I think I might tell some of my friends what's been going on...or at least what I suspect might be true. I hate being all cryptic, so just forget it. I do, however, have a plan that needs to be completed by May, and another one that needs to be done ASAP. For now though, I'm getting ready to go out on the town.
This is my blog, this is my blog, this...is...my........BLOG!! (This is her blog...)
Saturday, 29 January 2005
One Week and Counting...
...until I go to Chile! Santiago, Vina del Mar, and South America here I come! I'll be staying there until 7 March, so don't expect any updates once I leave the country. H. and I will try and get an apartment, due to tension between members of his family and a lack of space (and privacy) in his house.
I think I might tell some of my friends what's been going on...or at least what I suspect might be true. I hate being all cryptic, so just forget it. I do, however, have a plan that needs to be completed by May, and another one that needs to be done ASAP. For now though, I'm getting ready to go out on the town.
Temporary Soundtrack: Do Go On - Chisel (no, not Cold Chisel, just Chisel).
Quote Trapped in My Head: None.
I think I might tell some of my friends what's been going on...or at least what I suspect might be true. I hate being all cryptic, so just forget it. I do, however, have a plan that needs to be completed by May, and another one that needs to be done ASAP. For now though, I'm getting ready to go out on the town.
Friday, 28 January 2005
For Salvo, My Big Brother
I scored an even Ron-Harry, and it made me pick between two options, but only the Ron-esque option was available due to mixed-up coding. So I could be either one. I am a bit like them, though I have been quite a Hermione in the past (I love learning).
Temporary Soundtrack: Tom moo-ing We Didn't Start the Fire
Quote Trapped in My Head: "Moo moo moo moo moo moo-ooh!"
You scored as Ron Weasley. You often feel like second best and as a result don't have an awful lot of self confidence, but a truer more capable friend would be hard to find.
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Fare Thee Well
You had me so
bound
Head always
bowed
My mind has come
unwound
This new freedom
allowed
I thought I was
free
Reveling in the
dark
But I can now
see
Every wicked
mark
And I can now
feel
Every bitter
blow
You would have me
heal
But I bleed out
slow.
What have you done
unto me?
This world’s too
cruel and cold.
This was a perfect
slavery
You promised me
I would be sold.
Who let you
shine
Like hope at
midnight?
You made the dark
mine
I just burn in
sunlight.
I've lost a little
mind
You built me this
hell
Yet I still
find
You've loved me
quite well
What have you done
unto me?
This world’s too
cruel and cold.
We had a perfect
slavery.
This lack of chains
has gotten old.
You promised me
my sins would be sold.
I need this so.
Fare thee well
child
Stole my beloved
rage
Made a monster so
mild
It loves the
cage.
~~~~~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~~~~~
WARNING! If you click here, you will be subjected to...GASP....poetry! <-- More Poems
bound
Head always
bowed
My mind has come
unwound
This new freedom
allowed
I thought I was
free
Reveling in the
dark
But I can now
see
Every wicked
mark
And I can now
feel
Every bitter
blow
You would have me
heal
But I bleed out
slow.
What have you done
unto me?
This world’s too
cruel and cold.
This was a perfect
slavery
You promised me
I would be sold.
Who let you
shine
Like hope at
midnight?
You made the dark
mine
I just burn in
sunlight.
I've lost a little
mind
You built me this
hell
Yet I still
find
You've loved me
quite well
What have you done
unto me?
This world’s too
cruel and cold.
We had a perfect
slavery.
This lack of chains
has gotten old.
You promised me
my sins would be sold.
I need this so.
Fare thee well
child
Stole my beloved
rage
Made a monster so
mild
It loves the
cage.
~~~~~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~~~~~
WARNING! If you click here, you will be subjected to...GASP....poetry! <-- More Poems
Thursday, 27 January 2005
Zephyr
If you throw me
high enough
release me fully
into the reaching arms
of the rising, waiting wind
I swear that I can fly.
Do not fear for me:
I am neither
foolish nor brave; just know
the wind is my mother.
Her hurricane kiss
is my welcome home.
With her there is
no last gasp,
no first scream;
only the song, the banshee wail,
the resounding battle cry
striking the shocked night sky.
I would no one follow me
in my ascent, for the wind
will not bleed
nor be wounded by sharpest sword.
And I, a rising zephyr, can breathe
even the thinnest air.
