funny, SQUARED.

The Square Root of 3 by Dave Feinberg

I’m sure that I will always be

A lonely number like root three

The three is all that’s good and right,

Why must my three keep out of sight

Beneath the vicious square root sign,

I wish instead I were a nine

For nine could thwart this evil trick,

with just some quick arithmetic

I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321

Such is my reality, a sad irrationality

When hark! What is this I see,

Another square root of a three

As quietly co-waltzing by,

Together now we multiply

To form a number we prefer,

Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our mortal bonds

With the wave of magic wands

Our square root signs become unglued

Your love for me has been renewed

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In tribute to the oh so veryyy funny "Harold and Kumar: Escape From Guantanomo Bay". I just HAD to post this poem. I was sooooooooo weak when Kumar was reciting this poem (watch it, and you'll understand why). I must say though, this poem is pretty clever and siiick. Hhahahaah, never read a poem that had to deal with math and love. Lmao. =] Interesting. Enjoy! And watch the movie, I highly recommend it if you need a good laugh lols. =]

xoxo,
Kristine

this much is True.

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)

One Art by Elizabeth Bishop

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

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So these 2 poems I heard on 'In Her Shoes' and I thought it they were both very beautiful. Also very meaningful=]. "I Carry Your Heart With Me" has become one of my favorite poems by far! It's hella deep and touching!! I'm prolly gonna use that poem for my wedding or something, on the realll lollls. And "One Art", yes, the art of losing isn't hard to master. All you gotta do is accept loss, and accept that it's okay to have loss. Haah anyway, I wanted to post famous poems since I haven't in a lil while. Enjoy! =]

xoxo,

Kristine

ALONEtime.

Written: April 23, 2008 @ 11:20pm

Free versing, just letting it all out,
I'm not sure what will come out of this.
It could possibly be the frustration I feel that
makes me want to shout,
or perhaps how some days I feel perfect, all bliss.
I'm not a sucker for together as one happiness,
but sometimes I think it's something worth having.
I don't know if I need someone to heal all this,
and I'm not sure if that thought will be a heart's stabbing.
See I'm in this position where I'm straddling
the good as well as the bad,
and it's all so confusing yet so satisfying.
I'm glad of what I went through and what I've had,
but I'm angry that from all of it I've made done my share of crying.
It's like I'm grasping life as it goes,
and I'm screaming que sera sera for a healing.
But I'm afraid that loneliness slowly shows,
and I'm closing my eyes in prayer, wishing.
What does it take for the perfect balance from each side,
and where smiles and frowns are equally being used.
Is the answer another soul for mines to confide,
or another reason to say my heart is renewed.

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Hmmm, haha I guess. Interesting where my mind is. Like I said, I love writing poetry because when I need to find myself, I can write and then realize exactly what I'm thinking in the back of my head and therefore work on whatever it is from there... My PERFECT remedy to sort out all the thinking, instead of pondering on it... Poetry let's you get things out that you didn't know you were even thinking, and it most definitely replenishes you.... Well, I can say that for me =]. Everyone has their own little remedies to get things off their mind... =] Okay, well til next time... Goodnight moon.

xoxo,
Kristine

UNreachable.

Written: April 15, 2008 @ 11:11pm

What do you do,

when you can't help but focus on something that's unreachable.
But when you do, it's as if it's screaming perfect.
It comes off as immaculate,
masterful,
untarnished,
plainly utopia.
I don't know what it is that compels me,
but i'm sure if it's so strong i should follow it.
At times I must admit,

I sigh to myself everytime it lingers in my head.
And I always look away from dreaming to come back to reality.
Call me crazy and insane for wanting something that's beyond me,
think i'm unbelievable because I see some hope floatin in the future.

What do you do,
If it's something that you've yearned for lately,

and it's not quite clear of why it's so stuck and engraved.

It's all so clear closed in my mind but once i open my eyes,

I can't help but wish I was dreaming again.
Everything seems so timeless and the seconds,
minutes,
hours,
days
all stop in time when i imagine it.
Unknowing to the reasons of these feelings,
foreign to the power that it has over my mind&heart.
Sometimes I want to scream out loud for even believing in chances,
and sometimes I throw my fists together to force myself to holdin it.

What do you do,

when something you want is something so far fetched.
I'm so intertwined with my thoughts,
so caught up in daydreaming.
Does it stop me from focusing on the now,
and does it hold me back from feeling what i want if i just let it.
I want something i can't reach,
and I'm so focused on touching it I can't keep my head on straight.
I'm believing,
hoping,
yearning,
just for that day to come for another chance,
a chance,
of which will be the most beautiful opportunity,
to say hello to Love again.

