Topic:
Hunting Grounds
|
|
I don't know if me, being me, can really appreciate this as it deserves, haha.
But : ) |
|
|
|
I understand the pressure of life, the overwhelming failures, the pain of getting excited about something, only to have something ELSE go down the drain and drag you with it.. Life is tough, life is lonely. But you can change it. Of course you can hun..
Now. What do you like to do that's really fun? Do you like video games? Bowling? Archery? Swimming? You can name ANYTHING that you like to do, like playing with kitties! Why not check out the local animal shelter? Volunteer there? Not only do you get to help lots of beautiful critters, but you WILL meet people who respect and like you for being there. Start with something. Start with an activity or something to keep you occupied. Just one small goal that you can accomplish. Learn a language! I adore french. It's very rewarding if you lean if a tiny bit of anything. But once you start doing that SOMETHING, it makes other things easier. So, tell all of us wonderful listeners what you like to do! And of course, where you're from. I'll help you find something! |
|
|
|
Topic:
For I Am Season
|
|
For I Am Season
There is the sweet scent of summer Strung in my hair A spatter of Stars Painted across my pail nail Effervescent shadows line me Trace curve and give grace I feel season and swim time My heart chimes with gold colored wind My eyes crown with green wonder gone red My summer hills I bind tight all around To keep the sunny warmth within Come my frosty moonlit touch Chilly fingers of soft flesh Hint of vanilla lost on sunrise Find summer in me Taste and touch blue dipped sunrise Snow wrapped glory I am season |
|
|
|
Topic:
Night
|
|
Thanks :)) Perhaps I shall indeed share more.
|
|
|
|
Topic:
Night
|
|
A thousand white fires
the stars did light a great battle scene depicted at night Growing blue crystals a hum in my eyes glitter with prow preparing for flight Red, I'll paint you Dance round in glow white sparks of light a fire made of snow Hands of feathers blistered in magic traveled in bleak streets to swallow up defeat From me comes sight a spool of ladies might I'll sit spinning my magic, on this night. |
|
|