The Search

I wrote this two years back, it's been in my head for a while.

                                   Ella.

The Search

I searched for you at the market place,

The continental market place.

But you were not there.

I searched for you by the mulled wine,

I smiled and breathed in,

That heady, spice-filled scent.

And I remembered how you said,

You loved to drink its warmth,

While walking around that cold market place.

I searched for you by the mulled wine,

But you were not there.

I searched and I searched,

But you were not there.

As Christmas tunes resounded in the air,

I searched for you;

For you walking through the crowd toward me.

I searched,

But you were not there.

You were not there.

My Love, you were not there.

Currently Jane Eyre (Vintage Classics) By Charlotte Bronte see related

Annoying medical stuff

Damn annoying medical stuff... why can't things be simple? Although I suppose they are, if you only think about it a different way.

                                                                  Ella

Currently Epica By Kamelot see related

Poem of the Week

A Dream Within A Dream   

 Take this kiss upon the brow!

And, in parting from you now,

Thus much let me avow-

You are not wrong, who deem

That my days have been a dream;

Yet if hope has flown away

In a night, or in a day,

In a vision, or in none,

Is it therefore the less gone?

All that we see or seem

Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar

Of a surf-tormented shore,

And I hold within my hand

Grains of the golden sand-

How few! yet how they creep

Through my fingers to the deep,

While I weep- while I weep!

O God! can I not grasp

Them with a tighter clasp?

O God! can I not save

One from the pitiless wave?

Is all that we see or seem

But a dream within a dream?

Edgar Allan Poe

 This has always been a favourite poem of mine as it really captures both the frailty of human existence and how we cannot stop life moving forward, can never get back to the best parts of the dream once they’re past. As well as this it is the constant unawareness of whether our world, anything we see or hear, is a dream or reality that really makes this poem special.

                                                                             Ella.

Currently Ring of Bright Water By Gavin Maxwell see related

Return.

Well, I've finally moved house, and therefore finally got internet on my laptop. Which means, I am back and hope that this won't be another of those brief episodes of return because my internet now actually works well. Yey! I don't know haw I've survived. Although... my phone's broken now so it seems like Fate is toying with me. so, some facts:

• My sisters are obsessed with the New Moon film. they watched trailers on repeat now we have internet screaming "Jacob Black!"
• This was on MY laptop.
• My sisters are 24 and 22.
• I wanted to scream at them "Molly Sue!"
• The rhyme was unintentional.
• My book finally has a plot.
• I just need to write it.
• I am allowed to see my boyfriend now.
• forbidden love isn't as romantic as it seems.
• I think I now know what it is to truly hate.
• Well more so than I ever have at least.
• That's all.

                                                                      Ella.

Wes (A Warrior Poet.)

Well, it's been three years now and a lot has changed, but also very little. For example, I am more in love than ever, but I am still struggling to write ANYTHING. I am seventeen and now understand the complexities of poetry, yet still adore the work of Wes.

There's no point in this being a day of sadness, for while three years have passed since his death, we should be glad that we new him for a part of his short life, and take delight in the work he left behind.

Rest in Peace my friend.

 Now that I know what love is,

I can truly understand how it must feel to be reunited with your heart.

If any of you do have any of his poetry, please email it to me as I have little.

My email address is SealyLM@aol.com

                                                                         Ella.