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 Posted: Fri Jul 21, 2006 12:42 pm
Maybe.
And maybe.
If you give me cookies.
And I like rants; rants are cool.
And good - because it's always a rant I've made a close friend endure before.
wink
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Posted: Fri Jul 21, 2006 1:49 pm
Of course I'll give you cookies.
I always have cookies. Because cookies are amazing.
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Posted: Fri Jul 21, 2006 2:01 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 21, 2006 2:04 pm
Lady's Lady-lady
The jitter-jatter
titter-tatter -
something left by the door.
Rags curtain the
ruby red rosey platter -
the envelope evermore.
Sealed lust and
love's blind eye -
whispering secrets
on the floor.
Pitter-patter
chitter-chatter -
Lady Rain sees it
at the door.
Flocked dresses steadily
halt
at the chamber door.
Lady's lady-lady
knocked down
to the floor.
Secret smiles
lusty bodies
wrapped up by the door.
Hearts fill-fluttering
skyline eyes.
Flick.
Nothing.
Nevermore.
(THAT IS ALL IT REMEMBERS!! ) confused
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Posted: Fri Jul 21, 2006 2:13 pm
Oh. My. Gosh.
I adore it.
Why the hell were you afraid of sharing something?
I love it. Completely and utterly.
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Posted: Fri Jul 21, 2006 2:48 pm
Nemithena Lady's Lady-lady
The jitter-jatter
titter-tatter -
something left by the door.
Rags curtain the
ruby red rosey platter -
the envelope evermore.
Sealed lust and
love's blind eye -
whispering secrets
on the floor.
Pitter-patter
chitter-chatter -
Lady Rain sees it
at the door.
Flocked dresses steadily
halt
at the chamber door.
Lady's lady-lady
knocked down
to the floor.
Secret smiles
lusty bodies
wrapped up by the door.
Hearts fill-fluttering
skyline eyes.
Flick.
Nothing.
Nevermore.
(THAT IS ALL IT REMEMBERS!! ) confused WHOA. Did you write that? *trips over herself* heart
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Posted: Sat Jul 22, 2006 12:58 am
redface
Don't flatter me - it goes to my head.
sweatdrop
But thanyou.
^^
It's nice to know it's decent, anyway.
My account (where I keep writings) is screwed today, but I can find them on google, so it's ok.
sweatdrop
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Posted: Fri Sep 12, 2008 2:33 pm
*Referring to first post* I think art kinda like that took, but I could never put it in the beautiful words you have. To me it's more of a feeling I can't describe other than it's kinda like the same feeling when you get in the zone about something you're really passionate about. All time ceases to exist and you don't even feel your body its soul-baring and nothing else matters like like-!!! ARGH!! I wish I could say it better.... sad I use to be really good with words but without actually using them as much as I use to I start to revert to sound effects. lol
Only recently have I started to do paintings and my family has seen them. In highschool I drew a lot and people would always tell me how good it was and one day I actually got angry and kinda burst out talking to one of my friends. Good thing it was only us, but I told her too many compliments are gonna make me worse.
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 11:40 pm
I love art and it is beautiful and I find it intimate. I myself don't create art- I just doodle. But there are two things I have ever had that made me feel, when sharing them, the way Enj described. That soul-baring feeling where you almost feel like you are a secret that shouldn't be told. One is related to art, though I don't really see it as such. The song "Angel" by Sarah McLachlan (sp?) is the first song I ever performed solo, and it grew in meaning for me over the years. Once, as a freshman in college, I was wandering around the fountain in the center of campus in the middle of the night, and sang it for a friend. It felt very personal, much more than I would have expected, to put the tone and color of my feelings into those words and give them life out in the open where someone might not understand. The other time has nothing to do with art, really, but everything to do with intimacy and baring one's soul. Once, in a charismatic prayer group, I received a message through a friend. It began, "You want to know who you are?" and continued to tell me, in seven sweet words, exactly who I am and who I was made to be. It's not the kind of information that helps me figure out a career path or know my future... but I know that at the end of my life I will be judged on how I lived up to who I was meant to be and what I was sent for. It was overwhelming to know that, and in reflection now I realize once again how amazing it is. It is the only piece of information that I hold as a true secret in my heart. I have told three people in the three or so years since it happened, and each time I contemplated it very seriously before deciding to share. If that's how it feels to share true artwork with someone, then I definitely understand the trepidation. The fear that someone won't grasp the significance of Who I Am is difficult enough; if it were something that people could actually criticize, like a work of art, it would be very difficult for me to expose my heart that way.
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