The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran (On Self-Knowledge)
pg 54:

Say not, "I have found the truth," but rather, "I have found a truth."
Say not, "I have found the path of the soul." Say rather, "I have found the soul walking upon my path."
For the soul walks upon all paths.
The soul walks not upon a line, neither does it grow like a reed.
The soul unfolds itself, like a lotus of countless petals.

 

 

 

 

 

Have I found the soul?

Have I found a truth?

Does truth rely on where my soul unfolds?

What is my soul?

  Should I try to hide
The way I feel inside
My heart for you?
Would you say that you
Would try to love me too?
In your mind could you ever be
Really close to me?
I can tell the way you smile
If I feel that I could be certain then
I would say the things
I want to say tonight

But till I can see
That you'd really care for me
I will dream that someday you'll be
Really close to me
I can tell the way you smile
If I feel that I could be certain then
I would say the things
I want to say tonight

But till I can see
That you'd really care for me
I'll keep trying to hide
The way I feel inside

 

 

 

The Way I Feel Inside - The Zombies

 

Roshamboo

"So avoid using the word ‘very’ because it’s lazy. A man is not very tired, he is exhausted. Don’t use very sad, use morose. Language was invented for one reason, boys - to woo women - and, in that endeavor, laziness will not do."






Dead Poets Society

Prove to me, 

That I'm not  gonna die alone

Put you arm 'round my collar bone

Open the door

Putting The Dog To Sleep - The Antlers

Listen...

A poem by Ogden Nash


There is a knocking in the skull,
An endless silent shout
Of something beating on a wall,
And crying, “Let me out!”

That solitary prisoner
Will never hear reply.
No comrade in eternity
Can hear the frantic cry.

No heart can share the terror
That haunts his monstrous dark.
The light that filters through the chinks
No other eye can mark.

When flesh is linked with eager flesh,
And words run warm and full,
I think that he is loneliest then,
The captive in the skull.

Caught in a mesh of living veins,
In cell of padded bone,
He loneliest is when he pretends
That he is not alone.

We’d free the incarcerate race of man
That such a doom endures
Could only you unlock my skull,
Or I creep into yours.

"Ale, man, ale's the stuff to drink
For fellows whom it hurts to think"



A.E. Housman

Senseless love
Is the insuperable design of life
What uselessness it has drawn!
For a love without
A passion
Is an insult to ourselves

His pen draws a sunken face
Along his golden fingertips
He has become lost in the misplaced
Yet truth traces his lips
And in front of him are his silver eyes
Reflecting from his ink
And his art has never realized
How black their hearts were made

love.

Creep - Radiohead

i want you to notice
when i'm not around
you're so very special
i wish i was special

You sing it more beautifully, with simplicity; and the lyrics 

were twisted. But all I really thought was how you were 

 consumed in the music. And how the words were 

drained from your mouth. And then I almost cried.

The rain is only falling
For the people who cannot feel
For something in the weather
Want's them to know they're real

“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” 

H. Jackson Brown Jr.