Hey, all! I am not dead! And here is a poem, because for poetry month I am aiming to write one every day.

( Just So You Know )

I have no icon suitable for this happiest of occasions, so I'm afraid you'll have to gaze upon Jayne's ... ummmm ... imposing counentance.
Oh, well.  It's VACATION.  A whole week to sleep and read and read and write and watch -- and work, but we're not thinking about that 'til 5 tomorrow!  The *LARP is over, the threat of snow is passed, I have ( Read more... )

THE SUN CAME OUT!  WOO!  FOR THE FIRST TIME THIS WEEKEND!  You know what this means, don't you?  *drum roll*

...... POETRY!!
Enjoy.

sunshine
on diamond raindrops
carefully arranged
on emerald leaves
makes them sparkle,
sets my soul to singing.

clouds
on the horizons of the sky
slowly drifting
on unseen breezes
show the clear blue sky
set my feet to tapping.

cars
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Yay poem that was written on a paper table-cloth with charcoal made by burning sticks in candles at my cousin's graduation party.  Yeah.  FictionPress was being funky and not letting me upload stuff, so I decided to post it here.  So here it is.  Enjoy.

watching a flame
on the end of a stick
is to see
the flame of life
that burns within us.

watching an ( Read more... )