~~~~~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~~~~~
I know, me actually commenting on a poem? Whence has my secrecy deserted me? I just wanted to say that this is a deliberately mystical, melodramatic poem. That's it.
Step onto my poembook, said the poet to the reader...poof! <-- More Poems
high enough
release me fully
into the reaching arms
of the rising, waiting wind
I swear that I can fly.
Do not fear for me:
I am neither
foolish nor brave; just know
the wind is my mother.
Her hurricane kiss
is my welcome home.
With her there is
no last gasp,
no first scream;
only the song, the banshee wail,
the resounding battle cry
striking the shocked night sky.
I would no one follow me
in my ascent, for the wind
will not bleed
nor be wounded by sharpest sword.
And I, a rising zephyr, can breathe
even the thinnest air.
~~~~~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~~~~~
I know, me actually commenting on a poem? Whence has my secrecy deserted me? I just wanted to say that this is a deliberately mystical, melodramatic poem. That's it.
Step onto my poembook, said the poet to the reader...poof! <-- More Poems
Wednesday, 26 January 2005
Keep Them Tight
First the Eyes
armor-penetrating stares.
Starving, avaricious voyeurs;
a vulture's way of seeing.
Tracking every motion
of my being.
Eyes devouring me,
heedless of my attempts
to shiver myself out
of this harsh existence; use my
frantic energy to
make hell livable.
turn life Invisible.
Enough eyes,
light reflecting off their wild hunger,
to drive me mad
Try to cover it up
but thirsty eyes calmly siphon
my soul away
Each stare drowns me
another white-streaked wave at sea
defeating alike
protest and plea.
-What would you, what do you want of me?
I can't stop the take,
don't make me give-
Then the Hands,
the light touches and
sudden fierce caresses
that leave lingering bruises.
Rough fingers striving for more territory,
seeking
new ways to own me.
No! No bucking of hips,
recoiling of lips: no need to give
a free show-not that
I could force them to pay absolution.
I choose sanity over
blood retribution.
Or just some peace, to be at peace-
-hush, now, you're
flying in the clouds, breathing in the water,
you can swim or drown, fly or fall-
As the rasping nails
come to play, my skin burns
with the shame of unwelcome worship,
my soul twists
with the helplessness
of bound wrists.
Pain and pressure
without relief: I've stopped counting
the fingers that have enjoyed my flesh.
Entry cannot be denied;
they bore themselves
ruthlessly inside.
What have you
done, my God, or
what have I?
Finally, the sullying,
defiling lips; poisoned endearments
whispered into my neck, my hair.
Words are kisses are swords striking from within.
Venomous hordes
marking my skin.
This is wrong
this is wrong
this is wrong-
-keep your legs closed
as tight as you can
for as long as possible, girl-
Sick sighs of adoration pour from their mouths.
They mould my innocence into a knife,
twisting and betraying me.
Teeth tug and demand
pinning each scar
to my skin as a brand.
"A badge of innocence."
They stain these words into my very skin,
turning all of me a tarnished white.
Each syllable beat
into my breast a bite,
a tasting of the treat.
Did you know, you can feel it
even when it stops?
Just close your eyes...
~~~~~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~~~~~
Feed the Poetry Monster... <--More Poems
armor-penetrating stares.
Starving, avaricious voyeurs;
a vulture's way of seeing.
Tracking every motion
of my being.
Eyes devouring me,
heedless of my attempts
to shiver myself out
of this harsh existence; use my
frantic energy to
make hell livable.
turn life Invisible.
Enough eyes,
light reflecting off their wild hunger,
to drive me mad
Try to cover it up
but thirsty eyes calmly siphon
my soul away
Each stare drowns me
another white-streaked wave at sea
defeating alike
protest and plea.
-What would you, what do you want of me?
I can't stop the take,
don't make me give-
Then the Hands,
the light touches and
sudden fierce caresses
that leave lingering bruises.
Rough fingers striving for more territory,
seeking
new ways to own me.
No! No bucking of hips,
recoiling of lips: no need to give
a free show-not that
I could force them to pay absolution.
I choose sanity over
blood retribution.
Or just some peace, to be at peace-
-hush, now, you're
flying in the clouds, breathing in the water,
you can swim or drown, fly or fall-
As the rasping nails
come to play, my skin burns
with the shame of unwelcome worship,
my soul twists
with the helplessness
of bound wrists.
Pain and pressure
without relief: I've stopped counting
the fingers that have enjoyed my flesh.
