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Post by wistfuldragon on Dec 7, 2007 17:03:18 GMT -6
 Not sure I am good at this but I'll give it a go... For many a dream is just that and nothing more...but in the last year my life has switched directions...toward the realization of my dreams...and let me tell you...tis not an easy thing to get going... No silver spoon in this mouth EVER..I have worked hard all my life even to the point of many injuries...surgeries and illness...but I have rarely spent wasted time complaining about it...hell no...I couldn't do that and be proud of the person I have become... Besides we can never change even a single thing in life as it would would bring ruination to all else...The price for the change of a single event is far too much for one like me to pay...so I figure all the bad...ugly and indifferent has lead me down a path I needed to walk...meeting souls along the way that I didn't even know I was missing until the knowing of them taught me that... I have been forced to be someone I was never meant to be but the power of the family influence is great...brainwashing me to believe I had no chance to be anything other than what they thought I had to be...what a rude shock it has been for all of us to be blasted in the face by the true me...I have wept over the changes...not easy to fight those you love over self growth and realizations...even worse is waking up not knowing a damned thing about yourself save for what you were told... The first time I went into the store to furnish my place...I didn't know what I liked...what I wanted...the colours...the shades...the style...OMG...what a day that was...walking around a store like an idiot...child fumbling with adulthood...and wanting to run for the nearest exit...embarressed and depressed over the complete lack of self knowledge...again OMG... I was so scared...so unsure how I could pull it off...this self awakening was killing me inside...tears fell from my eyes right there in the middle of a damned furniture store...giving me wings to fly out the store...still haven't gone back to that one...yet I have been to others without a repeat in behavior...thanks the powers that be for that... Feeling old and young all wrapped up inside me...so worldly yet so naive...so lost in the feeling of stupidity... Who the hell was I anyway now that I was away from all those who told me who to be...freaked out... But after this last year of self searching...I am learing...still...yet I still make the mistake of picking out something...for dinner...or furniture...movies...music...you get the pic...that was someone else's choice not mine...not my pleasure...not my likes...not my needs or wants...yet those times are more rare now then at first... The strangle hold on my mind...body...soul and heart has gone leaving only ghostly memories...it's so raw...still hurts...makes me cringe when revisited... So strange to know such a small part of this person I've been for all my life...a stranger in my own skin...wow...yeppers can't wait till the security comes with the knowledge...making myself a friend to this woman I becoming...OMG I hope... With good friends that have become family I have found the strength to keep keeping on...to yearn for it...lust after it...love what I can about it...though I'd be the first to admit I can be such a pain the ass...I am learning...doing not trying... In short this blog could become very long indeed as I have these moments of understanding and acceptance... *Sorry folks if this seems over the top but it is a truth I need to write out if only for myself...at least these ramblings have a deeper meaning to them than most of the ones I've done...thank you for your patience...if not your understanding...thank you!*
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Post by anirbas on Dec 7, 2007 21:14:04 GMT -6
Isn't it ironic? We have to grow older to learn we are our own best friend? And just when we start getting our heads, hearts and minds, in the right place... Our god damned bodies betray us and start falling apart? I mean, what's up with that? ? That's just wrong...That's just backwards...And tells me for sure, God, the Universe, the Powers That Be and Are, definitely have a sense of humor, even if warped... Hugs and moocheese to you, Mish...Wish I had more time to dish and throw poeming at the computer screen like hash...But, I've got to dash and pick up mini-me...Who seems smarter than us both...She's madly in love with herself... lol... |
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Post by wistfuldragon on Dec 8, 2007 3:57:06 GMT -6
Then dear soul sibling she is all the more smarter than us...lol...lol...
Thank you for the read and support dear friend...truly...
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Post by DavidMc on Dec 10, 2007 5:48:32 GMT -6
Write on Mish  David |
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Post by wistfuldragon on Dec 11, 2007 1:22:25 GMT -6
Yes will do good Sir...soon as I've the time...thanks David...
