Saturday, November 3, 2007

So, What do you all think of my new theme? I am in love with this background, it is just so cute! And sorry I haven't been on for awhile, I've just been busy and didn't feel like updating. I'll be visitng sites again later, so I'm sorry if I haven't commented in awhile. I had all A's on my report card, and I'm already dreading finales which are coming before Christmas, so in about a month or two. I cant believe so much time has already gone.

I've started a vampire Novel, because if I have a werewolf one, I must have a vampire one. And I already had someone say there was a touch of Anne Rice style of writing in it, and that made me very happy. I also started another novel, AND I thought of a very interesting plot twist in My Werewolf series.

I did this segment in it where theres a vision of Cerridoon with her Baby, and you discover that the babies father is a phoenix that can take human form (his desired form is human) and how villagers who did not know who cerridoon was killed both her and her baby and the phoenix. BUT after Eleuna (the thrid book about Ari) there will be a book about Ari and Eoins Daughter, whom they name something or other (I cant remember now what I called her -_-') and you discover that the vision was about Ari's daughter, not about the Cerridoon of Legends, master of elements. It's a very big twist, and resurfaces the prophecy placed on Ari's linage that she thought she had broken and was done with. It's going to freaking rock, but it also puts one more book on my lap to write, but thats okay, because I hope people like them. ^_^

So how have ya'll been lately? Are you doing well in school? Would you like to read my vampire and werewolf stuff?

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Monday, October 22, 2007

Some 7th grader in our school hung himself in his closet over the weekend. Apparently he was dating a guy named Alex (though everyone calls alex sexy lexi) and once buck's (the kid that hanged himself) father found out he was gay he began to abuse him, everything spiraled down for him as kids at school were prejudice in the junior high, and I think sexy lexi also cheated on him.

Anyways, I didn't know Buck, but I'm really sad.... and really tempted to try and contact him..... uh because I talk to ghosts.... but oyu never knew that about me I dont think. Well anyways I'm going to make sure the little bugger goes to heaven and NOT hell, he doesn't deserve hell for what he went through. So he was weaker then needed, so he chose to end his life. That doesn't mean he should go to hell.

A lot of people in the highschool knew him, so I was around alot of crying people today, and the magnitude of the events are only just now hitting me T.T

So I might cry now too damnit.

*sigh* How was your day?
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Sunday, October 21, 2007

My site currently in remodeling, I'm trying a few new things out but it's not finished yet. What do you all think?
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Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Tatters of the soul


One place, of ethereal standing of the soul, the spirit; which had once been verdant and overflowing with beauty of her hopes, her love. Was now no more then a resting graveyard of loose soul dried and withered.

So comes to mind then the thoughts of ones soul. Ones very being. Surely there must be some limit to love, and some limit to despair. Once she held not these views but now she reveled in the canvas which had been washed clean and then painted over with skies.

A soul is ones own land, ones own creation. A canvas with living soul, and rain and sun, golden and stark all in one.

What was built on this soul, what was painted, was ones choice. Every emotion has a color, each expression a different sky, every whispered moment a different setting sun. In just one instance it can all wash away with drops of salt falling from the eyes of the holder. For beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and it is their creation that may have once seemed only beautiful to ones self; but which now resembled only all the happiness that escaped though the crevices in cupped hands. A futile attempt to fight change, the conclusion.

But when one losses sight of building a new garden, a new sanctuary; their souls wither and the radiant light extinguishes over time till perhaps there is no one left to reignite it. Reignite the passion for living, for creating.

And this is where the lost and hopeless dwellers come, to a barren bleak world of dreams. Memories only being the companion they not wish to remain. Some sit, some cry, and yet alone some seem to fall farther into this barren world until one day they simply refuse to wake, they refuse to open orbs onto a world that seems to not care. But for every one person lost another is there to catch you as you fall. It may just not be apparent yet.

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Tuesday, October 16, 2007

I'm thinking of changing my site again, I'm going to my granda's this weekend cause the rest of the family is going hunting and I dont hunt (even though I'm a better shooter then my brother XP). I, yes I moosey, Lord dorkling, have started to write a harry potter fanfic. what dont look at me like that, I was bored and besides it's not like I'll be neglecting Slowly disappear WHICH I have found and editor for! She's only on page 50 and she said she freaking loves it and that I had better finish XD Ego boost there indeed. To top that off I won a contest for poem of the week, over the life and memories of a snow flake, I thought it was a nice poem ^_^

Whats been up you all?

Snowflake

Shining memories sink to earth,
fading slowly once more dearth.
Singing sweetly on endless air
traveling in false mal de mer.

Resting softly on savoring lips
faintly acting to lunar eclipse.
Dancing drop of winters fair,
arriving from a pillows care.

Frozen drops of dancing breath,
skeletal remains of melting death.
Fingers blue and eyes watch white,
spying ice in one last plight.

Rays of pooling golden doom,
casting warmth on sullen bloom.
Spreading memories of graying skies,
falling frozen 'til once more dies.



