sonnet 116

let me not to the marriage of true minds
admit impediments. love is not love
which alters when it alteration finds,
or bends with the remover to remove:

o no! it is an ever-fixed mark
that looks on tempests and is never shaken;
it is the star to every wand'ring bark,
whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
within his bending sickle's compass come;
love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
but bears it out even to the edge of doom:

if this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved

shakespeare

chatty Cathy

if chatty Cathy was really unhappy
would anyone actually know?
or would she just say it all was ok
and shoulder it all on her own?

poem

she never said she loved me
she never said I was cute
but I suppose if that was the problem
I should never have dated a mute

roses are red

roses are red
violets are blue
I'm schizophrenic
and so am I