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Post by anirbas on Dec 12, 2007 8:30:29 GMT -6
Then dear soul sibling she is all the more smarter than us...lol...lol... Thank you for the read and support dear friend...truly... Well, hopefully so...But, I think she's just really, really stuck on herself...LOL...Which judging from her two female cousins, that's just the way teenaged girls roll these days...All three walk around with digital cameras constantly snapping pictures of themselves...It's so hehehelarious to me seeing them do that... Part of me cracks up laughing and the other part wants to tell them they are three of the vainest creatures I think I've ever seen... Ah, well...Kids these days, a whole different breed... |
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Post by wistfuldragon on Dec 12, 2007 15:51:18 GMT -6
I am torn on this topic...because in one hand it makes me laugh that they want to take pics of themselves so much...so seems just s you said...vain...but then I think on my childhood and all the self doubt I lived with...so that it makes me think that it is a good thing...they have a good level of self esteem and knowledge...
Jaz does the same thing and she is 19...and I have found that when she takes a good (though at times her mom feels a bit too sexy) pic she feels better and continues improving her appearance...which I like...love really...I want her to be more secure in who she is than her mom was at the same age...
So I am torn...between thinking them all a wee bit too vain and them as confident...secure young women...lol...
hugs seestor as we watch them grow and wonder how we'll survive it...lol... ;D
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Post by wistfuldragon on Dec 14, 2007 21:55:53 GMT -6
Again I find myself confronting things in the past I am not sure I am ready to deal with...broken hearts...broken trusts...broken self awareness...yes pretty heavy shit...and leaving me with memories tangible enough to weigh me down...
It was my fault when it comes down to it...I gave them power they would not have had other wise...I trusted them with pieces of my heart in friendship...in love even (or so I believed it was but have since started to doubt it)...some of the ones I let in were in truth there to be just what they said...friends...or better family of the soul...kindred...but those others whom I did once believe were like the true ones...were indeed only there to play games on the unsuspecting trusting fools like me...
I am not sure if they changed me or if I just grew in some form which lent itself to seeing what was really before my eyes...
I probably should delete this...or maybe shouldn't have started it to begin with but somethings just will not stay contained within me...
I think what hurts the most is that for whatever reason I let the whole thing make me doubt the one thing I love doing more than anything save being a mom...I let it take away my ability to write...take away my home away from home...create this loathing that I am still dealing with...
Anyway...I had to get it off my chest...though I think it will take a bit more working through (as they say) before it is gone for good...sorry if I am out of line in anyway...
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Post by wistfuldragon on Dec 15, 2007 17:15:51 GMT -6
Idiot posting...
I really must learn to copy my work or else face more of what I found today at the archives at Bnet...lost work...ugh...
That was a lot of work to lose...but I haven't given up trying to find it yet...just have to recover from the headache the search gave me today...then I'll go back and try a different route to finding the threads lost as of today...oh well...life goes on...lol...
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Post by glenn on Dec 16, 2007 14:40:49 GMT -6
Idiot posting... I really must learn to copy my work or else face more of what I found today at the archives at Bnet...lost work...ugh... That was a lot of work to lose...but I haven't given up trying to find it yet...just have to recover from the headache the search gave me today...then I'll go back and try a different route to finding the threads lost as of today...oh well...life goes on...lol... I just tried looking through the Bnet archives for my old posts, and I found the same thing as you. All but five of my threads have vanished, and one of those five threads is a blank with nothing in it. I usually save a copy of everything I post, most of it ending up in the draft folder of my e-mail account. But I have a feeling I must have lost a few, too. I tried searching a couple of different ways, too, but found nothing more than what showed the first time. Don't know what to suggest. Maybe an e-mail to Bnet community staff might help you to find your poems. Perhaps those poems can be recovered by them. g. |
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Post by wistfuldragon on Dec 17, 2007 2:33:55 GMT -6
sorry you are one of us glenn...poets with lost work thrown in someone's trach bin...and thanks for the suggestion...will try that...
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Post by wistfuldragon on Dec 17, 2007 13:44:46 GMT -6
Off the topic of late:
The family decorated their place this past weekend and it looks great...cheerful and joyous...add to that we had our first snow of the season and it really is starting to feel like xmas is around the corner...yet all I can think about it going down to southern Cali' to pick up the kids...they are coming for roughly 10 days...I can't help but think about them everyday as it draws nearer to me picking them up...lovely bundles of teenage energy...OMG...I love them...
