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It’s only natural

Climbing up a willow tree

The girl, she slipped and skinned her knee

And smiling at the errant scrape

She swung her down and through path traipsed

Caught shining through the autumn sun

Her heart has flashed to what you’ve won

With smiling at-so tenderly

Her skirted form up in the tree

With not a judging face to show

Fostering affection grown

Another day, on picnic dine

Watching infant spiders fly

Laughing at their silken course

Her swelling heart drove in full force

And later on, she showed you how

To dance upon the swaying bough

And happy you should follow there

She-tucking flowers in your hair

Hid her heart among the curls

And that is how you wooed this girl


stupid color quiz… why do you have to be right?


Your Existing Situation

Works well with others. Needs personal relationships which are understanding and relatively conflict-free.

Your Stress Sources

“Demands to be noticed by others as an important individual, needs attention and recognition. her current situation is leaving her dissatisfied. she feels she needs to make friends with those who hold the same high standards she does. Wants to stand out as someone at the top of her class and be admired by others. she needs to feel in control which makes it difficult to give of herself to another person. she feels isolated and alone but refuses to appear weak and continues to be emotionally distant from others in order to keep her attitude of superiority. ”

Your Restrained Characteristics


“Emotionally withdrawn, feels forced to make compromises which makes emotional attachments difficult.”

“Feels she is not receiving her fair share and is unable to rely on anyone for support or sympathy. she keeps her emotions bottled up, leaving her quick to take offense to small things. she tries to make the best of her situation.”

“Although she is able to find contentment through sexual activity, she feels hopeless to change her problems and difficulties and continues to make the best of what she has.”

Your Desired Objective

“Feels stressed due to her current situation or relationships, and needs to make changes. Looking for a solution that will increase her chances of fulfilling her current hopes and dreams.”

Your Actual Problem

“Feeling unimportant in this current situation, and is looking for different conditions where she will be able to better prove her worth and importance.”

Your Actual Problem #2

“Fears she will be held back from achieving things she really wants, leading her to search endlessly for satisfaction and become involved in activities which are pointless.”

here we go


Finding myself

I’ve gotten so damn good at hiding

I think I’ve lost and now I can’t find me

Am I cold under covers

Waiting for love or

Sitting in the parking lot

Crying over what I haven’t got

Flying over covered ground?

Leaping buildings or on the bound?

Lost in the beauty of the music?

Fallen, skinned and counting bruises?

I never loved me like I should have

And now I’m searching crazy like mad

To bring myself with me like carry-on

I only ever need what already gone.

Another old journal entry april 8 2008



after the pheonix burns

 Everytime I open my mouth, all this stuff I shouldn’t say… Just falls right on out. And I’m not trying to make things harder, and I’m not trying… To push this thing farther. And I’m not trying, I’m not trying, I’m not trying, but I’m crying with the dying of who I used to be. I am pheonix with the burning, rising from the ashes I am yearning, for this thing I am only learning now is inside of me. I an stronger, I have grown, I am wingless, yet I’ve flown, I am dreaming with the peaceful strength that only comes with pain of the length. Of time a woman spends with a man she don’t call friend. I don’t call the wind… Baby, you know it calls to me. Whispers quiet words to me: “child you are free” And finally I see. I am the one that held back, and I am the one who lost track, I am the one who had the lack. Of confidence. So I got lost a bit. Wandered aimless, said i was blameless, became one of the nameless. And hid my shining face. Now I turn it to. The sky the seems to shine through, the night sky, it’s not black, it’s blue. and brighter now, that I have learned how to speak the unreachable truth. I can be alone, I am my own home. This skin I’m in, I stand within. And I’m comfortable for the first time. Because I belong, and I am mine. And standing, on both side of the window, looking out and looking in, well I don’t know. How to follow the path of the rainbow, but I know where it ends and where it goes, and that’s good enough for me. Standing beside me, living inside me, having this pride I can justify, in me. I am the light, I am the laughter, I am my own damn happy ever after. You want to hold the moon? well then just ask her, she’s comfortable enough in her own place. And all the human race… We can learn a bit from the butterfly, yes I’m talkin you an I, here for such a short time. But we all can learn to fly, pretty wingspans patterened out against the grey sky… Isn’t strange, how all things change, never stay the same from the start of one, one, one, one day… To the next. And the rest, as they say is history, cept when it comes to me, then it constantly repeats. Til I break this chain. I won’t refrain. And I have my coffee, I’ve got my tea, drink my inner beauty, til it come spilling out, all over you. 



I’m not an answer,

Not a prayer

You’ll hardly even know I’m there

In the night

While you sleep

I’ll write down thoughts for me to keep

To learn from them

Message to me:

Briefly; “Don’t forget to breath”


Merry Me

I sing a sigh aloft and play

Melodies across your teeth

I laugh and dance my eyes that say

Inside of me you’ll be

And chuckled ribs jibe fingertips

Is that all you can do?

And smile wicked gives rise to lips

Legging down and showing you

And counting up-up over

I laugh, come tumbling down

Like into sweet scent-clover

-oh look, there goes my crown.

Know your mind



B 12 and caffiene

Replace sleep

My blood stream

Has run thin

I yawn deep

Across my day, my cracked eyes sweep


Fool’s golden heart

A hero to no one

And everyone’s fool

I’ve followed my heart

And lived by its rule

So what it mayhap

Lead me astray

And bring me to mishap

And makes me portray

Myself in a new light

Within my own mind

High time for a new sight

To let me define

This thing in me humming

And sounding as pleas

That sets me to falling

And skinning my kneas

One stop Wednesday contribution


Hung by words

Beyond the scope of reason

I’m hung by rope of treason

A judgment on what’s right (or wrong)

Or harvested out-of-season

Divest me of my chainings

It’s no use to me restraining

The plump-red mouth that sings a song

In lieu of cold complaining


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