As the throng of seagulls descends upon the Wal-Mart parking lot,
their purchases on shopping carts and garbage cans
remind me that we are not so far-removed from nature as we might suppose.
Prides of dandelions threaten the tamed grasses outside my screen door,
preying upon the meek, subservient greenery,
each yellow, wind-tossed mane a testament to tenacity.
If the myriad sentinel street lamps were to let down their guards for but a moment
the infinitely vast army of stars would threaten
the suburban safety of my apartment,
and all I could do would be to sit in the grass of the
burgeoning backyard Serengeti
and welcome the inv
There is blood in the varnish
they used to smooth over
the wounds in my pale woman's body
a "fine instrument"
played hour upon day upon year,
meant only to be stroked into duets
with members of an "appreciative" audience
Why do I cry when the moon is full?
Is it something in the midnight air
that makes me yearn for
icy pines and silvery fishes
beneath a sleeping stream?
Or is it the haunting whisper of snow
that leaves a
tantalizing path to the
unknown depths of the
I must follow;
the fairy lights reflect off
and no determined blast of wind
will block my passage
into the dark.
\"Mrs. Parks, You\'ve Got a Lovely Daughter\"
Proud black woman,
Raise your bosom high
and let the light reflect
off your black rhinestone sunglasses
and warm cocoa skin.
March stately, dignified,
towards that bus stop
as the wind teases your skirt,
but you pretend not to notice.
as you check your
and wait for the time
when you can rest your feet,
secure in the knowledge
that you\'re going somehwere.
Al almanecer el cielo se pinta de rojo
y todos suspiran,
el mundo lleno de brillantez
de la sonrisa tan ligera.
En la tarde la tierra huele de canela
y el sol la besa,
el rio acaricia colinas
curvadas y florecientes.
Al crepusculo, el viento esta calmado
y los rojos se cambian;
las estrellas, abrazadas por negro,
se desvanecen, olvidadas.
\"Towards the Night\"
At dawn the sky paints its cheeks red
and everyone sighs,
the world is filled with the brilliance
of her bright smile.
In the afternoon the earth smells of cinnamon
and is kissed by the sun,
the river caressing the
curved and flower-covered hills.
At twilight the wi
So my darling bf got me a new camera for February's Day. It's a Fuji FinePix2000, and it's awesome. I finally have a camera that makes me learn its manual controls, and the mpxs don't make me want to cry.
I've also had the urge to write again lately, so stay tuned for some actual updating.
Stolen from kilgore-trout (https://www.deviantart.com/kilgore-trout)
Type "[your name] _ _ _ followed by the next word" into a Google Search
and take the first result that matches:
Type "[your name] needs" in Google search:
Julie Ann needs to get into modeling, she is a gorgeous Indian female.
...I think someone is confused. :nod:
Type "[your name] looks like" in Google search:
Julie Ann looks like the typical girl next door. The type of girl that would be a librarian.
Type "[your name] says" in Google search:
As Julie-Ann says, ''The land has a story to tell, if you know how to listen. When I travel, the land tells me where my ancestors have been.
What's the ohsocool thing to do when you're bored? C'mon, you know what it is: QUIZZIEPOOO!
+_1. Are you dating the person you text most?
I don't think there IS a person I text most, but regardless, no.
+_2. What did you do at 12 o'clock last night?
watch Without a Trace
+_3. What do you want?
to feel rejuvenated and full of purpose
+_4. Who was the last person you shared a bed with?
+_5. Do you talk to yourself?
+_6. Do you drink milk straight from the carton?
Nope. I very rarely drink milk, and when I do it's usually chocolate milk.
+_7. Who knows a dark secret or two about you?
Umm...hmm. A dark secret...I