When I asked a few of my close friends to come up with 5 lines of poetry, I gave them three subject choices: a. the most important thing in your life b. your life c. love This is what they came up with... (everything (c) 2000 their respective owners!) Esme / Aunt Suzanne GodKing / Kenneth Galaxia / Deb Beryl / Lisa Alysa / Batgirl / Krissi (yes me!) Esmeraude.... Miss Esme chose to reply to choice... b. your life! or her life!, rather... I can't decide which way my life should turn now... having reached "that" point in my life. Or what's the purpose for which my soul was wrought? But I know that my hands and legs must follow my heart... or my body will never be whole. GodKing.... GodKing, who so nicely named me batgirl, chose c. love.... this fire in my brain this song in my heart this twist in my gut what took you so long? why did you leave so quick? Galaxia.... Galaxia, or Deb (she has identity crises sometimes!), wrote about a. AND c. ... Roses are Pink And, blue be the Texas bluebells. None other is sweeter than my Michele At least that's what I think... Now I have to go get a drink! By this window I sit Upon a pink cushion on a straight-backed chair Here I live a different life -- of distant lands, valiant quests, mysterious adventures and high romance Sunlight filters through lengths of heavy lace casting dancing shadows on leaves of paper As I sit and read my book and live another's life. Lisa.... Beryl, or Lisa got deep with her answer about her own life: my soul generates tears as i recall the painful memories left behind but the moment i look up and see the wonderful people i know, a new light floods my heart all painful memories are quickly erased from my battered mind new beautiful memories of friendships i can now start without any grief pulling tears from my eyes Krissy / Batgirl.... Since the challenge was mine, I answered all three choices (in order)... From fingernail goddesses and marching band queens My life has become something else That now threatens to change... New college friends occupy time that the La babes cannot, But still tall babe and Cajun witch are the best!! I sound the alarm! College life, come to kill us all! Stress, stress, stress, stress, stress! No, my real poem was this: Emily, you wrote a long book, And this English paper is killing me Maybe I should have tried Mr. King and Mr. Golding But perhaps it is too late, and I need more sleep... Someone get me out of my house... And last but not least.... Sand warms my back as I stretch out, Lost in my reverie instead of the beautiful day Spent my time waiting for an angel Or perhaps just a dreamboat who wasn't exactly perfect... And now he's here.... Back to Water Kisses!

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