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| Wednesday, June 9th, 2004 |
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basins of truth overfilled the water runs out of time wells of thought dry in winter wait for the spring depth of feeling stirs a passionate heart taints the blood corners of a mind dusty, hoard all the boxes waiting memories pit of the gut tightens the senses reins activates the third eye wings of a soul soar through infinite plains no man-made shackles bloom of a body each petal adorns the gown beauty most unique. |
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| Wednesday, June 2nd, 2004 |
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yes I know you have been waiting with baited breath for the next instalment of the one-liners. Thank you for all those who gave me a one-liner I very much enjoyed the challenge of coming up with something for each and every one of them. But now it's YOUR turn again. ok here goes: The dawn waited in eerie silence, its crimson gown billowing across the land .. Please join in. Open to all. have some fun with it. :) |
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the birds they caw loudly right outside my window under the winter morning's sun loudly they speak I wonder what they say I wonder if they know our speak the chill is still there in the morning air it almost proclaims "Winter is here!" yet the sun valiantly peeks through the mantle of the white fluffy clouds taking ownership of the day the birds have all gone quiet now perhaps they are feeding and life simply moves on. |
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| Tuesday, June 1st, 2004 |
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in the castle of my dreams I am invincible nothing can touch my soul's fire and bank it nothing can pollute my body with disease nothing can make my heart sterile and barren in its warmth in my faerytales I am the fairest of them all in a world where my usual mantle is average and drab nothing can question my powers of change to alter the world around me as I see fit to make myself fit within the gigantic puzzle where life is the place in the centre of the maze and humans wander aimlessly lost waiting for salvation praying for different in a world too closed in to care in my waking moments I write frantically telling and re-telling my tale almost magically working to make it real so I feel real flesh and bone a face that will stop someone rather than have them walk through my ghost in the castle of my dreams I am invincible I am strong I am pure I am more than the total of my woes I wish I could feel impervious to the howling winter winds outside my door they haunt me they make me confront they make me fear I will never be warm again my fires low die to nothing in my castle I am ruler I am supreme I am the holder of my own destiny I shape destiny as if it were malleable as if I lost all sense of rigid and control yet this is what I hold - control I want to feel like I owe no favours in this life no one holds the deeds to my soul's home that I am free to come and go as I please in the castle of my dreams. |
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| Sunday, May 30th, 2004 |
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we walk in the valley of shadows of different light flickering on and off grey, black, silver, white the shadows dance their muted hues and we hide and show our face behind each veil see me, don't catch me, don't I am the ghost that lives in the cracks in the threads that make the shadows I weave my own cloth in light and dark, the play of shadows divine Beauty can found in the darkness waiting for the light. |
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| Friday, May 28th, 2004 |
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touch me no more lest you mean it, want it, feel it I am more than a name, an empty face I breathe air in, fire out and drink the tiny raindrops that fall from my eyes I live in beauty real and imagined, created by me I live in ugliness real and imagined, created by others I believe in everything that has a question because our job is to ask and to find the answers and pass the key down each rung of the ladder till we can no more I am a true note a sharp note one octave too high a low note wallowing in the shallows I live a million lives right inside of me my mind is the camera that has taken pictures from my soul to see I dress up and dress down in my daydreams in my nightdreams live spectres of forbidden love and lust desires refuge from the storms that blind the third eye I walk in shadows both hot and cold and still I cannot escape the stranger who lies attached at my feet yet who follows my every step counting them for I belong to the shadow and the shadow belongs to me I have darkness and light wrapped up in the silk of my heart and I rejoice in both with open arms I embrace them I cannot cut myself in half for I am whole segmented in smaller parts which are a whole I feed myself sugar as well as bitter herbs and my mouth becomes accustomed to both and favours not one above the other I am my creator, I am my destroyer I build, I bring down full circles swing in my autumn eyes I laugh with relish and in silent voice with others at myself at others depending on which side of the sun I open my eyes I am the catalyst, poison, antidote, centre universe where my soul spins around weaving itself, reinventing itself, finding itself if you touch me touch all the way down to where my toes curl there you will find my roots buried deep in the fertile soul of my being draw my colours to a point let the oceans wash me up on the given shore let the harbour nestle my magnificent dreams till I come again into this world till I come again. |
