Thursday, March 26, 2009

"If You Forget Me" by Pablo Neruda

*sigh* I love this poem....

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009


So, apparently, what follows is my astrological chart. I was bored today.

Sun Sign: Libra
Ascendant Sign: Pisces
Moon Sign: Cancer
Mercury (Communication) Sign: Libra
Venus (Love) Sign: Leo (Fire)
Mars (Passion) Sign: Aires
Jupiter (Lucky) Sign: Gemini
Saturn (Karmic) Sign: Sagittarius
Chiron (Healing) Sign: Cancer
Uranus (Rebellion) Sign: Sagittarius
Neptune (Spiritual) Sign: Capricorn
Pluto (Power) Sign: Scorpio
Ceres (Mothering) Sign:
Juno (Soul Mate) Sign:
Pallas "Athene" (Warrior) Sign:
Vesta (Sexuality) Sign:
Descendant Sign:

Monday, March 23, 2009

Aaron and Derek a la Limerick

Derek and I got very bored one day, so we wrote little limericks about each other and sent them in text messages. Here they are for the world to enjoy.

Derek submitted:

There once was a boy named Aaron.
He admired the dread Bloody Baron.
So one day he chased,
and gazed upon his face,
and stopped himself from anymore carin'.

Aaron submitted:

There once was a young lad named Derek
Who was molested, at eight, by a cleric.
He then told me 'bout it,
and I wanted to shout it,
so I created this silly limerick.

We felt quite clever.

The Tunnel

I wrote this a long time ago, but I need to get this blog started. Enjoy the pseudo-poetry of an 18-year-old me.

"The Tunnel" by Aaron Ross

There is a way from sea to sky
with many roads to travel by.
From all of these we may decide,
but all lead to a mountain high.

My feet were wet; my ears were dry.
The whole world opened to my eyes.
My mind and body missed the brine,
but my heart yearned for the sky.

There were hundreds, maybe more,
of cars lined up there on the shore.
People would but brave their doors,
and down the road they'd fly.

There were those who stopped to grieve
the sea that they wished not to leave
and mocked all those who still believed
they'd ever reach the sky.

Then there were those engaged in races
hurdling forth at breakneck paces,
so none they passed could mark their faces,
saving hard "good-byes."

I just stood back, took in the scene
of all those cars and passers by,
tires screeching, fighting, reaching,
reaching for the sky.

Some were red and some were black.
Some slow; some quick and spry.
Then I climbed in to my car.
It was my turn to try.

I chose my own path, took my time,
made friends along the way.
Some of their paths laid next to mine.
Others' roads led them away.

Our ways dispersed 'til they were gone.
My blue skies turned to gray.
Then, suddenly, I was alone,
and a mountain blocked my way.

There was a tunnel passing through.
It was the only way,
so I entered the colossal gloom
and left the light of day.

The tunnel twisted, turned about,
rose, and spun, and dropped.
It seemed like there way no way out,
but still, I couldn't stop.

I passed the racers in the dark,
their faces filled with fright.
They'd gained no strength of friendships in
their lonely, short-lived flight.

I had those bonds to draw upon
for fuel. Though far apart,
I heard them cheering me along
and trusted in my heart.

The tunnel went on, darkened still,
but I was unaware.
For I knew, for sure, no matter what,
the road would still be there.

And the road kept going, ebbed, and flowed,
confounding all my senses.
My heart's beat fluttered, groaned, and slowed,
and weakened it's defenses.

I lost all feeling:
fast or slow,
stop or go,
yes or no,
up or down,
left or right.
On went the maddening song.

Then, just as my last perception faded,
that of alive or dead,
the darkness let a little tear,
enough to lift my head.

I looked about, saw only air,
no sight of any kind.
for I could not tell, to my despair,
if it was dark or I was blind.

I gave up hope again so soon,
surrendered to the night,
and, at that darkest hour of mine,
I saw a speck of light.

I could not fathom that this sight
could possibly be so,
but just as reason reached hit the wall,
the light began to grow.

I turned the key, my hope renewed.
My foot stomped to the floor.
And, even though it filled the world,
the light grew even more.

I wondered what this glory was.
Could it be the sun?
And were there other drivers there?
Was I the only one?

As I approached, my vision cleared.
I saw my savior's face,
and where my mind had placed the sun,
a headlight took its place.

No, not one headlight, many! Scores!
All of them my friends.
Through following their shining light,
I'd reached my journey's end.

There is a way from sea to sky
with many roads to travel by.
From all of these we may decide,
but all lead to a mountain high.

The tunnel waits for every car
that aims for skies above,
but no great darkness can resist
the smallest speck of love.