Goddess

Goddess

A perfect Pout on your mouth
Lank tresses sway across your shoulders

The way you read me

seem to know what I'm about,

I walk quietly around you
Speak carefully struck dumb
by Astoundment.You have no clue

How beautiful in existing you are
So bright understatedly right-minded

For all your Street sass and you cheeky smile
There is a sweetness a simplicity almost innocently
hidden.
These feelings
what you have me wish for is Forbidden
I cant help but want to touch you.
You're like water to me.
A Dream-inducing Elixar gilded
in a substance more precious than gold

Here now I lay my soul.
In the depths of Our Electronic world

For you S.R, you beautiful talented amazing girl.

Just a thought...

real Problem is i suppose:
I probably don't have as many problems as i imagine I have.
Problem is what supposedly few problems I have I cant really share with anyone.Which of course means every mountain I face scaleable or not seems impossible and i often don't reach the other side, and make it into the Valley of light and Perfect Hindsight, - no instead i stay on my little ole Plain of Desolation.


What is it about some men that just because 1)you're the one teen who doesn't glare at them when they look or talk to you 2) you dress Flash
They instantly think you must be diggin for it and slip Paddy Power betting reciepts into your hand/pocket in a way that they think is sexy and mysteroius but lly is just creepy.
Benny 0867892531 pranksters welcome...

well thats it for today had more, but the stupid outdated Libary computers ( i mean XP for goodness sake!) cant open .wps files. and thus all my weekend entries will have to be posted Mid-week. Fabulous

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Subcultures for the most part are a reaction to whatever counts as the "normal" culture which is probably why they're only sub-cultures and not seperate cultures altogether, i mean your average friendly goth is just as much a part of Anglo-American culture as your not-so-friendly Jock and his uber-friendly cheerleader girlfriend.
I'm using stereotypes here because it makes things easier. Anyways if there was no North how would we find South? Would there just be a South and no North? Or perhaps South is just a shadow of North the same way in which life is just a shadow of death, perhaps neither can exist without the other. I certainly think so, I mean how many unipolar magnets do you meet a day?
mind you you meet a lot of unipolar people nowadays and they certainly exist, but then again the faact that they exist means that somewhere out there, something else doesn't. Light and shadow you know, the light begat the darkness and the darkness sustains the light. I mean if there was no darkness how would we ever know it was light? with what would we compare it with, (keeping in mind that Darkness is simply an abscence of light so we couldn't classify the various shades of light without Darkness existing because well without Darkness they wouldn't exist would they... i mean the word Shade itself means:
shade n. Light diminished in intensity as a result of the interception of the rays; partial darkness.
See, Partial Darkness...) Light just wouldn't be light anymore.It would be a monotoned something without name....hmm I'm getting the vague feeling that I've taken this particular metaphor too far.
Now where was I? Nope think thats it.If anyone actually reads this I'd really appreciate your feedback...hell, feel free to blatantly disagree,whatever jus leav a message


Oh yeah mushy stuff:
There's this girl called Sandra* thatI like , She is like the cutest smartest most indie thing.
Seeing as I cant physically open my mouth around her without saying something stuipid, i would like to take this moment to say," Sandra*, you may never read this but...Aww shucks...I admire the hell out of you and I'm awful proud of you for being published and all and being so nice to me and quite honestly I've never had a thing for legs but i love the way you walk and um...I has writ you alittle poem : Sandra* ,from your limp brown hair to
your tennis shoe-d feet
I fancy you cuz you iz
pretty neat






*Not her real name just so you know...

*see above

*Well, you really oughta know this by now, Thats not her real name
her real name is _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ . There, now you know.

Sandra and The end of a really long year part 1

Well, this is it dudes. I've finally left school.







Graduation is tomorrow and although I can't say I'll miss this place (my school), it was an interesting time for me.Nothing like losing your sense of value and identity to really affirm your beliefs. No I won't get into that, not today.Today i want to tell you about Sandra who next to my most awesome friend Tatske, is one of the coolest girls who has ever lived.







The day i met Sandra i wasn't particularly taken with her, she glanced up briefly from her desk when i entered 1st period history, groggy eyed with limp moussy hair and i remember thinking that she looked a little like a goose.



I sat behind her that particular lesson and got to know her I suppose, we chatted easily enough , conversing quietly in German on the back of my history copy.She wrote very well, technically speaking.Her handwriting was slanted and elegant. We talked...or rather wrote about German about favorite authors ( I think hers was Alan Moore at the time.)





We then entered that phase of being amiable but not quite friends , which I ruined quite successfully by well, developing a slight obsession with her...though she probably just thought I was weird...which admittedly I am.

She stayed nice to me albeit from a reasonable distance.

She even invited me to this Artisans Group she goes to. All the people there were amazingly cool. There was Paul Hans- a large friendly and shy German guy, Avofie K.-perhaps mid late middle age, Lance-feminist and poet (but no not a lesbian), Sandra of course, Riley-her close friend and artsy kid in general...uber cool as well,Malachy- who was probably the wiseguy in his school days, and Oisín Ashcroft-who embodies all those things good about older men, sophistication an unhurried nature, and well probably that other thing as well but seeing as I don't know hm that well I won't go into that, anyways an altogether respectable man.

Artisan was cool, sort of like a writers group and occasionally sort of like a impromptu Jazz session. Different people would drop in from time to time and every once in a while we'd have these Gatherings with other Art-related groups. there'd be Music,Poetry reading, and readings of other kinds, and also more experimental stuff . One time someone even brought a ukulele.


more next time
p.S:

:P those who know say nothing