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| Thursday, May 27th, 2004 |
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I am winter all covered up beneath the woolen blankets hiding till the sun comes out again I am spring hidden in the daisy chains and floral crowns, entwined pretty flowers from a field in bloom I am summer rolling to shore on white-capped waves enjoying the music of the children's laughs and screams beneath a bright blue sky I am autumn waiting, ever patiently, reviving, revitalising, changing my coat and finding my feet, enjoying a moment's reprieve before the next. |
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Name Acronym Generator From Go-Quiz.com ~ yup that's me. *chuckles* |
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| Wednesday, May 26th, 2004 |
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| ( what magical order are you? ) | ||||
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| Tuesday, May 25th, 2004 |
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| ( ART/TEMPERANCE - the creator, the alchemist ) | ||||
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| Sunday, May 23rd, 2004 |
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From Go-Quiz.com |
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| Saturday, May 22nd, 2004 |
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the dishes sparkled white lined up behind each other on the rack I am the used glass with the tiny smudge stain around the lip sitting on the sink watching the bright white plates wondering what they would look like with some grime a smidgeon of dirt, some grease to cover their perfect face the dishes sparkled white lined up behind each other on the rack I sit here feeling left out but glad to not be the same I know deep inside my glass heart no one is perfect, nothing shines more true than another just a smidgeon of left-overs would do them much good the dishes sparkled white lined up behind each other on the rack What would it feel like to be so clean, so pure has it always been that way or only recently is it their natural state or one imposed by a clean hand why can't just a smidgeon of scrap be left behind the dishes sparkled white lined up behind each other on the rack Is it envy I feel everytime I look up at their perfect face or cyncism knowing full well there is no such thing if you drop me I'll crash and make a big sound but I find that smidgeon of noise is too much in this quiet the dishes sparkled white lined up behind each other on the rack I stand here, waiting, watching for my own turn wishing to remain as I am. I cannot be like all the others, so sterile it seems I like my own smidgeon of dirt, it gives character to my face. |
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| Thursday, May 20th, 2004 |
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 You're a Narrative writer! What kind of writer are you? brought to you by Quizilla *laughs* yup that's me! ;) |
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I had my turn at the one-liners and now it's yours. ;) The air was slow to move and it felt like time had somehow gotten stuck ..... |
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we are beggars in the street looking for scraps and bits and pieces something of our own something to be our own. we look with tired almost faded eyes along the winding streets that lead to everywhere and nowhere. we walk with feet in ill-fitted shoes blisters screaming in agony as the soles have worn out on the bottom and the leather is too tight on top. we smell the air and know the seasons have changed and with it our luck ebbs and flows- we have either too little or too much never something comfortable in between. we forage for truth in the rubbish bins of our neighbours we cover our skin in blankets worm-holed and threadbare better than nothing they say. we eat humble pie when someone throws at us some minor misdemeanour blown out of all proportion by someone with a loud voice sorry, we bow and scrape, crawl on our knees long for forgiveness for something we never knew we committed. punishment in small proportions handed out, meted out to last through all the years to come like cutting back a pound of flesh from our backs to pay the debt collector his or her due. we live in the squalor of fear and unexpressed desire lack of who we are and what forms the inside of our skin. we amble through life like a beast of burden weighed down by the oppression of a life not understood and a purpose still hiding behind closed eyes. we were created to see the truth as we find it or make our truth count for it is the only one we will ever have yet the hungry keeping searching beneath every rock and pillar striving to find the holy grail and save our race as if redemption is the only reason we live. we hunger like a babe who's mother has no milk cry and scream loud with empty stomach and burning lungs yet the harder we scream, the longer we cannot hear. we are beggars in the street looking for scraps and bits and pieces something of our own something to be our own. we cannot live alone, lest we stay alone we cannot love together, lest we love alone we are opposites in motion opposites that seem like sames we learned the differences from swaddling babe now we need to find what we have in common the bullseye of our race the thread to stop the other threads from unraveling to spare the blanket to save the weave to join the holes to make us whole. ~ ~ ~ ~ forgive me I am tired and this is all I could write. I think when I'm tired I begin to feel the weight of the world around me and then have a need to voice that. And so from this, this poem is born. |