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Cupid's hit, and it's a hit that's so unreachable and is just all in a dream's works. Hahah. This is where, "Anything is possible, thats the beauty of living..." comes into play, but it's so far-fetched. Hahah. Peace easy guys.

xoxo,

Kristine

enCOURAGEment.

Written: April 4, 2008 @ 11:11pm

I sit.

I sit with my eyes closed and my hands to my head.

Many thoughts of my past flash back and forth.

I'm not selfish.

Selfish would be to ask why I've been hurt,

why I've smiled,

why I've achieved,

why I've failed.

I am not unworthy.

I am worthy for who's in my life,

worthy of the ups and downs that i've tasted,

worthy of the path I'm chosen to walk down.

I lay.

I lay down with my eyes averted to the ceiling.

In which I grasp the deals and decisions I've made.

I don't know where I'm going.

Only know where I've been,

enough to guide me from one step to the next.

I'm not ungrateful.

I am accepting to all things made for me,

all things that's not destined to be mine.

I am not unthankful.

I am glad for what has been given to me,

thankful for things I shouldn't come across.

I pray.

I pray with my hands clasped together in silence.

Why do I have this life,

I do not know but I live anyway.

Why does my heart open and close,

yet I still have it whole.

I am retrieiving empowerment,

absorbing every good and every bad.

I am not homeless,

for I have the shelter of love protecting me.

Who am I?
Who am I to regret that i'm living this life.
This life that's been given to me, without any questions asked.

I am not walking behind anyone,

nor am I a shadow.

I am dreaming, breathing, believing.

Life is my destiny and I accept.

I am I,

I am who I am,

I am,

simply,

Me.

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I don't know what I was gonna come out with when I started this poem. But apparently from finishing the poem and then re-reading it. It's basically a empowerment poem that basically has the underlying factor saying I know who I am and I'm thankful therefore I embrace it. =] I love writing because you never know what you're gonna write about, but once you're done and read it.. You are able to find out exactly what you're thinking and feeling at that very moment. It's a pretty sweet thing. You get to learn more about yourself=]. At least thats how I feel everytime I write... Haha, okay well goodnight then. I'm so tired!

xoxo,

Kristine

Touched.

Written by: Maya Angelou

The sun has come.
The mist has gone.
We see in the distance...
our long way home.
I was always yours to have.
You were always mine.
We have loved each other in and out of time.
When the first stone looked up at the blazing sun
and the first tree struggled up from the forest floor
I had always loved you more.
You freed your braids...
gave your hair to the breeze.
It hummed like a hive of honey bees.
I reached in the mass for the sweet honey comb there....
Mmmm...God how I love your hair.
You saw me bludgeoned by circumstance.
Lost, injured, hurt by chance.
I screamed to the heavens....loudly screamed....
Trying to change our nightmares to dreams...
The sun has come.
The mist has gone.
We see in the distance our long way home.
I was always yours to have.
You were always mine.
We have loved each other in and out
in and out
in and out
of time.

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So, I just finished watching Tyler Perry's "Why Did I Get Married?" and Maya Angelou recited this poem in the movie. I thought it was such a beautiful poem I had to give props and post it=]. Sooo, I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did.

xoxo,

Kristine

Cute-sy.

Written: March 31, 2008 @ 12:34am

I wonder...
Why sometimes my sky isn't blue,
And bein lovesick aint come around like the flu
Why there's A little less cloudy days and
rain pourin down windowpanes
And a cure for this heartbreak disease took away the pain.

See, its because...
I found the perfect antidote,
And its helping my heart cope
I get the heebiejeebies when I take a dose
and the feelins makin me hold on close.

Also...
I don't think I'll ever feel ill,
Because I got the love-curin pill.
I don't think I'll catch the virus,
Because there's not one moment of it I'd want to miss.

And lastly...
I'm not bed-ridden with pain,
Because this loves given me more gain.
And I'm not dealin with life-support,
Because this love's worth every living effort.

It's a fact...
That I'm feelin a good kind of lovesick,
And it's the type where its the best out of the pick.
Its the type love where it's worth dying for,
Because you want to be reborn to feel it once more.

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I figured that the last few poems were a little sappy, and I was feelin good last night so I thought I should write a happy poem ahah=]. Hope you enjoy. I actually kinda like it, it's kinda cute ahha=]

xoxo,

Kristine