

Would You Still Be My Sister?If I talked like this, would you still be my sister? no. if I walked like this, would you still be my sister? no. If I stood like this, would you still be my sister? yes. Really? yea. What if I had this uhm disease where I had to stay outside all the time, but I still had to like eat and drink and go to the bathroom and stuff? Would you still be my sister? no. Really? yea.Would You Still Be My Sister?
12/18/08


Finger Slip SpineOh, what a funny feeling The frozen slip of a finger down, down your spine., Raising goose bumps in the frigid air. And exhale of a sunrise. And inhale of the morning. Oh, what a funny feeling for For a child A child Born at night.Finger Slip Spine
12/18/08


She Sits At The TableShe sits at the table with her eyes closed, Her calloused fingers walking miles across the planked wood. She breathes in that old, earthen smell (so reminiscent of childhood long ago)of the fortress of forests surrounding her house And her eyes float open. Out of her head crawls her brain, Moth-eaten and molding. it itches she moans listlessly, And shakes hands with her conscious. Her brain, grey and frayed, takes a walk around her table, same path that her fingers walked for miles. And she wrings her bruised and calloused and sore hands. The brain nods,She Sits At The Table


There Is A BoyThere is a boy. In front of me. Black wind-breaker, White stripes down the Sides of the arms. Both ears pierced, little cubic zirconium Studs. His half-inch hair swirls carefully into a central Point On the upper right side of the back of his head. With his head tiled on the earths axis, he Stares down at his work. mumbles something incoherent. He shifts, lays his littleblackspikeyhead on his Hand. I know hes curious as to what I'm doing. I'm behind him, but he knows. I know. But hes ok. And hes ok. &There Is A Boy


We Sat Togetheri. We sat together on top of the hill, The wetness from the grass soaking my jeans. Our fingers tickled each other, And I sigh. You simply looked over at me, Yes? I simply lay back on the grass, Pulling you down with me. Its so pleasant. It never happened.We Sat Together
ii. We sat together on top of that hill in the park, My fingers playing hop-scotch across your palm. I look toward the sky and wonder,
As your lips find my neck. Is any of this real? You just bury your face deeper into me. It never happened.
iii. I sto


Myname.i. Maybe myname Jackie Means that Ill never settle for less. That Ill reach myarms in frustration toward the sky And cry out for a sign from somewhere That Ill jump mybody up off of a green hill and float into the Troposphere That Ill be able to fly like in mydreams, and simply will myself up, Myeyes closed, Myheart beating in time with Mybreath. Ill feel the wind against myface andMyname.
Inhale the icy stratosphere. Ill keep floating upupupup Until myhands and mycheek are pressed up against the ozone layer- The Mesosphere&


The Fork In The Road -MomsDay The Fork in the Road.The Fork In The Road -MomsDay
I. With great strain and anguish, I was born at The Fork in The Road. I screamed and kicked and yelled like a banshee the day I was born. I havent stopped since. I was held by the people who are closest to me, my mother, my grandmother, my pediatrician. They witnessed my first sip of life even before I was aware that I was alive. I bet I was thinking something like, Jesus Christ, let me back in there


Boann Earth Mother InvocationBoann, Earth Mother, I dedicate these words to you.Boann Earth Mother Invocation
You Great Mother of all From you, all which have come before and after me, was born...
From you, I inherit the silent, celestial sustainment of my soul, my womb, the gentle genetic center of my womanhood;
I inherit the hopeful heart-seed of my generation, yearning to grow into the strong oak of legend I inherit the soul of my body, striving to support myself and my siblings in my stride. I inherit the passion to pot my seeds and watch them grow, those seeds swollen with the sweet water you have provided for them. I inherit the name Boann
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"I'll make you smile for the simple fact I'm good at it. I'll make you smile just so I can sit and look at it!"
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A friend in need's a friend indeed,
A friend who bleeds is better.
My friend confessed, she passed the test,
And we will never sever.
Pure Morning, Pure Morning
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"I'll make you smile for the simple fact I'm good at it. I'll make you smile just so I can sit and look at it!"
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For my cat so loved the world she gave her only begotten yak... right into my shoe.
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A friend in need's a friend indeed,
A friend who bleeds is better.
My friend confessed, she passed the test,
And we will never sever.
Pure Morning, Pure Morning
Just letting you know I am relocating my art to a new username and deleting my art off this account. New username is: [link]
My current one has been causing people some issues with spelling, particularly with professional clients, so I have made the choice to relocate.
I'd just like to thank you for your support and hope to see you there!
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A friend in need's a friend indeed,
A friend who bleeds is better.
My friend confessed, she passed the test,
And we will never sever.
Pure Morning, Pure Morning
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