That poor snowflake T.T
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Tuesday, October 9, 2007

Arianrhod

O'er yonder travel fast,
seek the future;
name the past.

Dance the circle of mushrooms fair,
spend ye night in Arianrhod's glare.

In the village come quick,
grab the shovel;
grasp the pick.

Track the Fairies as they bloom,
witness the inevitable doom.

Swift now 'cross the path,
bottle the fairies;
as they laugh.

Sprinkle dust on ravens hair,
suffer under thy magics air.

Soarin' now on the wind,
grasp your feathers;
keep them pinned.

Cross the bridge into the hall,
travel along under granite wall.

Quickly now up the stairs,
gaze the maiden;
fair of all fairs.

Battle the dragon grasp thy sword,
and the wizard of un-kept word.

Wipe the smirk off thy face,
lose thy life;
with passing grace.

Watch with dulling, dieing eyes,
as thy maiden transforms, thee lies.

Fell the touch on ye brow,
hear the words;
bestowed avow.

Feel the lose of your skin,
become one thy enchantments kin.

Aye! Ye with Scottish scowl,
toss the skin;
begin the howl.

First line of the wolfen kin,
be the first created in sin.


Note- Arianrhod is irish for moon.


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Wednesday, October 3, 2007

Hey ya'll, sharkbait ohhhh ha ha. whoops-a-daisy sorry.

Airhead moment there.

Whats been up with ya'll
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Sunday, September 30, 2007

I'm doing much better now, I'm always pushing my problems down so I can deal with them at my own pace.

I've been writing an uhealthy amount of poetry lately but it makes me feel better and it's kind if fun when you do a challenge, and I've have managed to win a few challenges, or atleast place in them. Anywho, how was ya'll been?

My mom finally started to let me paint and mural my walls and I am currently working on a gold and burgendy red diamond checked border that goes completely around one wall in a 5 inch band, it looks really cool but painting boxes is driving me insane, thats also the same wall that I am painting a court Jester onto, with a freaking awesome mask.

My comment thing is messed up again so I cant comment on any ones site, which really suck because I actually made and effort to do it this time.

I would like to humbly thank all of those who showed me compassion on thursday and friday and gave me kind words and help, so the next poem is uh kinda dedicated to those of you who commented I love ya'll of my friends very much and you made me feel tons better.

Spark

Wrap me up, and burn me down,
pull away from my frown.

Turn my back and start a spark,
rub my skin and leave a mark.

Forever isn't alwasy,
no one ever stays.

And in this garden of life,
clouded grey with worry and strife.

Sometimes the part doesn't fit,
and roots tend to split.

Written for a picture promt challenge on allpoetry.com where my account name is HopeWithWings. I hope ya'll like it and understad it's for anyone who has even had their parents split.

Night ya'll.


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Friday, September 28, 2007

In memory

Finding I can fly

So once ago,
I broke a wing.
And fell very low.
Lost my voice to sing.

I touched the earth,
and felt her shudder.
Laughed with no mirth,
could gain no flutter.

As I look now,
I still see them pass.
Au revoir, Cao!
This bubble of glass.

It started off small,
and grew so large.
circular wall,
with electric charge.

You know me well,
but far from the truth.
in the glass balls spell,
grown old in youth.

I know it's been
said a million times,
but that was then,
these are my rhymes.

So take my hand,
hide your fears.
And understand,
I contain no mirrors.

I can't be you,
or any form.
Though I can't float too,
I'll flutter in a storm.

Part 2

Healed with time today,
gave my wings away.

Sold it all for them,
broke my rose from the stem.

Cry on my shirt,
pull me through the dirt.

Hold my hand,
march through the sand.

Tug my heart,
tare it apart.

But know one thing,
in my winter, they're spring.

Please don't fear,
My intentions are clear.

Though I'll die alone,
but not with a heart of stone.

My friends I love you,
with eyes of brown, hazel, and blue.

Keeping holding on to me,
my wings wish to be free.

Don't let me go again,
don't let my laughter dim.

Lastly smile for me,
the greatest gift truly.

~~Dedicated to my friends.

I found out last night my grandma is dieing from a type of cancer.

So I didn't go to school today, I dont think I could handle being asked what was wrong or being told that they are very sorry for me. I cant do it, talking about it will make me cry, and I would rather not cry infront of my friends, my teachers, and the school in general; I'm supposed to be the sturdy one, the one who has the answers and accepts things easily.

I refuse to accept this.

Wish I could (quote, freestyle)

(If You Love Something Let It Go)

My fathers mother,
a beloved person in my life;
slipping slowly,
away from my grip.

Never cried so much,
in my life.
I can hear your voice,
laughter.

I can see your eyes,
stern and loving.
Please dont leave.
Please.

I know it's wrong,
to hold to you;
but I cant let you go.
Please dont go.

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Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Warning, my next post added tomorrow morning will be over an essay about the complications of the heart and why it's so hard to understand (I'm doing this for a friend XP you know who you are)

So tomorrow post may run very long, and uh rather boring indeed. XD Peace.


*hugs*
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