Entry cannot be denied;
they bore themselves
ruthlessly inside.
What have you
done, my God, or
what have I?
Finally, the sullying,
defiling lips; poisoned endearments
whispered into my neck, my hair.
Words are kisses are swords striking from within.
Venomous hordes
marking my skin.
This is wrong
this is wrong
this is wrong-
-keep your legs closed
as tight as you can
for as long as possible, girl-
Sick sighs of adoration pour from their mouths.
They mould my innocence into a knife,
twisting and betraying me.
Teeth tug and demand
pinning each scar
to my skin as a brand.
"A badge of innocence."
They stain these words into my very skin,
turning all of me a tarnished white.
Each syllable beat
into my breast a bite,
a tasting of the treat.
Did you know, you can feel it
even when it stops?
Just close your eyes...
~~~~~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~~~~~
Feed the Poetry Monster... <--More Poems
Tuesday, 25 January 2005
Friday, 14 January 2005
TRAP DOOR!
Tuesday, 11 January 2005
Thursday, 6 January 2005
Wednesday, 5 January 2005
So I Stole LB's Survey, So What?
1. YOUR PORN STAR NAME: (Name of first pet + Street you live on):
Goldy Edgebrook
2. YOUR MOVIE STAR NAME: (Name of your favorite snack food + Grandfather's first name):
Tuyo Francis
3. YOUR FASHION DESIGNER NAME: (First word you see on your left + Favorite restaurant):
Camera Giovanni's
4. EXOTIC FOREIGNER ALIAS: (Favorite Spice + Last Vacation Spot):
Paprika San Francisco
5. SOCIALITE ALIAS: (Silliest Childhood Nickname + Town Where You First Partied):
Foo-Foo Lancaster
6. FLY GIRL ALIAS: (aka J.Lo) - (First Initial + First Two or Three Letters of your Last Name):
A. Will (Ha-ha, where there's a will...)
7. ICON ALIAS: (Something Sweet Within Sight + Any Liquid in Kitchen):
Tangerine Dial
8. DETECTIVE ALIAS: (Favorite Baby Animal + Where You Went to High School):
Chick Suffern
9. BARFLY ALIAS: (Last Snack Food You Ate + Your Favorite Alcoholic Drink):
Peppermint Patty Mudslide
10. SOAP OPERA ALIAS: (Middle Name + Street Where You First Lived):
Evelyn West
11. ROCK STAR ALIAS: (Favorite Candy + Last Name Of Favorite Musician):
York Dawn
12. LOVER ALIAS: (Favorite Baked Good + Last Bf/Gf Last Name):
Brownie Borvaran
13. GREASE ALIAS: (Favorite Swear Word + Last Word of Favorite Movie):
Pucha Cards
Thanks, LB, that was amusing!
Goldy Edgebrook
2. YOUR MOVIE STAR NAME: (Name of your favorite snack food + Grandfather's first name):
Tuyo Francis
3. YOUR FASHION DESIGNER NAME: (First word you see on your left + Favorite restaurant):
Camera Giovanni's
4. EXOTIC FOREIGNER ALIAS: (Favorite Spice + Last Vacation Spot):
Paprika San Francisco
5. SOCIALITE ALIAS: (Silliest Childhood Nickname + Town Where You First Partied):
Foo-Foo Lancaster
6. FLY GIRL ALIAS: (aka J.Lo) - (First Initial + First Two or Three Letters of your Last Name):
A. Will (Ha-ha, where there's a will...)
7. ICON ALIAS: (Something Sweet Within Sight + Any Liquid in Kitchen):
Tangerine Dial
8. DETECTIVE ALIAS: (Favorite Baby Animal + Where You Went to High School):
Chick Suffern
9. BARFLY ALIAS: (Last Snack Food You Ate + Your Favorite Alcoholic Drink):
Peppermint Patty Mudslide
10. SOAP OPERA ALIAS: (Middle Name + Street Where You First Lived):
Evelyn West
11. ROCK STAR ALIAS: (Favorite Candy + Last Name Of Favorite Musician):
York Dawn
12. LOVER ALIAS: (Favorite Baked Good + Last Bf/Gf Last Name):
Brownie Borvaran
13. GREASE ALIAS: (Favorite Swear Word + Last Word of Favorite Movie):
Pucha Cards
Thanks, LB, that was amusing!
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SPECIAL: New Nickname: Mandrae
Tuesday, 4 January 2005
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