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Name: Princess
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Birthday: 11/24/1981
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Interests: Writeing poetry, books, reading, drawing(badly but, eh)


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Thursday, May 31, 2007

Ahh

If I could remember a day without rain, when the drops werent falling, when will they not

call your name, were those your lips or mine, moveing closer together, the time with our

inocence, these things I remember. With a bitterness then not nearly so sharp, but with

longing now to be in your heart.  Was it such a bad game the dance we were makeing, as

you lay on the floor, whos soul were you takeing. Just let me forget, dont cloud in my

sky.  A time without rain, this memory will die.


Saturday, March 24, 2007




WRITERS



BLOCK








IS GONNA



KILL ME!





Sunday, March 04, 2007

Week 62 Prompt

write a ballad poem. ballad poems tend to have short stanzas, a refrain, a rhyme scheme, and they almost always tell a story. these storys historically talk about love, war, and beautiful women dying from broken hearts, but you can/should be more creative about it. the refrain should occur at least twice.



The days are dark and empty,
Since I last saw your face,
My soul is cold within me,
I just want to leave this place,

Sometimes the memory of your smile,
Comes crashing down on me,
I wonder if you knew,
That we were meant to be,

I was a part of your life,
You were the missing  piece in mine,
And now that your gone,
This shredded life's what's left behind,

My heart can't see your gone,
My head can't comprehend,
You left me all alone,
I'll never understand,
This ragged torn up life,
Without you here with me,
I wanted you to know,
But now you'll never see,

I walk the streets at night,
I think of what we had,
Our love was my light,
I don't know why I never said,

The words that burn in me,
To tell you how I feel,
Won't fall silent still,
Can't let my conscience heal,

My heart won't see your gone,
My head can't comprehend,
You left me all alone,
I'll never understand,
This ragged torn up life,
Without you here with me,
I wanted you to know,
But now you'll never see,

Now you'll never see,
That you were all I had,
All I'd ever want,
I wanted you to know,
But now you'll never see.


Monday, February 12, 2007


Write something, poetry (would be easiest), prose, whatever in alphabetical order while making it make sense. I don't care if you do acrostic, or if you're insanely clever and make the beginning of each line sound like the letter- "see" instead of "c" for instance. Or if you can find a way to make each word, one after another, in prose be alphabetical you'd be my favoritest person ever.


Another beast comes devoring, eating,
Finding growing heights in justice.
Killing like mad, never openly persecuting,
Quietly rigged statistical tables,
Under
virulent waves.
Xray your zealousness.


Monday, February 05, 2007

Im hoping that this sort of thing hasn't been done before.
Write a monologue in a stream-of-consciousness voice, answering the question Who were you? Pick a time when you were different than you are now, and explain who that you was. It can be as long or short as you wish, though preferably not poetry.






I was light.  Running in the grass.  Looking at the sky.  Free.  I never thought about the whys, or the what ifs.  The only time was then.  The never ending days.  It was always dramatic and always life threatening...but not once was it real.  I couldn't imagine I would go on..or that I would end.  Happiness was a way of life not an unattainable myth.  I was the saddest I have ever been and the most joyful...every emotion was mine and all at once.  Who I was could not be changed or challenged.  I would be me forever.  Until now I thought it would always be true.



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