| Winter Invokes Night's Truest Enchanting Rememberances. |
| Oh, to dream forever And never to ever grow wise Of the ghostly veil softly covering our eyes. |
| Poems Yet to Paint Scraps and Such |
| Winter races in, bringing with it freezing rain and ice as well as fond memories of since passed fiery nights... Yes, I do love winter. It chills you from the tip of your nose to your littlest toe, but with it comes hearth fires and hot cocoa. Freezing nights with your blanket over your head, awakening to find nothing beats curling up in a warm bed. Poor woodwinds in drizzly games, not allowed a decent glove, but all is made well when you cuddle with someone you love. Winter is great, for no season holds better than warm blankets, slipper socks, and fuzzy sweater. Yes, I do love winter. |
| a random babbling from 9-14-03
why do i sit here and second-guess myself? why do i wonder if i've done the right thing? why do i leave my pain to the unknown? how much suffering can one decision bring? |
| 9-16-03: a less-random babbling. i got in another fight with inspiration in the shower, and for the first time, i think i came out the victor----
Perhaps I wasn't ready to have met someone like you. Perhaps I wasn't ready to learn how to be true. Perhaps I wasn't ready to give my heart away. Perhaps I wasn't ready, and in fear, i turned away. |
| My home is with him, and he is forever far. |
| Keep me well and love me long
As I am yours, forever sworn. |
| Let me give you a Tragedy; I'll regail you for hours. Give me not yur pities But only your ears That I may break your hearts... |