Posts Tagged ‘poems’
All of Me is All for You
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I am a poppy
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Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged black, black and white, book, books, library, Lolita, poem, poems, poetry, quotations, quotes, reading, retro, vintage, Vladimir Nabokov, white, writing on April 28, 2013| Leave a Comment »
Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita. Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, an initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.
― Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
P is for Poppies
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged black, black and white, book, books, library, poem, poems, poetry, poppies, poppy, reading, retro, vintage, white, writing on April 28, 2013| Leave a Comment »
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
I Love You
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged black, black and white, book, books, library, love, poem, poems, poetry, quotations, quotes, reading, retro, vintage, white, writing on April 24, 2013| 2 Comments »
I’ll taste the devil’s tears, drink from his soul, but I’ll never give up you
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— Angus and Julia Stone, The Devils Tears
He said “I am the devil, boy, come with me
And we’ll make many storms”
He offered me the universe
But inside my heart there’s a picture of a girl
Some call love a curse, some call love a thief
But she’s my home
And she’s as much apart for this broken heart, but see
Broken bones always seem to mend
I’ll taste the devil’s tears
Drink from his soul, but I’ll never give up you
I’ll taste the devil’s tears
Drink from his soul, but I’ll never give up you
He said “I am the devil, boy,
Come with me and we’ll break many laws”
He offered me eternal life but inside my heart there’s a picture of a girl
Some call love a curse, some call love a thief
But she’s my home and she
And she’s as much apart for this broken heart, but see
Broken bones always seem to mend
I’ll taste the devil’s tears
Drink from his soul, but I’ll never give up you
I’ll taste the devil’s tears
Drink from his soul, but I’ll never give up you
I can say that you look pretty, you turn my legs into spaghetti.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged black, black and white, book, books, Dillon, library, music, poem, poems, poetry, quotations, quotes, reading, retro, vintage, white, writing on April 21, 2013| Leave a Comment »
— Dillon
All my little plans and schemes lost like some forgotten dream, seems like all I really was doing, was waiting for you…
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged black, black and white, book, books, library, poem, poems, poetry, quotations, quotes, reading, Real Love, Regina Spektor, retro, song, songs, vintage, white, writing on April 21, 2013| Leave a Comment »
— Regina Spektor, Real Love
All my little plans and schemes
Lost like some forgotten dream
Seems like all I really was doing
Was waiting for you
Just like little girls and boys
Playing with their little toys
Seems like all they really were doing
Was waiting for you
Don’t need to be alone
No need to be alone
It’s real love
It’s real, yes it’s real love
It’s real
From this moment on I know
Exactly where my life will go
Seems that all I really was doing
Was waiting for love
Don’t need to be afraid
No need to be afraid
It’s real love
It’s real, yes it’s real love
It’s real
Thought I’d been in love before,
But in my heart I wanted more
Seems like all I really was doing
Was waiting for you
Don’t need to be alone
No need to be alone
It’s real love
Yes it’s real, yes it’s real love
It’s real, yes it’s real love…
Teri meri, meri teri prem kahani hai mushkil…
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged black, black and white, Bodyguard, Bollywood, book, books, library, lyrics, movie, poem, poems, poetry, quotations, quotes, reading, retro, song, Teri Meri, vintage, white, writing on April 21, 2013| 4 Comments »
— Teri Meri, Movie: Bodyguard, Bollywood
Teri meri, meri teri prem kahani hai mushkil
Do lafzon mein yeh bayaan na ho paaye
Ik ladka ik ladki ki yeh kahani hai nayi
Do lafzon mein yeh bayan na ho paaye
Yours and mine, mine and yours love story is difficult,
can’t tell it in two words,
This story of a girl and a boy is new,
can’t express it in two words…
Samson came to my bed, told me that my hair was red, told me I was beautiful, and came into my bed…And kissed me till the mornin’ light, the mornin’ light, and he kissed me till the mornin’ light…
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged black, black and white, book, books, library, lyrics, music, poem, poems, poetry, quotations, quote, quotes, reading, Regina Spektor, retro, Samson, song, songs, vintage, white, writing on April 21, 2013| 2 Comments »
— Regina Spektor, Samson