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Renèe aka: cozzybob

This is Nature. She molds the earth into her own being. The elves cherish her, the men fear her. What does she hide in the life she gives to those around her? Is she indeed life, or mearly the messenger?

Published More than a year ago

Category Mythology

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The Story Book Boy

I used to go to vo-tech during high school, a career/technical/vocational school. I was taking nursing (which I ended up hating and dropping out of). I would eat lunch there, and me and my friend would usually sit at the same table everyday. One day while we're eating there was this guy--a big guy--who sat at the other end of our table and he pulled out a book. He was the thick-glassed dorky lookin' big guy type that looked a magnet for bullies. Note: that pretty much decribes me in girl form. Haha. He ended up eating at our table for many days straight on and he'd never move, just sat there reading for a solid half hour (we had long lunches at vo-tech). I never had the guts to ask him what he was reading. I was dying to know, because he was really into it. It was a paperback, a really thick one, and he was in the middle of it. Once when my friend was absent, he sat directly across from me. I found myself in a state of hysteria, I HAD to know. So I bent down low, peering under so I could read the cover. I couldn't make it out. The boy didn't see me, he was too preoccupied. I never made a move. I lost my chance that day because I never saw him again. At least not with the book. I wrote this poem based on that incident, thinking that I could drop it over the pages as I slipped by him and sign it as like a secret admirer type thing. But I never did. That's what happens when you never make a move. This is dedicated to my online buddy Azi-chan. I have a tradition of making a poem like this one every year for her and that thick glassed boy I never got to know. Originally written in 2002

Sasha Speaks

Sasha is a gorrilla. The theme to this is open for debate, since I really can't make up my mind. Haha. This is also dedicated to anyone who's ever watched a dog bask in the glow of the high noon sun--and joined him. Anyone can see the sky, but few ever touch it. Originally written in 2003

The Celebration of the Mirror

I wrote this one a while ago, but it's still one of my favorites. Surprised it hasn't gotten any comments. *sigh* Oh well... I like it. :p Originally written in 2003

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