If I could come back to life as an animal, I would be a
If I could come back to life as a plant, I would be a
If I could have lunch with any historical or current person, it would be
I could best describe my personality as
Favorite Music Genre
Favorite Movie Genre
Favorite Book Genre
Diebenkorn, Dadaists, de Kooning
My two top VIA Character strengths are
words and words
|Board Name||Title||MYKU||Date Written|
|why don't you write me I'm out in the jungle||RE: Where have all the poet's gone?||You hit right the first time.
I'm enveloped in my Mac.
tapping away the live long day,
hoping for brain attack.
|Time away||RE: RE: time away||my Christmas is painful.
I need less of past, more of now.
it's love I need in this season
beneath the yuletide bough.
|Time away||RE: time away||it's that way with everything.
the best always slips through your fingers,
while sticking, forever, fading out never,
the least needed, or wanted, lingers.
|red carpet||RE: same ol', same ol'.||Another day, another carpet,
gleaming with hope and heels,
stars in the eyes of tv crowds,
wondering how it feels.
|Why||why wonder||Anymore I don't ask.
who knows anyway?
I'm coping just fine, at least I think so,
alive at the end of the day
|Why||RE: why ask why||So many conundrums;
What, where, and whys.
So many questions
and so few replies.
|In the Dark||RE: RE: RE: blackout||Darn! My penchant for hiding,
for loving anonymity
In darkness I win, I fly, I succeed,
I become what I never will be.
|Board Name||By||Title||MYKU||Date Added|
|Why||hadditup2here||RE: RE: wondering why?||Sorry! Did not understand
preference for naive daze
treading water is hard work
in so many sodden ways
|Maine - on the rocks||hadditup2here||on the rocks||waves gather up their skirts
where my feet
never stand a chance
|ice cream||openheartsoftly||RE: chocolate||Why must you fall upon my thigh
and rest there buldging through the seams
of my tattered Levi jeans?
Why can't you land on my small toe
so no one else would have to know?
|Mist||hadditup2here||morning mist||The daylight creeps more slowly
the morning drags her heels
And trails her shawl across the hills
and naps on hay-mown fields
|the garden||hadditup2here||tulips||fickle redheads in my garden
pretending you're so shy
when every time my back is turned
you're kissing butterflies!
|ABOVE ALL ELSE||volchin||I'm not catching on||Caught up again in a losing game,
racing to reach the wrong day's end,
crashing the gate when I came too late,
found out the race was yesterday.
|imperfection||Kaconelove||Updated View ;-)||A single image
Of two dimensions
Can not capture
All three of mine