I'd sing you to sleep, on a TARDIS's wings
I'm 21, ugly, and likely to be single for the rest of my life. I'm not anything really special, just a guy who's trying to survive, which is more than enough of a challenge.
I used to be a Christian, but now, I'm not too sure of what I am. Politically and spirtually, I would have to compare myself to Sarah Palin (and that's Sarah Palin, not Tina Fey, who I think is brilliant, too, but still, a lot of people tend to get them confused). As a person ... I'm not as nice as I used to be. I'm not very forgiving. I have a lot of wounds that I don't expect to heal.
I like Doctor Who, Harry Potter, The Lord of the Rings, House MD, and Bones. I spend a lot of time at Starbucks, even though I'm too broke to buy anything, most of the time. I write (well, wrote) poetry, and also a couple of plays. I love the theatre, music, and just about any type of intelligent art, though I usually loathe most people who consider themselves artists, actors, musicians, writers, or poets of any kind.
I don't have many friends, no close friends, and I'm not very close to my family. I'm just a randir, a wanderer; enduring the days to death. But I am here if you need me. Namarie.
I used to be a Christian, but now, I'm not too sure of what I am. Politically and spirtually, I would have to compare myself to Sarah Palin (and that's Sarah Palin, not Tina Fey, who I think is brilliant, too, but still, a lot of people tend to get them confused). As a person ... I'm not as nice as I used to be. I'm not very forgiving. I have a lot of wounds that I don't expect to heal.
I like Doctor Who, Harry Potter, The Lord of the Rings, House MD, and Bones. I spend a lot of time at Starbucks, even though I'm too broke to buy anything, most of the time. I write (well, wrote) poetry, and also a couple of plays. I love the theatre, music, and just about any type of intelligent art, though I usually loathe most people who consider themselves artists, actors, musicians, writers, or poets of any kind.
I don't have many friends, no close friends, and I'm not very close to my family. I'm just a randir, a wanderer; enduring the days to death. But I am here if you need me. Namarie.
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Posts tagged "poetry"
Blessed are the legend-makers with their rhyme
of things not found within recorded time.
It is not they that have forgot the Night,
or bid us flee to organized delight,
in lotus-isles of economic bliss
forswearing souls to gain a Circe-kiss
(and counterfeit at that, machine-produced,
bogus seduction of the twice-seduced).
Such isles they saw afar, and ones more fair,
and those that hear them yet may yet beware.
They have seen Death and ultimate defeat,
and yet they would not in despair retreat,
but oft to victory have tuned the lyre
and kindled hearts with legendary fire,
illuminating Now and dark Hath-been
with light of suns as yet by no man seen.
of things not found within recorded time.
It is not they that have forgot the Night,
or bid us flee to organized delight,
in lotus-isles of economic bliss
forswearing souls to gain a Circe-kiss
(and counterfeit at that, machine-produced,
bogus seduction of the twice-seduced).
Such isles they saw afar, and ones more fair,
and those that hear them yet may yet beware.
They have seen Death and ultimate defeat,
and yet they would not in despair retreat,
but oft to victory have tuned the lyre
and kindled hearts with legendary fire,
illuminating Now and dark Hath-been
with light of suns as yet by no man seen.
from Mythopoeia by J.R.R. Tolkien