Strange that I have lived most of my life as someone's daughter...caretaker...mother...wife...sister...friend...without so much as a thought about what I am without being all those things...what I am unto myself...who I am to me...
Strange because I have some dear friends that seem to have always known what they were unto themselves while maintaining who they were to others in their lives...awareness of self...confidance of self...not having their image of self tied into what they mean to others in life...
It wasn't until the last 2 1/2 years that I have had to face the fact that without everyone else I am someone unto myself...I am only now really understanding what it means to be secure in self without basing self importance on who needed most...and yet I find this time of the year I react as I always have..."Oh goody you need me...want me...I'll be there in a heartbeat...yeah I am important!"...yeppers that is the way of me...
I love it when I am needed...makes me happy...though the difference is that I found I am needed by myself...I need myself to fulfill my dreams and desires in life...and through me my family needs the same...also I found that while I couldn't believe in myself they were believing in me...needing me to believe in myself for all of us to benefit from the outcome of it...
When I told everyone that I was building my company one way or another...they rejoiced...happy that I had gotten the clue...they were proud of me...saying stuff like..."It's about time!"...and..."We knew you could do it!"...funny how they saw it before I did...but then again they weren't blind to it because of events in their lives...nor were they filled with self doubt and loathing...
Anyway...my point is simple although late...I am thankful for their belief in me...and I thankful that I was given the this time to learn about myself...so I can become a better person for myself and my family and friends...getting off my ass and building this new life has been wonderful...taxing and bothersome at times but very much worth all the trials...
Sorry to anyone who reads this and knows I have repeated myself in this blog...but sometimes you have to hear it more than once to be sure that is what you heard...lol...talking to myself in this...and to my family who reads it...lol...they know how stubborn I am...hard headed bull of a creature...lol...thanks to all for their patience and understanding through out this....
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Post by anirbas on Dec 17, 2007 22:09:48 GMT -6
"Strange that I have lived most of my life as someone's daughter...caretaker...mother...wife...sister...friend...without so much as a thought about what I am without being all those things...what I am unto myself...who I am to me..."
In my estimation, you just gave the definition of what it is, to be born a woman...
We are always someone's daughter, caretaker, mother, wife, sister or friend
when the chips are down...Or some, of all of the above...We are born hardwired
to be selfless...To nurture others instead of nurturing ourselves...To put others
needs, as in children, men, etc...before our own needs and dreams...
But, judging from witnessing others go through passages in their lives before me...
It seems, in our late thirties and/or into our forties...Many of us start thinking about,
what we want out of life, beyond being someone's daughter, caretaker, mother, wife,
sister, friend...
Not to down the other species...ggglgggl...But, men seem to be born hardwired to think of what they want, what's best for them and planning how to get it, the faster, the better...Perhaps, why they make such great pursuers of our species?
t-hehehehehehehehehe...
Thrilled to know, the business plans are proceeding...Perhaps, once you open,
I'll apply for a position...Court jester, perhaps? ggglgggl...
Proud of you and Sharon for continuing your blogs...As you know, I had one and then deleted it...Had one of those feminine moments of insecurity and self-loathing or some such...
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Post by anirbas on Dec 17, 2007 23:18:31 GMT -6
Oh, my stars, Mishie...
You should have seen the gaff, this woman made this morning...
Woke up with the temps in the mid-to-upper twenties in Nirland...
Same as yesterday morning...And realizing, I needed it, when Mozzy and I, left our warm cave, I took a pitcher of water downstairs to throw on the windshield of our fearless chariot...
Good that I planned ahead...As, of course, frost covered the windshield, side windows and back glass, same as yesterday...
Dashed the water on the windshield, jumped in the truck started it up, let it warm up, as she's a cantankerous bitch beast, and isn't happy about running with a cold engine...
Warming up point was reached, the motor idled down, and out of the apartment parking lot, mini-me and I went...But, by the time, I turned out of the parking lot, the water I'd thrown on the windshield, had started freezing...
