Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason. ~Novalis
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The distinction between historian and poet is not in the one writing prose and the other verse... the one describes the thing that has been, and the other a kind of thing that might be. Hence poetry is something more philosophic and of graver import than history, since its statements are of the nature rather of universals, whereas those of history are singulars. ~Aristotle, On Poetics
When we remember we are all mad, the mysteries of life disappear and life stands explained.
- Notebook, 1898 Love Sonnet I love the way you fall in love in spring
I hear the giant echo of the wind
It makes the sun shine as if it had wings
My red lips are touched with a sense of sin
My freezing hands are warmed with his warm touch
My head spins with thoughts of creating love
My scared eyes wandered a little too much
He pulled the shirt off that fit like a glove
I screamed loud when he pounced on top of me
Knowing that this night would be a regret
The feeling had over come me with he
I had to ask my self, Why Juliet?
For what was left was my self on a bed
And a heart that would always remain dead
Polo Ball Yellow
Tough and hard with
Black stripes on the sides to
Symbolize what is inside.What’s
Inside you say? Me being thrown across
The pool, people swimming up and down all
All just wanting to be in reach of me to score
What is not called a touch down. A goal a goal
That’s what it is called and best of all I’m involved
Involved in the terror the horror that comes
When everyone want some of my love
But who can blame them after all
Doesn’t everyone want a ball?
To throw, to catch
Or better yet
Score! Ballad She is the queen of France
And has a great stance
Her eyes glitter
Along with her dress
The king is not the same
For he is sometimes ashamed
Always worried about money
He never has time for his honey
People wanted her life style
Even after they threw her in exile
But as a Queen she kept her charm
Always with diamonds around her arm
For she is looked upon today
As the girl who did not become a stray
But rather the women who kept her strength
Through the times of great length
The friends she chose were probably not the best
Though she was always got voted best dressed
Through parties and masquerades
She knew how to play all the games
Marie Antoinette is known for her worst
But should she really be cursed
For what she believed
And what she sees
Even the things that she dreamed
No, no that’s not right
We will change that in the dark of night
She’ll be known as the best there was In fact everyone will join the cause
The cause that frees her form her reputation
And opens the lines for communication
Her life that ended with a slash
Will now become trash
France has never found a better queen
Even if she was only a teen
She was the one
Who loved to have fun ballad song class
“I can’t believe we’re going to boy’s States!
It’s just not fair! I wanted to go to Penn State.” “I can’t wait to go to boy’s States!
It’s gonna be so much fun!” Water polo takes up our lives.Water polo takes up our lives. “I love dancing to this song.” “She’s trying to teach me how to dance… again!” “I don’t care if people stare.” “I don’t care if people stare.”
“It’s a free show.” “I don’t feel embarrassed when I’m around my friends.” “I don’t feel embarrassed ever.” “What is Taylor doing now?!” “What is Taylor doing now?!” “Claire’s booty dropping in the corner.” “KP’s flipping people off.” “Typical day.”“Typical day.” “We’re going to swim practice now…
I don’t want to get in.” “Getting in isn’t bad. I try my hardest.” “There’s too much to think about,
too many numbers floating my head.” “Too much pressure leading the lane… again!
I wish I liked the people in my lane.” “Thank god for Mr. Weiser!” “Thank god for Mrs. Roberts.” “OMG! Why is he texting me?!” “Most of my texts are from my mom…
if I’m lucky… Lindsay!” “He talks about pointless stuff!” “She’s talking to another guy!” “We spend way too much time together!”“We spend way too much time together
Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason. ~Novalis
Lindsay Musoleno's Page
The distinction between historian and poet is not in the one writing prose and the other verse... the one describes the thing that has been, and the other a kind of thing that might be. Hence poetry is something more philosophic and of graver import than history, since its statements are of the nature rather of universals, whereas those of history are singulars. ~Aristotle, On Poetics
When we remember we are all mad, the mysteries of life disappear and life stands explained.
- Notebook, 1898
Love Sonnet
I love the way you fall in love in spring
I hear the giant echo of the wind
It makes the sun shine as if it had wings
My red lips are touched with a sense of sin
My freezing hands are warmed with his warm touch
My head spins with thoughts of creating love
My scared eyes wandered a little too much
He pulled the shirt off that fit like a glove
I screamed loud when he pounced on top of me
Knowing that this night would be a regret
The feeling had over come me with he
I had to ask my self, Why Juliet?
For what was left was my self on a bed
And a heart that would always remain dead
Polo Ball
Yellow
Tough and hard with
Black stripes on the sides to
Symbolize what is inside. What’s
Inside you say? Me being thrown across
The pool, people swimming up and down all
All just wanting to be in reach of me to score
What is not called a touch down. A goal a goal
That’s what it is called and best of all I’m involved
Involved in the terror the horror that comes
When everyone want some of my love
But who can blame them after all
Doesn’t everyone want a ball?
To throw, to catch
Or better yet
Score! Ballad
She is the queen of France
And has a great stance
Her eyes glitter
Along with her dress
The king is not the same
For he is sometimes ashamed
Always worried about money
He never has time for his honey
People wanted her life style
Even after they threw her in exile
But as a Queen she kept her charm
Always with diamonds around her arm
For she is looked upon today
As the girl who did not become a stray
But rather the women who kept her strength
Through the times of great length
The friends she chose were probably not the best
Though she was always got voted best dressed
Through parties and masquerades
She knew how to play all the games
Marie Antoinette is known for her worst
But should she really be cursed
For what she believed
And what she sees
Even the things that she dreamed
No, no that’s not right
We will change that in the dark of night
She’ll be known as the best there was
In fact everyone will join the cause
The cause that frees her form her reputation
And opens the lines for communication
Her life that ended with a slash
Will now become trash
France has never found a better queen
Even if she was only a teen
She was the one
Who loved to have fun
ballad song class
ballad song
A Day in the Life
“I can’t believe we’re going to boy’s States!
It’s just not fair! I wanted to go to Penn State.”
“I can’t wait to go to boy’s States!
It’s gonna be so much fun!”
Water polo takes up our lives. Water polo takes up our lives.
“I love dancing to this song.”
“She’s trying to teach me how to dance… again!”
“I don’t care if people stare.” “I don’t care if people stare.”
“It’s a free show.”
“I don’t feel embarrassed when I’m around my friends.”
“I don’t feel embarrassed ever.”
“What is Taylor doing now?!” “What is Taylor doing now?!”
“Claire’s booty dropping in the corner.”
“KP’s flipping people off.”
“Typical day.” “Typical day.”
“We’re going to swim practice now…
I don’t want to get in.”
“Getting in isn’t bad. I try my hardest.”
“There’s too much to think about,
too many numbers floating my head.”
“Too much pressure leading the lane… again!
I wish I liked the people in my lane.”
“Thank god for Mr. Weiser!” “Thank god for Mrs. Roberts.”
“OMG! Why is he texting me?!”
“Most of my texts are from my mom…
if I’m lucky… Lindsay!”
“He talks about pointless stuff!”
“She’s talking to another guy!”
“We spend way too much time together!” “We spend way too much time together