All Hallows Eve

A night for frights and dark corners

for joy seekers and mourners

a night where all come out to play

and wish it'd last another day

A night to become someone you're not

A night that should never be forgot

a night for magic and mystic alike

a time for dark that gives in to light

time for laughter time for fun

time for the things that have just begun

delight that is forbidden most of the year

a time that shows there is nothing to fear

spooks and ghouls come out to say hello

but when the clock strikes 12 then they have to go.

goodnight Halloween I'll see you next year

great quotes

http://www.bspcn.com/2008/07/07/50-greatest-quotes-on-men/

found this article on a blog that i read, awesome stuff, some funny some inspiring

:)

head cold

being sick sucks, sitting at home with a stuffy nose, wanting to do things with friends or be productive, but you just can't

that lovely attractive hacking cough that causes people to back away terrified

oh lord

it's too much

go away cold

sell yourself

from my perpective, there are so many jobs that are more like prostitution than jobs. I mean prostitution is selling yourself, specifically your body and personality, but think about it, acting is prostitution. You're selling a product and that product is yourself. you are presenting yourself in a light that makes you wanted desired, so that you get the job. Serving is a small form of it too. You get tipped based on how well you do, but also your personality. it's almost strange. but we do it every single day, well I do. Oh well!

performing

stepping onto the stage becoming someone, something you aren't

exhilarating.

the momentum of your fellow actors, the audience even the lights, all contributing to whether it's a good show day or not.

make-up caked on the face, hair shellacked in place. you even look like a stranger, but this whole being is someone you know very well.

in fact that being has become your best friend because in some way for a few hours they live through you.

ingredients

step one, melt butter, melt hearts

step two, add two cups sugar, for extra sweet kisses

step three, throw in a pinch of salt, to cut the bitterness

step four, mix in flour, to create a strong recipe

step five, make sure all ingredients are combined, for a good bond

step six, bake, just until tender yet firm

serve and enjoy the love put in

still an animal

I slink into my messy bedroom. Clothes and furniture draped with items make the room look more like a forest floor than of a cheap apartments carpet. I see my boyfriend, my mate perhaps, still fast asleep in a heap on the raised bed. Blankets heaped around his body creating mini mountains around the entire bed. I tiptoe around the walls towards the bed, every move carefully planned out, as to not disturb the slumbering prey. It's something of a game testing how far, how close, how daring i can get without a single move from the boyfriend. I know I can do it. I've pounced this sleeper before. Luckily I've got a heavy drowser here allowing me to make all necessary movement patterns before crouching down to finally jump onto the unsuspecting victim. The time is ripe. If i don't act now my chance will be blown. I bend my knees to get into the prime position. Gather my energy and hop onto the bed startling my victim and completing my mission.

small transformation

interesting how the things that you do to your body create small transformations in more ways than one. something as small as painting your nails, to something as big as plastic surgery.

changing my hair from blonde to red, people look at me differently, see me as a different person, make decisions about my personality. red equals fiesty, blonde equals ditzy, brown equals plain. who knows. when people find out about my tattoo's their image is automatically altered. I become more rebellious, wild, even sexy or less desirable. depends on the viewpoint. and if i get plastic surgery am i vain, or practical about how i view myself. every little thing makes me carry myself differently, look at myself differently in the mirror. Like the image itself changes me. where for a split second i'm not looking at myself. strange small transformation.

secrets

how many are really meant to be kept

if you leave them alone inside of you, they could destroy everything you have and are

sometimes, i listen to or watch sad songs and movies so i can temporarily break my heart. it feels better to cry and let out the excess emotion rather than bottle it up and release it onto the person i care most about.

i wish that i had more motivation and inspiration to write my short story collection, it kills me that i feel unable to do something i adore and it kills me more to know i'm not trying hard enough.

i have opinions about the people i love that i keep inside because i'm terrified that if i tell the whole truth i'll be abandoned like in the past.

i am so desperate for permanent connections with people, but in the back of my mind i feel unworthy of them.

i've pushed away the people who care about me most just to make sure that pretty much no matter what i do, they aren't leaving.

i want to lose weight but eating makes me feel better in that second.

i sometimes wonder if i'm so anxious, desperate and resistant to finding/starting a family because i've never really felt the sense of family that most people have. it's an alien concept to me.

i show myself as so confident, but it's just a way to make me feel better about myself on a daily basis.

i love him, more than i know how to describe, and sometimes i worry that someday it'll fade, and i can't stand the thought of being without him

those are some of my own secrets, i suppose they aren't so secret anymore

royal slippers

http://www.eastoftheweb.com/short-stories/UBooks/TwelDanc.shtml

this story has a special place with me

the sun pokes through

the sun pokes through the clouds and fog, and sends its warmth to drift through the air. beautiful pure light that creeps around myface

it brings a sweet smile that lingers around the muscles of my mouth,

beautiful

the rain

the rain is rebirth

the sweet smell of freshly dropped water.

the slick wet concrete striped with oil from the many cars driving the street in the summer.

it's the mark of fall, of winter in SoCal.

it's a relief to be at least temporarily free from the sometimes unbearable heat.

i love to just look out the window and see the droplets splash and bound off the window.

it's refreshing to stand in the natural shower and feel the water against my face, clothes and hair.

when it's rainy it's a time for good rented movies, delivery food, and hot tea or chocolate.

it's a time to be indoors and warm and enjoy ice cream to get that chilly feeling on the inside.

the rain lights up my soul though it darkens the sky.

love, kissing in the rain.

i can't wait to do it.

inspiring

this poem has parts based on one of my favorite greek myths, the selene endymion myth.