So, bright little old me, hits the "waterdogs" and sprays the windshield with more water...And suddenly, the world disappeared, behind a sheet of ice...And the truck wasn't warm enough yet, for the de-froster option to be of any use...I drove, several streets, by feel...I wanted to pull over and scrape at the mess with a piece of plastic...In my case, a grocery store discount card...LOL...But, the roads were one lane roads and a car was right up on my back bumper and I hadn't anywhere to pull over...
I was laughing at my gaff and bitching at myself at the same time...And Moz had no idea why I was so upset...She keep saying, "I can see..." I tried to tell her, seeing through an icy haze from the passenger side was far different, than it blinding you, from the driver's side...I was nervous as a cat on a hot tin roof, driving like that, til the de-froster kicked in and went to heating the mess off the windshield...
I felt like such a fool...Not many things I miss about my former life...I've come up with three, so far...The washing machine, the clothes dryer and time to write in the middle of the night...Now, make that four...I miss that dratted garage, I used to park my truck in and never had to deal with ice on my windshield as a result, on freeze mornings...LOL...But, I don't miss another dratted thing...
Anyways, my two shots of tekillya are making me way sleepy...
So, off to the Land of Nodz goes I...And if the boogie man invades my dreamspace tonight, I'm going to lop his flipping head off...Or rip his throat out with my teeth...And then, pen a dark poem about, how to rip out the throat of the boogie man with your very own teeth...ggglggglgggl...
Man, it's hard taking care of yourself...Especially when you do stupid stuff like I did this morning...But, oh so worth it, this sense of freedom and peace of mind...Thankfully, someone, God, the spirit children, someone was looking out for Ivy and me this morning...And I managed to drive blind as a bat, by feel...
Soooo funny...I felt like such an idiot...Live and learn, though...
Shutting up...A bit fuzzy and rambling and all that rot...
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Post by wistfuldragon on Dec 18, 2007 2:02:52 GMT -6
Sweet Haven dear sister you've got me in pains from laughing so hard...nevermind that I'll not be able to cry for the next two weeks as I lost all those tears to you caused by the giggle fit I was thrown into...I ADORE YOU!
Besides dear one...been there done that...sounds like a good and smart idea until it isn't...lol...I know and admit that I myself have done the same...
I can't reply anymore...still laughing so hard I am going to wake all the sleepers in the house if I don't stop...or kill myself from lack of air from the pillow covering my face...
Hugs and love with smooches for you both...
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Post by anirbas on Dec 18, 2007 9:34:07 GMT -6
I had a feeling you'd get a kick out of that Perils in Nirland story...And being a woman, might even have a been there, done that kind of empathy...Men, would never make a gaff like that...
Tickled pink to have tickled your ribs with my story of driving blind...Little bit warmer in cattle country this morning...No ice on the windshield...Just blithering c-c-c-c-c-cold...I'm whining when they have it so much worse up north and in Oklahoma...Heard on the news this morning, many in that state, are still without power...Been running on generators and running out of money to keep those going, now...What a mess! So thankful, it missed
Texas and all we got out of it was thick fog and cold rains...
Adoration, hugs and moocheese backatcha...But, I'm not giving Ivy any kisses or hugs from you...She was being a bratchild this morning...She can do without...ggglgggl...
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Post by wistfuldragon on Dec 18, 2007 11:53:26 GMT -6
***But, I'm not giving Ivy any kisses or hugs from you...She was being a bratchild this morning...She can do without...ggglgggl...***Sabrina...
Ok lovelet...but when she gets over it then throw my hugs and kisses at her...giggle...when you think she deserves it...giggle...I love it because it sounds like me about the kids...hehehehehe
***I had a feeling you'd get a kick out of that Perils in Nirland story...And being a woman, might even have a been there, done that kind of empathy...Men, would never make a gaff like that...***Sabrina...
Yeah well I know some men who have done the same thing but would never admit it...ever...something against the male code of actions or something...lol...lol...but they have done it...
***Tickled pink to have tickled your ribs with my story of driving blind...Little bit warmer in cattle country this morning...No ice on the windshield...Just blithering c-c-c-c-c-cold...I'm whining when they have it so much worse up north and in Oklahoma...Heard on the news this morning, many in that state, are still without power...Been running on generators and running out of money to keep those going, now...What a mess! So thankful, it missed
Texas and all we got out of it was thick fog and cold rains...***Sabrina...
