hi there, stranger (maybe you are, maybe you aren't). In any case, I'm Jude, basically one of my self-given names/pennames that some people actually call me now. (My whole penname is Swedish; Jude Svensen/Jude Svensen-Tideswell; the Tideswell part is not Swedish, obviously...)
I love theatre, I love it so much... gods, I recently realized that I was miserable mostly because I was getting theatre withdrawl from not being in my belov'd theatre and working there n'such... I know I'm babbling, but this actually means a great deal to me. My desired profession as of now is Technical Theatre Assistant, which could range from Lights Operator to Props Master (my current role in RMHS's theatre), or even handling costumes, or being the Stage Construction Manager dealie person whatnot. hmmm, I'm still babbling... oh well, endure it if you wish... if not, then comment and complain... it's up to you.
As my "preferences" say, my favorite poem is Robert Frost's "Nothing Gold Can Stay". It reminds me of how life can be, and that good situations don't always stay as they are. Below is the entirity of this poem (I'm just a nerd, 'cuz I have it memorized):
Nature's first green is gold; Her hardest hue to hold
Her early leaf a flower; But only so an hour
So leaf subdues to leaf; So Eden sank to grief
So dawn goes down to day; Nothing gold can stay
This next poem is another favorite of mine (that I memorized, yet again), however, I don't know the name of it or the author. I found it in a book, at a resale shop, in Aimes, Iowa. The book was called "The Craft of Poetry", published sometime in the early thirties or fifties. This one makes me think of an old love who left me for a few months, and I couldn't take it, so I totally screwed my life up in the aftermath. It's a really complicated and idiotic story, basically providing evidence that I'm a fool. But while I am a fool, I'm happy with being a fool. ^_^ anyways, here's the poem!!!!
I made a house of houselessness; A garden of your going
And seven trees of seven wounds; You gave me all unknowing
I made a feast of golden grief; That you so lordly left me
I made a bed of all the smiles; Whereof your lips bereft me
I made a sun of your delay; Your daily loss his setting
I made a wall of all your words; And a lock of your forgetting
I love theatre, I love it so much... gods, I recently realized that I was miserable mostly because I was getting theatre withdrawl from not being in my belov'd theatre and working there n'such... I know I'm babbling, but this actually means a great deal to me. My desired profession as of now is Technical Theatre Assistant, which could range from Lights Operator to Props Master (my current role in RMHS's theatre), or even handling costumes, or being the Stage Construction Manager dealie person whatnot. hmmm, I'm still babbling... oh well, endure it if you wish... if not, then comment and complain... it's up to you.
As my "preferences" say, my favorite poem is Robert Frost's "Nothing Gold Can Stay". It reminds me of how life can be, and that good situations don't always stay as they are. Below is the entirity of this poem (I'm just a nerd, 'cuz I have it memorized):
Nature's first green is gold; Her hardest hue to hold
Her early leaf a flower; But only so an hour
So leaf subdues to leaf; So Eden sank to grief
So dawn goes down to day; Nothing gold can stay
This next poem is another favorite of mine (that I memorized, yet again), however, I don't know the name of it or the author. I found it in a book, at a resale shop, in Aimes, Iowa. The book was called "The Craft of Poetry", published sometime in the early thirties or fifties. This one makes me think of an old love who left me for a few months, and I couldn't take it, so I totally screwed my life up in the aftermath. It's a really complicated and idiotic story, basically providing evidence that I'm a fool. But while I am a fool, I'm happy with being a fool. ^_^ anyways, here's the poem!!!!
I made a house of houselessness; A garden of your going
And seven trees of seven wounds; You gave me all unknowing
I made a feast of golden grief; That you so lordly left me
I made a bed of all the smiles; Whereof your lips bereft me
I made a sun of your delay; Your daily loss his setting
I made a wall of all your words; And a lock of your forgetting
- Last seen on Aug 7 12:05 AM. Member since May 2, 2004.
- I'm a jade dragon poet for 239 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "bloody hell.... my world is a blaze of idiocy".
- I am a girl (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a student.
- Visit my homepage at www.xanga.com/Tideswell
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My Poetry
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You miss playing chess with her, because she played you best
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The hollowed book, the bloodied blade
They hold legends in my mind -
I want to believe in me; Believe myself
But I can't trust; What I cannot see
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cuteness on November 8, 2004hey babe,
i thought we were gonna talk over the weekend.... u promised! y didnt we??
love ya, linz -
luckynsincere on September 22, 2004I just wanted to tell you thanks again for entering my contest...your poems are excellent...and I hope to hear from you soon... You seem to be a kind and caring person...And your writes speak for themselves.... *hugs*
Always,
Melanie -
cuteness on September 14, 2004and i will email u too..... and no need to thank me..... i wanted to be nice
Later, Linzui -
cuteness on September 14, 2004yep right back at ya..... and yea i promised a lot of people too. Well actually i dont make promises i cant keep so i promised that i would try..... cos i am trying but if i for some reason do hurt myself....... it doesnt mean i didnt try it just means that life became to much to handle.... well that is how i see it.... well ok... my email adress is allaboutme7@msn.com ( i know its kina dumb i made it when i was 11... hehe) um my aol s/n is GrumpyMe42... my yahoo S/N is freakishlycool42 and my msn one is my email adress.... ok i'll talk to u later...
Later, Linzui
