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Birthday: 5/6/1979
Gender: Female


Interests: I practice the art of wicca. A aged society of people who follow the resources of the Goddess. I also am into studying herbal lore. I enjoy tarot cards among other things. Another hobby is i write stories..or novels of such. I write poetry,some that has been published.
Expertise: I do not nor will I claim to be an expert at anything. I do not strive for perfection, I although do look for more productive creative outlets. We grow each day,mentally,emotionally and spiritually. I take each day as it's offered. I only expect what I know I am able to handle and do.
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Saturday, February 09, 2008

Forgive Me

Frowned lounged against pursed lips as the marker of intrusion battled against sight. The turmoil lodging attack before her heart could remotely act. Weakness of emotion trumpet the cascade of reflected words before the sound of her heart breaking divided the world.  Trying to divorce herself from idle feelings aching to find rebirth among fallen soldiers. She had lost herself for this moment within the heart of others...but now that has changed, her darkness filled and will return somehow.

Compassion delivered as hope ceased..blanket her dreams wishing only for solace and sleep.  Deprived of ambition  lost connection to her world , emptied inside from the onslaught of words. 

Arched fingers vined against the handle, rubbing slowly at the rusted fascination. Curved longing for the valley between her breasts. Coated edge with a single tear drop for poison, her other hand bend swiftly to deploy action against her shaking formation.

Slowly the show began, against her dazed expression. The tip of the hue pointed at her as if scolded determination. With the last thought brought to sound. Bottom lip parted to embrace the hindered sound. Choking on each syllable as if it were the last..

"Forgive Me," was uttered neither first or the last..

The scolding metal sound security against her breasts. Finding warmth where she had not found in the past..

Slithering roots of crimson love, curling over each breast and choking through her unyielding love. Her force drove her in finding collection at last. She only needed to feel...That it took this action to find connection at last.



Blessed Be




Wednesday, December 12, 2007

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