I love chocolate shakes, cats, cosmogeny/cosmology, writing, painting, digital art, not having completed suicide, bears.
If I could come back to life as an animal, I would be a
black or panda bear in a VERY isolated spot.
If I could come back to life as a plant, I would be a
disease resistant American Elm
If I could have lunch with any historical or current person, it would be
I could best describe my personality as
walking oxymoron; optimistic depressive and gregarious introvert
Favorite Music Genre
Vangelis, Jimi Hendrix, Jean Sibelius, Loreena McKennitt, dirty nasty hard core punk, aethereal surreal space out music
Favorite Movie Genre
Favorite Book Genre
Van Gogh, Munch, Monet, Magritte, Goya, El Greco, Kahlo, Durer, Kent
Islandia, the Dispossessed, Left Hand of Darkness, 2001:a Space Odyssey, Stranger In A Strange Land, the Tao te Ching
Repo Man, BladeRunner, 2001:a Space Odyssey, and a bunch more
My two top VIA Character strengths are
|Board Name||Title||MYKU||Date Written|
|Poem Power||poems||bits of bricks and shards of souls
scattered and stacked to create wholes
whether or not in rhythm and rhyme
they can endure beyond our time
|The Crossing||The Shore||mingling with the ocean
feeling its pull
left here alone, desolate
seeing her eyes, as dark as her soul
|Psychotic||RE: RE: miracles||they ('they') say naltrexone is contraindicted
my doc sez death would make them vindicated
half of me wants to try, half to hope in either end
one to leave, the other to mend
problem, 'solution', both have me hedged;
doubt and confusion, cause and effects;
the miracle creates more defects...
|Psychotic||education||there is nothing secret, only ignorance;
there is nothing they have that you cannot;
there is nothing they do that you don't allow them;
but ignorance is a tool they use;
education is your only hope... thank god for the internet.
|Psychotic||RE: RE: definitions||I feel like Alice, always bigger and smaller;
there is no malice in how they change me;
but they re-arrange me, twist and bend me;
I just want to holler, "why can't we mend me?"
|Psychotic||definitions||meds are the answer they say;
but I do not react in the 'normal' way;
stop fitting me in and treat me as me;
else my death we see
|Board Name||By||Title||MYKU||Date Added|
|What's in a Name||katepoet||RE: survival||Numbness defines me,
from my waist to my toes,
and yet they can feel pain..
isn't that just how life goes?
|What's in a Name||katepoet||RE: taking away what i never appreciated||Here, I am!
In the warped body
lies my warp and weft,
still trying to be
as much of me as I can.
|Recovery||katepoet||RE: RE: Recovery||Illness punishes her,
by association, he who
loved her is painted
the dank brush
of her penitentiary.
|cloud||Julia Rose||RE: RE: RE: clouds||Fog to mist
white,black or gray
I watch them come and pass
as life slips away
|cloud||wanderer||RE: clouds||where the earth ends
the sky begins
today i walk in clouds
and my face gets wet
|acronyms||katepoet||eveining comes softly||Evening comes softly, the sky melts into lavender;
violet and pomegranate clouds cross the horizon.
The sun's amber aurora descends its meridian
leaving only the cool breath of twilight stirring.
|Rewritten Lives||katepoet||RE: Afterburn||Her reflection mirrors hidden scars,
dark eyes sunk in charcoal shadows
smudged across her countenance.
On sunny days, she pretends her face is fair;
burnt blemishes are simply beauty marks.