hello! just popping in to say hello. i'm alive. i do miss you. but i've been really busy, i haven't had time to come on here much. i haven't really done that much writing anyway. and what i have written, i don't with me. so, i love you all! *hugs* and i do plan to come on here more often.
(After writing a simple story about the “My Perfect Pair of Shoes”, I realized that I can be able to make a story out of shoes ^_^… Then, I remembered another person that became part of my life and I made a story about shoes that fits to what happened to us”. Here is the story…..) When I was a child, my mother always got angry at me for walking in the streets barefooted. She always told me that my feet might be hurt if I will not wear slippers when I walk outside the house. But ...
Blah! Well I just recently found out that my favorite poetry forum which I served as an admin for and where I posted the majority of my work is currently down, as apparently the forums subscription was up and had not been paid. I do not not know if or when it will be back up again, the owners of the form were never that actively involved, and I know the question of the subscription renewal came up recently and they expressed a difficulty in being able to afford it. ...
Maxi told me that, through some intelligent jargon, Frances something-like-probably means javelin. In this case I'm a wooden javeling used by some sort of primitive tribe. I am a javelin. I can be thrown in attack and defence. I am deadly, but I'll save your life. People run with me and from me. I'm feared but loved. Used time and time again. The ultimate battle weapon. I hurt, but it depends where I am. I can ensnare every sense ...
Updated 02-26-2010 at 09:41 PM by Heathcliff
A silent question, a smiling face. Clasping hands, amazing grace. Sun on our faces, pink lemonade. We tiptoe down, the seronade. Curiousity to ask, we slowly learn. Each life story, unravelled in turn. Think it happened, here to stay. Though we realise, it was only one day.
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