My heart was full of softening showers,I used to swing like this for hours,I did not care for war or death,I was glad to draw my breath.

Prate not to me of suicide, Faint heart in battle, not for pride I say Endure, but that such end denied Makes welcomer yet the death that's to be died.

The grass is greenThe tulip is redA ginger cat walks overThe pink almond petals on the flower bed. Enough has been said to showIt is life we are taking about.- Oh grateful colours; bright looks!

There is a god in whom I do not believeYet to this god my love stretches,This god whom I do not believe in isMy whole life, my life and I am his.Everything that I have of pleasure and pain(Of pain, of bitter pain and men's contempt)I give this god for him to feed uponAs he is my whole life and I am his.When I am dead I hope that he will eatEverything I have been and have not beenAnd crunch and feed upon it and grow fatEating my life all up as it is his.- God the Eater

The world is come upon me, I used to keep it a long way off, But now I have been run over and I am in the hands of the hospital staff.

I'll have your heart, if not by gift my knife Shall carve it out. I'll have your heart, your life.

Some are born for peace and joySome are born for sorrowBut only for a day as weShall not be here tomorrow