Intro

I love writing, and most of what i write about is fantasy related, not so much realistic.
So I've begun a new story, set in the victorain are, or sometwhere near there.
Based on love. No vamps, no evil diddles, ornonesuch.
So I wanted to share an excerpt from it,
I'm not there yet, but I'm nto getting there,
it's getting to be really good as I go along, just difficult to string all together
and make it fit the the era. I really want the imagery to sound out from this.
It's nowhere near as easy as just writing it in peotry, I've realized.
I'm also changing it into a playwrite.
So hope for me/pray for me.

In other news, I've become officially hooked onto teh Cranberries, all their old stuff too. Love it to death, I haven't gotten sick of it yet.
My b-day is in app. 10 days!
Choco cake here I come!
So here's my excerpt and a littl poem at the bottom...

"My wish was to stroll through the rose garden. They were throned, but so beautiful. So there I was alone, enjoying the warm night. And there they were, by the wooden gate. Slowly kissing. I dare not intrude, so I ran. I ran far into the apple trees in the field and fell to my kness crying. My heart was constantly being stabbed and I couldn’t understand the reasoning for it. I had known they were somewhat fond of each other. So why were my tears continuously flowing. I felt childish for feeling that way. As if someone had stolen my dolly. I could take no more of these little chats, dances, and love all around (except to me). Why was there so much pain, why? Why, why did it hurt so much? Why"

A Love Never Held

Love shows no mercy to me.

For you see,

how alone I seem to be?

Not a bucket to catch thy tears,

no arms to hold, to ease thy fears.

No flowers, no rose, no loving words to speak,

only a heart to sit & rot & reek.

A penny, a pence,

no talk of love, just nonsense.

A simple corner, a scroll, & a pen,

left with a tiny window to get lost in.

A stab in the heart multiple times,

each & every moment the death clock chimes.

Soon there will be no more left,

& love is one I will always forget.

For it is the only feeling I've never let.