bastet126
"The light thru the forest"
44 year old woman
from
Lutherville,
Maryland
Looking for man for friendship
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floating in between light and dark
knowing it's not an up or down, right or left, right or wrong choice. rather the center of peace.
something deep within leaves me breathless, and yet, i never knew what is was...until now.
~intoxicating~
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don't let the past remind us of what we are not now. (csny - suite judy blue eyes)
i can't see nothing wrong with being friends cuz sometimes she let's me use the car. (robert palmer)
reach down your hand in your pocket, pull out some hope for me. (matchbox20)
if it ain't rough, it ain't fun.
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sharing some words from jon on the other side of the world, yet so close in ideals, thanks jon!
"growing up is optional, growing old is mandatory; never grow up or you grow old...every ending is a new beginning...friendship is a moment we choose to embrace or let us pass by.....either way...??. stay young,look for that opening door and cherish a good friend"
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okay, so i'm looking for friends, a social outlet, in this otherwise chaotic world. i think love and all that is nice, and i've had it, and probably will again some day, but right now, it's chill time for this chica.
i'm an open book and dancing thru the chapters with good friends is all i can ask for....for now. (to be continued)
knowing it's not an up or down, right or left, right or wrong choice. rather the center of peace.
something deep within leaves me breathless, and yet, i never knew what is was...until now.
~intoxicating~
***********
don't let the past remind us of what we are not now. (csny - suite judy blue eyes)
i can't see nothing wrong with being friends cuz sometimes she let's me use the car. (robert palmer)
reach down your hand in your pocket, pull out some hope for me. (matchbox20)
if it ain't rough, it ain't fun.
***********
__________________
sharing some words from jon on the other side of the world, yet so close in ideals, thanks jon!
"growing up is optional, growing old is mandatory; never grow up or you grow old...every ending is a new beginning...friendship is a moment we choose to embrace or let us pass by.....either way...??. stay young,look for that opening door and cherish a good friend"
__________________
okay, so i'm looking for friends, a social outlet, in this otherwise chaotic world. i think love and all that is nice, and i've had it, and probably will again some day, but right now, it's chill time for this chica.
i'm an open book and dancing thru the chapters with good friends is all i can ask for....for now. (to be continued)
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Written on 08/07/2009
YOU'VE BEEN NIBBLED ON!!!! Today is NIBBLE DAY, and baby u know you're sexy if you get NIBBLED! Go ahead & start NIBBLING. Send this 2 all your sexy friends, (even me) if you get 2 back, you're ugly, 3-4 o.k. 5-6 Damn, 7-8 WOW
Written on 07/09/2009
One can sit in a field of flowers and cannot help but notice one.
Every instant we look, the view of the flower changes slightly.
The angle of the sun, the wind, our position; all slightly change our view.
That special flower is alike so many others yet is special to us.
We need not know what make it special, only recognize that it attracts us.
We do not see the flower itself, only the light reflected from it.
It is the light which has been changed by the flower that is the only evidence we know.
The sum of all the views of the flower, as I once told Kat, define what we know.
Spirit is thought to be invisible.
Kat is that flower. Her spirit is what we see. Her spirit's light is beautiful indeed.
Every instant we look, the view of the flower changes slightly.
The angle of the sun, the wind, our position; all slightly change our view.
That special flower is alike so many others yet is special to us.
We need not know what make it special, only recognize that it attracts us.
We do not see the flower itself, only the light reflected from it.
It is the light which has been changed by the flower that is the only evidence we know.
The sum of all the views of the flower, as I once told Kat, define what we know.
Spirit is thought to be invisible.
Kat is that flower. Her spirit is what we see. Her spirit's light is beautiful indeed.
Written on 05/26/2009
Fortunately you have got
someone who relies on you
we started out as friends
but the thought of you just caves me in
the synptoms are so deep
it is much too late to turn away
we started out as friends...
Sign your name
across my heart
i want you to be my baby
Sign your name
across my heart
i want you to be my lady
Time i'm sure will bring
disappointments in so many things
it seems to be the way
when your gambling cards on love you play
i'd rather be in hell with you baby
than in cool heaven
it seems to be the way...
Birds never look into the sun
before the day is done
but oh the light shines brighter
on a peaceful day
stranger blue leave us alone
we don't want to deal with you
we'll shed our stains showering
in the room that makes the rain
All alone with you
makes the butterflies in me arise
slowly we make love
and the earth rotates
to our dictates
slowly we make love...
Written on 05/18/2009
Mistress Bastet is so enchantress with her powers
Her curse will be fall onto those who betrayed her
Her enemies will bleed till death to meet them
Her daughters sacrifice and Her sons prepare for war
They will deliver the souls of those who died by her curse
Her curse will be fall onto those who betrayed her
Her enemies will bleed till death to meet them
Her daughters sacrifice and Her sons prepare for war
They will deliver the souls of those who died by her curse
Written on 05/16/2009
Dearest Jimmy,
It's been brought to my attention that you have been busy crackin' corn. I would like to remind you once again that I really don't care.
-Emm
P.S. ...and Bingo was his name-o.
It's been brought to my attention that you have been busy crackin' corn. I would like to remind you once again that I really don't care.
-Emm
P.S. ...and Bingo was his name-o.
Written on 05/16/2009
One flew east, one flew west, one flew over the cuckoo's nest... Goose swoops down and plucks you out.
Written on 05/15/2009
"Time is the longest distance between two places."
-Tennessee Williams
"You know that funny, anxious feeling you get when you really have to go number one? You'll always be MY number one...
...Urine my heart!"
-Mahan Mahan
-Tennessee Williams
"You know that funny, anxious feeling you get when you really have to go number one? You'll always be MY number one...
...Urine my heart!"
-Mahan Mahan
Written on 05/07/2009
My eyes have seen you
My eyes have seen you
My eyes have seen you
Stand in your door
When we meet inside
Show me some more
Show me some more
Show me some more
My eyes have seen you
My eyes have seen you
My eyes have seen you
Turn and stare
Fix your hair
Move upstairs
Move upstairs
Move upstairs
My eyes have seen you
My eyes have seen you
My eyes have seen you
Free from disguise
Gazing on a city under
Television skies
Television skies
Television skies
My eyes have seen you
My eyes have seen you
Eyes have seen you
Let them photograph your soul
Memorize your alleys
On an endless roll
Endless roll
My eyes have seen you
My eyes have seen you
Stand in your door
When we meet inside
Show me some more
Show me some more
Show me some more
My eyes have seen you
My eyes have seen you
My eyes have seen you
Turn and stare
Fix your hair
Move upstairs
Move upstairs
Move upstairs
My eyes have seen you
My eyes have seen you
My eyes have seen you
Free from disguise
Gazing on a city under
Television skies
Television skies
Television skies
My eyes have seen you
My eyes have seen you
Eyes have seen you
Let them photograph your soul
Memorize your alleys
On an endless roll
Endless roll
Written on 09/16/2008
found upon the shore beached in imperfect perfection where soft words float westbound
Written on 08/18/2008
Does not write alot but quality over quanity is apparent. A creative style of poetry inspires me. Creative, humorous, witty, short, powerful one two punches, and just plain fun to read is the type of poetry I like to write most.
Thanks for your writes on the forum. Looking forward to more!
Thanks for your writes on the forum. Looking forward to more!
