Gupta's Journal (OPEN FOR SUGGESTIONS)

[Gupta M. Hassan]

Gupta loves to write poetry; he loves to recite famous poetry and quotes even more. Here is where everyone will get to see what he writes!
Poems and quotes someone has recited to Gupta will be placed in here as well. (Either through a PM or in a thread)

[Gupta M. Hassan]

Journal # 1:

Touched by An Angel by Maya Angelou

We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.

Love arrives
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure
ancient histories of pain.
Yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.

We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of love's light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free.

[Gupta M. Hassan]

Journal # 2:

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

[Gupta M. Hassan]

Journal # 3:

"Who is more foolish, the child afraid of the dark or the man afraid of the light?"
~ Maurice Freehill

"Myths are history, too; the history of the human imagination."
~ Yahia Lababidi

"Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken winged bird that cannot fly."
~ Langston Hughes

"I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance."
~ E. E. Cummings

"Two Possibilities exist...
Either we are alone in the Universe or we are not... Both are equally terrifying."
~ Arthur C. Clarke

[Gupta M. Hassan]

Journal # 4:

A Poison Tree by William Blake:

I was angry with my friend;
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I waterd it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears:
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine.

And into my garden stole.
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning glad I see,
My foe outstretchd beneath the tree.

[Gupta M. Hassan]

Journal # 5:

Dream Deferred by Langston Hughes:

What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
Like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?

[Gupta M. Hassan]

Journal # 6:

MUSIC by Charles Baudelaire:

Music doth uplift me like a sea
Towards my planet pale,
Then through dark fogs or heaven's infinity
I lift my wandering sail.

With breast advanced, drinking the winds that flee,
And through the cordage wail,
I mount the hurrying waves night hides from me
Beneath her sombre veil.

I feel the tremblings of all passions known
To ships before the breeze;
Cradled by gentle winds, or tempest-blown

I pass the abysmal seas
That are, when calm, the mirror level and fair
Of my despair!

[Gupta M. Hassan]

Journal # 7:

Death by Thomas Hood:

It is not death, that sometime in a sigh
This eloquent breath shall take its speechless flight;
That sometime these bright stars, that now reply
In sunlight to the sun, shall set in night;
That this warm conscious flesh shall perish quite,
And all life's ruddy springs forget to flow;
That thoughts shall cease, and the immortal sprite
Be lapped in alien clay and laid below;
It is not death to know this,--but to know
That pious thoughts, which visit at new graves
In tender pilgrimage, will cease to go
So duly and so oft,--and when grass waves
Over the past-away, there may be then
No resurrection in the minds of men.
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Today is Halloween... It is the last day of the month of October and it had snowed some on campus. I hope that they will but down salt or something so ice does not form.

[Gupta M. Hassan]

Journal # 8:

Love and the Gentle Heart by Dante Alighieri

Love and the gentle heart are one thing,
just as the poet says in his verse,
each from the other one as well divorced
as reason from the mind’s reasoning.

Nature craves love, and then creates love king,
and makes the heart a palace where he’ll stay,
perhaps a shorter or a longer day,
breathing quietly, gently slumbering.

Then beauty in a virtuous woman’s face
makes the eyes yearn, and strikes the heart,
so that the eyes’ desire’s reborn again,
and often, rooting there with longing, stays,

Till love, at last, out of its dreaming starts.
Woman’s moved likewise by a virtuous man.

[Gupta M. Hassan]

Journal entry # 9:
"It's gotten very quiet now that the seasons are changing and the holidays are coming up. I was alone in the Library this morning (which is becoming a very regular thing) and I stumbled across a poem I found funny."
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Messy Room by Shel Silverstein:

"Who's ever room this is should be ashamed!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
His raincoat is there in the overstuffed chair,
And the chair is becoming quite mucky and damp.
His workbook is wedged in the window,
His sweater's been thrown on the floor.
His scarf and one ski are beneath the TV,
And his pants have been carelessly hung on the door.
His books are all jammed in the closet,
His vest has been left in the hall.
A lizard named Ed is asleep in his bed,
And his smelly old sock has been stuck to the wall.
Who's ever room this is should be ashamed!
Donald or Robert or Willie or--
Huh? You say it's mine? Oh, dear,
I knew it looked familiar!"

[Gupta M. Hassan]

Journal Entry # 10:

Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

[Gupta M. Hassan]

(No poem today but an update as to the reason of my absence)

"I have been very busy lately and my assistant, Juliana, has been busy as well. I personally have been busy with other things (#OOC: mostly school work) and have not been able to write anything or read any poems, let alone even sketch a doodle, which is very saddening. Aside from that it would seem that our fearless principal has vanished (more than like he is extremely busy and does not have time to pop in to see how we fair)... alas this college is dying (figuratively mind you) with activity to an all time low. Hopefully things will pick back up and be rediscovered and unearthed, but I fear that will not be anytime soon... Good Bye for now and I hope to see you once again in the near future."

Best wishes, Gupta M. Hassen

[Gupta M. Hassan]

OOC MOMENT ALERT!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay where the F**K is everyone?! It's like every one up and LEFT all at the same time, WTF!? ARGH.... I want to RP with someone on here so bad but it's like no one is ever here (or they're just on when I'm asleep or something but still. I might delete my account on here is no one comes on soon... I guess I'll keep vigil in case some one pops in but i highly doubt it...

Good Luck, Skylar

[Gupta M. Hassan]

Yeah... it's been nearly seven months since I last posted on here and nothing has changed. There have only been a few guests popping in now and again and absolutely NO members have been on, aside from myself. The founder has been MIA for just about as long and I don't have any other way to get in contact with her other than an email that's linked to this site. I'll try to shoot her an email and see what becomes of it. If this keeps up I may very well just end up deleting my account because there isn't anyone around for me to rp with.

Yours truly, Skylar

[Gupta M. Hassan]

So... it's now a new year and still no one's been on... I'm just going to delete my account. It's been a pleasure while it's lasted but it's time I bid you all fair well. I'm going into collage and I don't have time to wait around for this forum to revive itself.

It's been a pleasure! Gupta