We had our first snow of the season about a week ago and the storm is moving in as we speak...we are supposed to get more snow this round...can't wait...love snow...but down here it doesn't last as long as on the mountain...it gets to warm and then it melts off in a day or so...but then again it's been colder than normal lately so it may stay longer...and yes I feel bad for those suffering in O.K. and the rest...seems like every winter at least one state goes through something like that...as if they were caught unprepared...but that's just my take on it...
And mostly dear sis...I was giggling over the effect the tekillya seemed to be having on you and the story of you using a child's med spoon for a shot glass...omg giggle...giggle...snort fest...but it was so damned cute...and I did need to laugh so much...so much...yeah...I needed that...
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Post by wistfuldragon on Dec 18, 2007 12:10:27 GMT -6
***Thrilled to know, the business plans are proceeding...Perhaps, once you open,
I'll apply for a position...Court jester, perhaps? ggglgggl...***Sabrina...
You could have any position you want...save for owner...that's my job...hehehehe...but I was hoping you'd be one of the writers I featured in the books at the store and online...with a better profit margin than most publishers would give...hehehehhe...all the better for the writers...thats what I want...
And if it all goes well...I just might have a plane for you to borrow even with it's own pilot...hehehehehehe...
The thing is...I didn't know how much work it would be...really...I just didn't know how much...it's strange when I built the catering business it wasn't as hard as this...I just had to remodel the kitchen at my house...buy the materials for the business and beat the streets for jobs...but then again I was younger with more energy and had help from my close ones...of course I didn't have to build a building to house it nor did I have to start from scratch with every little thing...so yeah...harder and taking longer than thought...but worth it...or it will be...
And I need to add...I do have help here...from my sister and her dude...plus the kids...Jaz is taking a bunch of classes aimed at helping me run it...I bet when she gets home to stay after this year of school she is going to want an office all her own...lol...and she just might get one depending on how good she is at her job...hehehehehe...
Anyway enough rambling about the business...just wanted you to know you've an in...no matter what...
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Post by wistfuldragon on Dec 18, 2007 12:21:37 GMT -6
;D
I was going to tell you something you helped inspire...
I am (already designed it) putting in the stone walk to the front doors a sceene of two dragons flying together...one of black night and the other purple...have to set the mood before the customers even get in the doors...so I thought what better way than to let them see the dragons flitting about...playing tag...
Okay...done for now on the shop and store...or I will end up boring everyone who reads this...giggle...giggle...
Just whated to tell you...thanks for musing me into better things for this life of mine...
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Post by anirbas on Dec 18, 2007 14:40:32 GMT -6
Oh, Mishie...I love that...I love that...And am honored to have helped with the inspirationing...
You have to take a picture, when it's done, so I can see it...Two dracs playing air tag...
Better put some silver shading on the back of mine...ggglggglgggl...
In and out, today...Doing laundry, cleaning the apartment and cursing a blue streak, trying to get this dratted red soda stain, out of Mosquito's bedroom carpet...Little rascal spilled Big Red in her room after sneaking a can in there, AFTER I told her to keep her beverages, except for water in the kitchen or dining room...Instead of telling me, when it happened, and I might could have gotten it up...She waited for weeks...Threw a red shirt over it...And when I discovered it, tried to tell me..."Oh, my god...My red shirt stained the floor...How'd that happen?"
Well, mom wasn't born yesterday...It was the day before...LOL...I knew exactly what it was...Been trying for two days to get the stain out...Possible apartment inspection on Wednesday...If I can't get it out, today...I'm going to have to waste money to buy an area rug to cover it...ARGH! DOUBLE ARGH! DOUBLED DRATTED ARGH!
I'm so mad, not that she disobeyed me...Kids do these things...Just that she didn't tell me, when it happened, and I might have been able to do something with it...NOTHING stains like red soda once it's set...And of course, it couldn't have been a little spot...No, it's a dried puddle of red, about 12" by 6"...ARGH! DOUBLE ARGH! DOUBLE DRATTED ARGH!!!!!
