Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
I took the way less traveled by
And that has made all the difference.

-Robert Frost.

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I honestly cannot think of anything better to put in my signature.

Call me mainstream, but I'm somewhat partial to "Ozymandias" myself.

Ozymandias
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains: round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

(by Percy Bysshe Shelley)

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I am a signature.

i love shelley. i just posted this to my livejournal:

Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory —
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the beloved's bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.

^___^ ah frost. very nice.

Another one would be:-

True! Nervous. Very, very dreadfully nervous -- But why would you say that I am mad??

Take a guess....

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I honestly cannot think of anything better to put in my signature.

The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe

Ode by Arthur O'Shaughnessy

Every Boy, Every Girl by Nancy R. Smith

Nothing Gold Can Stay, The Road Not Taken
both by Robert Frost

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To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
creeps in this petty pace from day to day
to the last syllable of recorded time.

And all out yesterdays have lighted fools
the way to dusty death.
Out, out brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow,
a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more.

It is a tale told by an idiot,
full of sound and fury,
signifying nothing."



-William Shakespeare
Act 5, Scene 5 from Macbeth..

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Touch me and I'll sue you.

"Tell me I'm clever,
Tell me I'm kind,
Tell me I'm talented,
Tell me I'm cute,
Tell me I'm sensitive, Graceful and wise,
Tell me I'm perfect-- But tell me the truth.”

~ Shel Silverstien

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- Pirka

The bell that rings inside your mind is challenging the doors of time...

haha i feel like an english teacher:

TRUE! — nervous — very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad?

not really a poem more so a short story by a poet... xD i like this game