,
With broken wings and a broken soul.
Never truly, having His own, Guardian Angel.

His pieces have been scattered,
All throughout his life
Reaching out for someone
To be the one to save His life.
Always with a strong face,
Never letting in, He’ll always have to be the protector,
Without ever being protected.

My mistake with this poem, was that I stopped halfway through it, so it kind of got a bit broken. I’m definitely open to thoughts on how to make this one better. So many emotions with this though, its hard to fight through it. I’ve always been that one, wearing the Halo… Guardian Angel, but never perfect, far from it. Being strong for those that have needed me too, but I’ve never been able to be strong for myself. At least not when it counts. Depression is tough, and I haven’t had it this bad in a while.

The Guardian Angel, without a true Guardian Angel of His own. Who will save Him?

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