Hope you and the entire crew, are having terrific Tuesdaying...As for me, I'm playing laundress and carpet cleaner and cursing like a sailor...
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Post by wistfuldragon on Dec 19, 2007 14:29:29 GMT -6
I will take a pic...when they finish it...or I do because I hate the way some people do things...
And yeah I hate that when kids do stuff like that...
I'll see you rounding the bend...playing round on the boards today...in a mood...
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Post by anirbas on Dec 19, 2007 14:45:03 GMT -6
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Post by wistfuldragon on Dec 20, 2007 13:44:00 GMT -6
A smile and a wink brings to mind a thousand words left unspoken yet heard...
Good day and night to you and mini-sweets...waes hael...aye...and...bon chance...
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Post by wistfuldragon on Dec 20, 2007 13:59:40 GMT -6
I would like to share a tale that has been floating in my head for the last few days, I hope it is okay.
Part one
Once not so long ago in a land not so far away
There lived those who would become friends
As well they would find in each other love
Of this a family would be born then time would shatter
We have our enchanting fair eyed Lady Elf
Our reluctant giant of a Knight
The merry prankster of magic
And she who was of two made one
First I would introduce our Lady Elf Celest for she was fair of colouring as well in nature. Born to be crowned and yet would never be. Celest walked among the common so as to make friends, striving to fit in a life unsuited to her. The world can be cruel to those with beauty and those without.Love can be as cruel for an Elf who falls in love with a man.
Sir William of the Sword wanted none of the fighting he was trained for, family influence not enough to keep him to his shield. He would make of his life no matter the cost what he deemed fit. However some habits can not DIE they become inherent in oneself for the whole of time. He would find himself in a battle where there could be no victory for either side.
Pileran faithful servant of magic seemed destined only to use his magic for pranks. He believed in the rue nature of his gift but could not take it seriously. He wanted everything including immortal breath. Sadly there would come a time our merry Pileran would stop laughing as he faced a choice he was unable to make.
Forgive me if I stumble in the telling of HER for she was very dear to me. She was cursed young to spend her life split in two. One half the great Dark Dragon with glimmering multi hued scales, lavender eyes with a hint of red and a flair for drama. The other half an exotic breath taking Lady of the dark. Mind you I do not mean in any sense Dark as in evil please keep that in mind for the telling. She was of dark hair, bronzed skin that had a shine all it's own. The only things that did not change as her form did were the eyes of lavender with the hint of red and her flair for drama. She commanded and many followed, I was one who whole heartedly followed. Blessed she would become briefly as some one found he could love her for all she was.
I shall set the scene for their first meeting.
In a field of blinding white snow surrounded by trees stood a single piler of stone crafted long ago by those gone ahead. As if riding the power of the four winds they each would come out of the forest to rest weary eyes and hearts upon the stone. None at first took notice of the others as they saw the pillar as a sign of hope. From four directions came four very different beings to their shared destiny.
*Think better of me father*
Should a son as he beg
Did he not stay
Did he not defend
Was it not he who understood
Greater than he was his brother
His father would not let him know better
Still despite the hateful words
Loved, respected that brother was
Relief says I that the brothers eyes died
So he was unable to see the fire and madness
That engulfed their father
Saved was he by such a small one
Rolled off the flames to the floor
Batted at until the fire died upon his clothes
Yes say I that the brother could not see
The father consumed in fire as he ran to death's embrace
Madness dead so he may heal wounds so deep
A smile did we see upon his face
When the returned King was crowned
To his left stood a Lady Fair
Could be there he will find his proper home
Then to our rejoice know his greatness at last
The story continues
Lady Dark was the first to step away from the stone, she saw the three she now knew herself bound to. Birthed deep inside her a feeling grew to overpower the loneliness of a cursed being. Watching as each of them withdrew from their enrapture to become aware in turn of the others. Through her lavender eyes she saw their beauty, strength, weakness and desires. Visions of time passing, of the four changing forced their way into her but that foreknowledge changed nothing. She needed them as they would come to need her.
Celest was enthralled by the three before her, magic sang to her on the breeze as if to say it was meant to be. A lifetime filled with longing for such as this now held firming in her hands she would make them hers, keep them hers. Two men and one woman stood in front of her, not knowing their names made little difference for she knew them as friends of her soul.
