Written back in high school to apply to a writer's group. I got in ;). We published a book of poetry and short stories. This was included. :)
I wrote this one on the spur of the moment in a chat room... a fellow chatter was upset that there wasn't a song containing the name of his beloved... so i took it upon myself to cheer him up... and in the process realised that what i had written had a lot more meaning than what was originally intended *grin*. so, i changed the title, and, walah! Hope you enjoy!
This was also written in high school. The assignment was to provoke vivid sensual imagery. Did I pass? ;)
written for valentine's day... for me, love IS magic, so in my mind, it fits in... tell me what you think!
A episodic style poem that I just started writing...this will eventually evolve into a full story someday *grin*
***NEW FLASH***I tweeked the meter a bit... so now whatcha think?*** Hehe, this was also very spur of the moment... I sent it in with my join application as my description of me and what inspires me. *giggle* I do, however, feel a very deep attachment to what I wrote, which is why I am posting it for all to see and comment on. For some reason, this one touched me, even as I was writing it... I don't know, heh, maybe its just me! Hope you enjoy.
A poem I wrote when all was wrong and I thought nothing could ever be right again.
Inspired by another's poem, and by someone special to me... yet so very far away... Hehe, the shape of it reminds me of a Hershey's Kiss chocolate candy ;)
Last year at this time one of my English profs asked the class to write about the new millenium in our journals. This is what came out of mine.
A short poem inside the world of a mystic watcher's day...tell me what YOU think the watcher is...it reminds me of an ancient god or goddess...or not.
My pen and I got into an argument the other day... She was upset that I was spending so much time on my computer... I of course denied any such ridiculous thing, but... Here is the end result. (*wink* she is very happy with it I might add) ps- a side note to all, my pen is inhabited by a very jealous fairy spirit, and she is Never wrong! She also talks to me on a regular basis..... *grin*
The title says it all... my little search for the meaning of life, or something like that. I have always wondered why people insist that magic doesn't exist. I am of the firm belief that it happens every day, you just have to be open to it. Not to mention that the definition of magic is largely self-defined... I find a gorgeous sunset incredibly magical... so why must there be proof?
This is a first feeble attempt at the beginning of what may someday become my first novel. I am planning on integrating the story of Daughter's Wrath into this somewhere... Please comment profusely, as I am venturing into uncharted territory... *gulp*
I wrote this one about...er...7 years ago, hehehe. *mutters about getting old* More old stuff, hehehe. :)
This was written during the one year anniversary of the horrible tragedy at Oklahoma City. Not one of my best, but hey, its old ;).