Poetry and my continued love of words

The Garden of Love

I went to the Garden of Love,
And saw what I never had seen:
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.

And the gates of this Chapel were shut,
And Thou shalt not. writ over the door;
So I turn'd to the Garden of Love,
That so many sweet flowers bore.

And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tomb-stones where flowers should be:
And Priests in black gowns, were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars, my joys & desires.

By William Blake (From Songs of Experience)


Lately I've been thinking a lot about how much courage it takes to follow through with our dreams. I admire so much the people who are able to devote their lives to doing what they are most passionate about. I for one chose to cop out and follow something I'm good at rather then something I truly love.. am I missing out because of it? Or will my dreams be even stronger once I realize that I can't ignore them any longer.. who knows. All I know now is that something is missing in my life right now.. I don't know what that is, but for now I'll fill the void with poetry, music and art.. such beautiful inspirations. Also I'm trying my hardest to stop saying "like" in sentences as if it was a form of punctuation.. I need as much help as possible, so if you notice it, slap me, point it out, or make fun of me for it.. Please.. i want to stop!!!

P.S. TGRF- Thank God For Roomates, thanks girls..