1. Are you a writer of poetry, or principally a reader? both ( Read more... )

Release within me an angel's fury ( Read more... )

Question: What should I be prepared for in the next couple of weeks ( Read more... )

Looking below ( Read more... )

I dare to dance,
Fighting against the image
cast upon me.

I was often portrayed
'the good girl'.
Irony persued me.

Later, I quickly became
'the bad girl'.
I didn't mind so much.

So now, stereotypes aside,
I dance, mindless-
the music more important.

Let them wonder-
I have found myself
in spins, shimmys, and skirts.

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So tonight sucks. Stuck at home, by myself in this creepy house, nothing on tv, nobody to talk to on the internet (damn those away messages), including rpers. Also, my crochet projects keep staring at me from the unofficial 'yarn basket'. Then there's this enormous headache that no amount of tylenol could fix-due to impending storms on their way ( Read more... )

Okay, so I had a really weird dream last night (as though I don't have weird dreams every night). In this dream, there was a rather deep trench that ran from Midwest City to Norman. A really deep, noncemented pit in the earth that was partly filled with water. In this trench lived a serpent, or a somewhat large snake, that kept things from being ( Read more... )

::Wonders why Cody has seemed to be somewhat passive-agressive towards her this past week:: Hmm... ::Continues to work on the baby blanket she is making for Cody and Shannon::

I stand before the marble image, the stained glass behind it seeming like colored mirrors. The glass, mirroring my uncertainty, is faded by the graven image. So long its wings, the human figure landing from her celestial journey. If man could be God for himself, this would be his form. Looking down at the ground, time presents itself grandly to me ( Read more... )