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| Wednesday, May 19th, 2004 |
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brandish thy weapons o siren queen with eyes of shimmering emerald let them touch thy lips reverently, lustfully, lovingly they hold thy hand in one hand and clutch a silver dagger behind their backs with the spare. they would see you just as easily dead as alive their toy their saviour their redemption their executioner whore watch them, learn them, steal their power lest it turns on you and you crumble to dust at their feet. smile with widest mouth show them the pearl gates that have sunk a million ships filled with suitors' hearts let gaiety be thy shield and intelligence and subterfuge thy sword- submit to no one to sell your soul would be a price too high with little recompense. brandish thy weapons o warrior queen your words are knives that cut through the lying night your will the poison men will take to break your back and leave you cowering in the gutter filled with careless filth. submit to no one you cannot cower for you never learned how to bend small only to stand with head held high as they stone you for your courage and insolence only then to try and salve the open wounds with sea salt instead of cool aloe. brandish thy weapons o simple girl they will try and rule you with an iron fist bruise you with their clumsy hands as they shake and rattle your womanly bones. they would use you as their toy their saviour their redemption their executioner whore only if you so choose for it is not their choice to make. choose wisely which weapon you draw on which day and what you will save when armageddon arrives barging through your door the demons want their angels pure not slightly tarnished so give them their sugar tenfold let them believe that the spice has fallen and blown away by the jealous wind. brandish thy weapons wisely and well for civilisations have fallen for less and been forgotten for more than that. |
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| Monday, May 17th, 2004 |
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it's that time again. throw me a line, any line and see what creative things I can come up with. ;) |
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| Saturday, May 15th, 2004 |
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| I just finished watching The Last Samurai. I think it's one of the best movies I have watched. Beautifully filmed. Great story - I was riveted to the screen. | ||
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| Friday, May 14th, 2004 |
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bastardise the music twist the melody misshape the truth lose reality lose faith in word. origami animals and flowers replace the breathing kind pretty paper, no heartbeat no breath, no joy, no soul just still colour fluttering in the breeze. locked rooms, windowless rooms stale air that permeates every particle of space no sound, dead sound, makes my skin crawl, pucker and shiver no air, hard to breathe, suffocate barriers only seal people in. evil intent masked in good intentions bottom of the food chain scrambling for the top believing they are the top feeding off others below them in level never in status no friend, no companion, no confidante silver daggers in a back kills friendship in one stroke. children growing too fast, wanting adulthood run the asylum with a fierce naivety a dangerous one poison to their growth, inhibitor to their soul breaker of their heart no direction, no sincerity, no compass blinkers on, closed eyes, all they do is sleep. desire hot coursing through veins made only to accommodate the cold burn the recipient, tear them asunder, rip them inside out, back to front turns them upside down no genuine interest, no deeper connection, no avenues we cannot deal with emotion the right way, only one way. |
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| Wednesday, May 12th, 2004 |
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I play with your fingers our heads bent close to one another's whispering sweet nothings sharing the day living through the other's eyes. Our hushed voices murmur soft lilting melody of laughter nestled in each other's arms a harbour from the wounds. I look into your endless eyes they go on for eternity deep, they shine your love and I can see my smile reflected there You make me smile away from my many tears. I make you laugh with my bluntness telling you as it is without the need to embellish or hide. The music of the night lulls us keeps us afloat. With fingers entwined we are stronger nothing will breach these reinforced walls foundations we have built to get better with each passing day. I give you only what I can - I give you me. And all I ask of you is to give yourself to me - Yes, I know I don't need to ask. We fall asleep in each other's arms and we finally rest away from the chaotic world outside our door away from the loneliness of just one. We meet in our dreams as we do in real life. We meet in our dreams as we will one day in life. |
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