Name: Ianthe M. Belisle Dempsey
Age: 17
Favorite philosopher: Ralph Waldo Emerson
Age: 17
Favorite philosopher: Ralph Waldo Emerson
Been there
Time travel
And, yes!!
I say that time travel
Really does already exist
But not through the sciences
And through physics
But it exists within the power
Of our own minds
To illuminate our own memories
And now through some
Subliminal hypnotic state of mind
One can recede back
Into one's own previous life
Not to extract precise, minute details
But to re-inhabit vague transcendental experiences of pre-existential... optimism
A time before any ability to reason
Is actually set
A time before logic covers
All the dimensions of our thinking
And if we're lucky
We can even dissolve back
To a time of glorious, superhuman
Space and time
A time when all things seem possible
Time travel
And, yes!!
I say that time travel
Really does already exist
But not through the sciences
And through physics
But it exists within the power
Of our own minds
To illuminate our own memories
And now through some
Subliminal hypnotic state of mind
One can recede back
Into one's own previous life
Not to extract precise, minute details
But to re-inhabit vague transcendental experiences of pre-existential... optimism
A time before any ability to reason
Is actually set
A time before logic covers
All the dimensions of our thinking
And if we're lucky
We can even dissolve back
To a time of glorious, superhuman
Space and time
A time when all things seem possible
check these sweet tunes.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
love poem
you've only got eyes for her and she's only got eyes for you
that subtle, flirty laugh like Cupid shot you through the heart
well, sorry darling
he shot you with a poison dart
she's got eyes for you, yeah, and the boy over your shoulder
the leaves have barely changed but my heart's already colder
she met a girl and fell in love right then
silly girl, I wish I could warn you right when you thought you'd be another happily ever after
before all of the smiles and the laughter
turned to tears when your greatest fears all started to unfold
not to say her fears had been untold, but she asked if they can listen,
they said they can
and now her love's in the arms of another man
and you hate that you want them to be miserable, and hate more that they're not
but be careful you don't get caught saying that thought aloud
because it's simply not allowed to be thrown in the throes of love
and admit that you can't just shut off affection with the flip of a switch
sorry if I sound like a bitch, but just 'cause she's with him
doesn't mean you'll stop wanting love to happen on a whim
even if it feels wrong
and you'll sing a different song around a friend, but in the end
it's the five-page text message that you never send that confesses what you really feel
a confession so deep you drop and kneel as though before a priest, at least,
as though before a mirror held up to your soul
and that, my love, will bring you to your knees faster than you can say please,
please let me just love and be loved in return like Moulin Rouge said
why have affairs of the heart got to mess with the head?
Cupid's arrow flies in a manner so stealthy
how can a racing heart and butterflies possibly be healthy? That's why they call it lovesick
but when love sticks it can be the greatest thing you'll ever know
or something you'll never want to show as you try to cope
but please, please, never give up hope
and if you ever feel like you've been looking too far
i'm right here, and i love you just the way you are
wouldn't it be nice to find love that's really true
you've only got eyes for her and she's only got eyes for you
that subtle, flirty laugh like Cupid shot you through the heart
well, sorry darling
he shot you with a poison dart
she's got eyes for you, yeah, and the boy over your shoulder
the leaves have barely changed but my heart's already colder
she met a girl and fell in love right then
silly girl, I wish I could warn you right when you thought you'd be another happily ever after
before all of the smiles and the laughter
turned to tears when your greatest fears all started to unfold
not to say her fears had been untold, but she asked if they can listen,
they said they can
and now her love's in the arms of another man
and you hate that you want them to be miserable, and hate more that they're not
but be careful you don't get caught saying that thought aloud
because it's simply not allowed to be thrown in the throes of love
and admit that you can't just shut off affection with the flip of a switch
sorry if I sound like a bitch, but just 'cause she's with him
doesn't mean you'll stop wanting love to happen on a whim
even if it feels wrong
and you'll sing a different song around a friend, but in the end
it's the five-page text message that you never send that confesses what you really feel
a confession so deep you drop and kneel as though before a priest, at least,
as though before a mirror held up to your soul
and that, my love, will bring you to your knees faster than you can say please,
please let me just love and be loved in return like Moulin Rouge said
why have affairs of the heart got to mess with the head?
Cupid's arrow flies in a manner so stealthy
how can a racing heart and butterflies possibly be healthy? That's why they call it lovesick
but when love sticks it can be the greatest thing you'll ever know
or something you'll never want to show as you try to cope
but please, please, never give up hope
and if you ever feel like you've been looking too far
i'm right here, and i love you just the way you are
Ianthe. posted at 9:23 PM