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Hungry just got ack from workk and waiting for the pot to boil
Festive(it's my Mother's Birthday) :)
second that ;-)Quote:
Originally Posted by Nightshade
Regarding how I feel... way too anxious for it to be good :S :(
I send my kindest wishes to your mother, Aurora Ariel, on such a day worth celebration. ;)Quote:
Originally Posted by Aurora Ariel
As for me: very sleepy, but accomplished.
bored.............
mono,
Thanks for your sweet wishes!:)
I blow many Birthday greetings through the air.
I'm rather fond of rainbow balloons, glowing candles,
silver and bright gold sparks.It's great fun to wander into
the gardens and pick a few wildflowers...
Serene
Reflective and frail . . .
Tiered but stuck to this chair.
Momo thats a long sig is it all one thing?? Ilike the top bit more to tell the truth :D
Glad you asked. ;)Quote:
Originally Posted by Nightshade
My signature consists of a fragment to a poem by Charles Bukowski (some of his less . . . invasive poetry :D). The whole poem (from one of his collections, Bone Palace Ballet):
Quote:
first love
at one time
when I was 16
a few writers gave me
my only hope and
chance.
my father disliked
books and
my mother disliked
books (because my father
disliked books)
especially those that I brought back
from the library:
D.H. Lawrence
Dostoevsky
Turgenev
Gorky
A. Huxley
Sinclair Lewis
others.
I had my own bedroom
but at 8 p.m.
we were all supposed to go to sleep:
"Early to bed and early to rise
makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise,"
my father would say.
"LIGHTS OUT!" he would shout.
then I would take the bed lamp
place it under the covers
and with the heat and hidden light
I would continue to read:
Ibsen
Shakespeare
Chekov
Jeffers
Thurber
Conrad Aiken
others.
they gave me a chance and some hope
in a place of no chance
no hope, no feeling.
I worked for it.
it got hot under the covers.
sometimes the sheets would begin to smoke
then I'd switch the lamp off,
hold it outside to
cool off.
without those books
I'm not quite sure
how I would have turned
out:
raving; the
murderer of the father;
idiocy;
hopelessness.
when my father shouted
"LIGHTS OUT!"
I'm sure he feared
the well-written word
immortalized
forever
in our best and
most interesting
literature.
and it was there
for me
close to me
under the covers
more woman than woman
more man than man.
I had it all
and
I took it.
OH wow that is going to be one of my fav poems now thanks momo
ralaxed..........
:mad: . . . Irritated . . . :mad:
betrayed, torn... trapped in my blue moods/downwards spirals/depression, I guess...
wow mono that poem is really beautiful!
me feeling as I should do something of my life soon...