oh the love

http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/19377

charcoal grey

there's a color that strikes everyone

a color that they always want to see, wear, a color that you're drawn to

that color for me is grey, specifically charcoal grey

it's not even that the color looks that great on me, but there's something about the stormy tranquility of it.

it's such a solid color, but it has so much emotion attached to it, in some unknown way

i love it

i would always like to have it on me,

there was a time when that's the only color i wanted to buy

what is that color for you?

good poem

http://www.poetscorner.org/pearls5.htm

i found this poem on a site of new poets

the passion is beautiful

one line poem

I press my nose into his shirt and grab on tight to his hair, the smell of cigarettes and axe, i know I'm home.

finding forest

the smell of untainted air that lingers on your clothes after you've left. huge ancient spirits hovering over you, dropping their skin and leaves onto the floor and your shoulders. The bits of sun that creep through the gaps in branches and caress your face with gentle light. the Golds, chartreuse, evergreen, sepia, richness of all of the natural colors and subtleties nearly impossible to recreate. invigorating rush running through the crunching leaves and inhaling nature. You feel like a wood sprite. Wishing to live in the flowers, to wrap the petals around your body like a sleeping bad at night. going into the city is practically devastating after showering in the sweet natural setting.

stone tiara

What does a fairy wear? What does a Goddess wear? An elemental crown welded together with magic. Moonstone for psychic powers, youth and protection. Agate for strength, courage, and healing. Tiger eye for confidence and energy. Peridot for tranquility. Amethyst for love, spirituality, and healing dreams to send on the waves of the wind. Jasper for that celestial grace. Opal for constant beauty. Quartz Crystal for power. Amber for a hint of luck. Carnelian to provide grounding energy, peace, eloquence, and sexuality. Coral to provide ancient wisdom. Smoky Quartz to remove negative emotions. Onyx to defend. All of these wrapped up with copper and silver binding them with energy direction, healing, love, invocation, dreams, travel and protection. The combined energies and properties of these create a symbol, an embodiment of all that a spiritual being is and should be. Can you be?

La Llorona

Her eyes were filled with a sadness that is indescribable. She never thought that she would come to the point of no return and live to regret that last decision. Her children, surrounded by a peaceful watery plain. Their grave, their resting place, their deathbed all in one. And it was her, their mother that put them there. A beautiful woman, with long jet black hair that caressed her waist and swished as she walked. Her navy blue eyes invading the soul of anyone she met, analyzing and deciding their worth. Though they would say otherwise, she loved her children with all of her heart. She worshipped their sweet innocence and the distinct personalities that shined through each of the three of them. But she wanted to give them more than what she had. As a widow with few practical skills, La Llorona struggled monthly, weekly, daily to keep herself and her children fed, clothed and housed. Her oldest a twelve year old girl often asked when they would eat a real meal instead of half spoiled fruit and vegetables given to them by a sweet old man who ran a market by where they lived. She would always respond, soon love, soon. La Llorona decided that enough was enough and she would find someway to get a better life for herself and her children no matter what it took, so she joined a website with rich men looking for beautiful women to pamper and take care of. She also looked for a job, but he lack of education and skills made it beyond difficult to get hired anywhere. After posting her picture on the sugar daddy website she immediately got messages from men all over the world asking her to fly over to them, their treat of course, have dinner, go out, go shopping, everything imaginable for a luxury life. It was all superficial but La Llorona knew that was basically what she needed. She chatted with a few of the men and went out on a date or two in her area, but she wasn't inspired enough by what they were providing to continue the relationship. Then a man with the screen name SnakeCharmer31 emailed her. He was attractive, sweet, and genuinely interested in ending her difficulties, or that's how it seemed. SnakeCharmer31 set La Llorona up with a three bedroom flat in the same neighborhood he lived in. There was a good school district there and he could be available whenever she needed him. SnakeCharmer31 seduced La Llorona with beautiful dresses and fancy events, he used every bit of his power over her to get what he wanted. He gave her everything she needed, and in return she was doting and sexy and never complained. But one night when La Llorona was supposed to go to a gala, her youngest boy became violently ill. He was only three and she was worried, so she called SnakeCharmer31 and told him that she would not make it to the event and that she was sorry. He spoke with her shortly, it was clear that he was livid that she would not be by his side to make him look good and do his bidding. She had no other choice she pleaded, but SnakeCharmer31 did not see it that way. He went to the event and did as he had always done before he had taken La Llorona under his scales, but his displeasure at her disobedience had tainted whatever twisted feelings he had had for her. After the gala SnakeCharmer31 showed up at La Llorona's flat unannounced and demanded to speak to her. He informed her that if she wished to continue living in the manner that she had become accustomed the children would have to become a non- issue. She begged that he not take her out of his favor, and that her children were normally very healthy, but he was not to be swayed. SnakeCharmer31 gave La Llorona a three day deadline, "take care of them or I will no longer take care of you." Distraught, La Llorona began to think irrationally. She woke up her three children and fed them each sleeping pills, telling them it would keep them from getting sick. She carried them one by one into her Lexus sedan and drove to the LA river. She started with the youngest, sobbing the entire time and threw him in the river. The middle boy came next her face red with the acid of her pain she dropped him in too. Finally was her girl. Her pride and joy, the embodiment of all of the love that La Llorona possessed. The little girls rosebud mouth was a hot pink from a mini makeover her mother had given her that night. La Llorona's tears glistened on her only daughters face. She could not take it any longer, and finally realized that living without her children made life unbearable, so she cradled her beautiful daughter and jumped into the stormy angry river with a cry. She was born to cry and died to cry forever.