I will return later as I am being called away, some take to duty with honor some with disdain, I am of mixed feeling on the subject.
Sir William upon seeing the others placed hand on hilt before a single thought was thought. When he saw our Lady Elf he forgot himself completely. Lost in the Fair hair trailing to waist, the eyes of emerald green and the slightness of frame. His hand joined with arm gave up the hilt to lay across his midden to form a proper bow. His eyes never leaving her he took little notice to Pileran or Lady Dark. Celest would he knew in his heart fill him with all that is never hate.
Pileran saw Sir William first then Celest came into view he thought them together by their actions. A sight they were for him to jest with, a huge tower of a man and his Lady of timeless beauty. No this is a tale to tell he thought. It was the movement from his right that made him start, unaware of anyone else there. It was her eyes that drew him into her. A strange blend of light colouring in such darkness, the contrast made her unforgettable. A stillness of heart came to him as he wondered what she was and how she came to be here with him.
***works in progress***
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Post by wistfuldragon on Dec 20, 2007 14:18:07 GMT -6
Misharae
7/30/2004 9:30 PM 83 out of 156
My Elf Princeling walks among mortals
Giving of himself aid to those who need
Befriending all who are true
He of woodland colours...engaging smile...wise eyes
Carries in form a knowing
In magic and myth he bathes
Not all who come to him understand
Of what he is nor of his gifts
By nature given
I was aware at once of my need of him
For it filled me with wretched ache
My Elf who knows my heart
To which he speaks oft
Misharae
7/25/2005 1:57 AM 141 out of 156
nearly a year since a post has been placed in this thread...so here I lay a word or two...
No Elf
No Man
No Dwarf
Could have fought braver
than those who fought
for right...
Defeated evil fell
as did its gates
Glory in deed came to them
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Post by anirbas on Dec 26, 2007 18:53:54 GMT -6
"And mostly dear sis...I was giggling over the effect the tekillya seemed to be having on you and the story of you using a child's med spoon for a shot glass...omg giggle...giggle...snort fest...but it was so damned cute...and I did need to laugh so much...so much...yeah...I needed that..."
*"Necessity is the mother of invention" as the saying goes...Actually, the itty bitty med cup worked pretty well...Just made the tequila taste like plastic flavored tekillya...If you think I'm cute when I'm fuzzy "in print"...You ought to see me, in person, when I'm fuzzy...ggglgggl...Don't drink much these days, so, it takes very little to get me silly, sillier, silliest...
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Post by anirbas on Dec 26, 2007 19:00:59 GMT -6
"You could have any position you want...save for owner...that's my job...hehehehe...but I was hoping you'd be one of the writers I featured in the books at the store and online...with a better profit margin than most publishers would give...hehehehhe...all the better for the writers...thats what I want..." *As long as I don't have to do any flatbacking as part of my job description...ggglgggl... Really thrilled for you and your plans...Good and great it sounds as though you have Jaz and the entire fam clan backing you... *Would be honored to have anything I've written featured in your place of business... *Question: Why aren't you putting your fantasitical storying on the F&F board, missy? ? *Okie dokie, Nosey Nelly is outta here... |
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Post by wistfuldragon on Dec 28, 2007 14:17:39 GMT -6
stil needs work and found I am missing sections from bnet of this one as well...will have to rewrite to repost on f&f board...
Mad love to you dear friend for everything and just because...
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Post by pegesus on Dec 28, 2007 17:10:51 GMT -6
ohhh, Mishie, the trials and tribulations of growning up.....and suddenly finding your not really who you thought you were....then trying to make up for lost times....oh does it ever bring back fond....and yes much sadness.....at my puny attempts to be who i thought i was suppose to be.....only to find i really wasnt.....your tales are a mirror of mine only i didnt know when to quit....carry on...little dragon....you have me hooked now....
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Post by wistfuldragon on Dec 31, 2007 15:17:14 GMT -6
I've been told all my life exactly what I was gonna be...how I was gonna be that...even when I would be all that they said...
Till that is these last couple years...omg...
Thank you dear...I will continue in a bit as the muse descends...
love and hugs...
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