Broadway Shocker

I hadn't read the NYTimes in a while, so when I found this I was in SHOCK. I knew that playwrites had a strike this week against producers, but I had no idea how widespread the issue was.
But, I really to give the unions a lot of credit for putting their foot down. I can't imagine it being easy. I mean, artists already have a hard enough time making money and getting stable incomes, and now they're refusing to work just so that their voices are heard. I hope a lot of good comes out of this...that a compromise is made and producers stick to it.
http://www.nytimes.com/2007/11/11/nyregion/12broadwaycnd.html?ex=1352523600&en=7ca794934f253d4e&ei=5124&partner=permalink&exprod=permalink

Ponderings

As I was looking through my list of saved quotes, I found one in particular that I never understood. Well, I understand it, but I don't get what makes it so special...

"If this is coffee, please bring me some tea; but if this is tea, please bring me some coffee" - Abraham Lincoln

If someone could explain to me the logic or purpose behing these words, I would love you forever :D

S.O.R.R.Y.

This one was actualy inspired by Elton John's song "Sorry Seems to Be the Hardest Word". I hope you like it ;) ...

Sorry, such a small word for feelings that run
so deep

Sorry, how did we come up with something so brief
for things needing so much description?

Sorry, how do you say it in a tempest of angered emotions
and splintered love?

Sorry, how do you explain it so depths are truly
understood?

Sorry, what must I do to show my apologies mean more
than a word?

*must I remind you, BE HONEST!!!*

Love's Bounds

I felt like posting another poem up (a sonnet, actually)...because I'm bored and I can't focus on my homework :P Besides, it's a happy one! So those of you who read my earlier post can cheer up after that teargerker ;)

I think of you because you’re all I see.
I dream of you because you’re all I want.
No, you’re all I desire, but aye me,
The sun rises and sets, and new days taunt
With displeasures or lure with excitements.
Yet my heart’s drums still only beat your name
In the icy chill of loneliness. Once
I was shy and plain, now my heart’s as tame
As a horse in lush fields. But, however
Wide those pastures are, my love’s so endless
No scholar can ever give it measure.
Free horses are, but my love’s so boundless
Skies can’t bind me. Worlds may take you away
To their ends, but my love will hold no sway.

*as always, critisizms, critisizms, CRITISIZMS!*

Tears

Here's another poem I wrote a while back. But, I warn you, it's a sad one...

What tears are made of I cannot guess
I knew, but it's now a mess

What are dreams I can't convieve
I've nothing to believe

Please wake up, it must be a dream
And I just want to scream

Yet look around, I'm all broken
My tears are my only token

PRETTY FLOWERS!

I was looking through my photos when I found these pretty things :D













I took these photos in Monet's garden...I think...about a year ago. I seem to gravitate towards purpley-pinkish colored flowers, don't I? ...well that's kindof funny...I hate pink

Time

This poem I'm still working on, too. Especially the ending, I can't figure out how to end it! I wouldn't mind a little help, though ;)

Tick Tock, Tick Tock

It's quite a shock

To see we're locked

In time and clocks

Tick Tock, Tick Tick

Hand's constant flick

But don't be tricked

There's change in clicks

Joy is fleeting

Sorrow's staying

Life's great timing?

Dissapointing

Tick Tock, Tick tock

Oh what a shock

We've got us locked

In time and clocks

*What do we think? Good? Bad? BE HONEST!*