Wilomoon's blog: "Dare to Dream"

Because I am a picture on your screen, does that mean I have no feelings? Because I like to flirt, does that mean I am a cyber whore? Because I spend most of my free time here, does that mean I don't want a real life? I am a real living breathing person with feeling that can be hurt, with a heart that can be broken, with hopes and dreams that can be shattered.

If I am not in your family tree, why should you be in mine? I can understand if your tree is full, but if not, then what is your reasons. I would really like to know. To all my wonderful guys in my family, please let me know why i am not in your family (If I am not already in your family). Because I am pruning the family tree.

To Know Me, Is To Love Me... My name is Nina, I am 43 years old, or as I like to put it... I am 21 with 22 years experience. I have a 13 year old (demon spawn) son. Thank God he is an only child. I was married for 15 years, separated for nearly 3 years (so actually it would be 18 years in Oct, because divorce is not coming easily.) No need to say "Sorry, for your divorce" Because I am not! I do have a crush on someone, however I don't think he is all too sure about me, (yet). I love to flirt and make new friends and that is my purpose for being here. I am artist by trade, but a Security Officer by necessity. I live in Oklahoma, but was born and (for the most part) raised in Michigan. Some time ago I saw something that I thought was cool in someone else’s blog and will now do it in my profile. I AM... A woman A mother An artist A romantic Goofy Intense In love Strong A good friend Friendly Creative Stubborn A poet A hopeful writer Forgetful Loving Lovable Short Fluffy An office supply addict Generous ADD A pleaser An attention whore Needy, sometimes... Giving Cuddly 44DD(lol) Empathic A fortune teller A collector of collection (turtles, peacocks, buttons, matchbooks, etc...) Insecure I am sure I will add more as I think of them.

In This Place by Wilomoon 9-3-2007 So many dear souls, I have found in this place, They have lifted my spirits, Or given me space, I have found great love here, I have discovered deceit, I exposed my heart, I have admitted defeat, Many friends I have made, And games I have played, Instead of eat or sleep, It is here I have stayed, Inspectors and divas, Cowboys and Ray, Firefighters, a wrestler, Are a part of everyday, A master, a singer, A dirty ole' man, They friend me, Rate me, and make me a fan, When I need advice, There is someone to call, Too many to mention, And I love them all. (Dedicated to all my Fubar friends)

Life is a Bitch by Wilomoon (for my crush) Life is a bitch, For my sad lost lamb, A cute backside, Exposed on web cam, Under a car,or Behind the cash, from here to there, forever he does dash, Controlled by life, No, control does he wield, A wall he has built, A defensive shield, Pride is his weapon, to the depth it does cleave, Love can conquer all, If you only believe, So here I sit, Alone and unsure, Waiting for the day, To feel more secure, My heart it is heavy, My Soul bound by chains, For my only desire, To relieve all his pains, Life...is a bitch, A bitch can be tamed, Take back your life, It is yours to reclaim.

Forsaken by Wilomoon 9-2-2007 At the very beginning, In his mind I did stay, Wanting me near, Is what he did pray, There in the moment, I lived like a queen, Looking into his eyes, I was living in a dream, Those times were so fleeting, Yet suspended in a blink, Precious hours were spent, With no desire to think, A time there once was, Where my breath he did take, With no time to spare, For my pity sake, Something did happen, Away, his love was taken, My heart lay bare and broken, I have become the forsaken.

With A Single Word by Wilomoon 8-26-07 In a dream I saw you, Gallant and dark, Astride a fair mare, In fantasy I embarked, Visions of bubbles, Candle flames in the dark, A soft sweet melody, Romance, it did spark, With a single word, like a tree with no bark, Falling to pieces, In a downward arc.

A Gem So Rare by Wilomoon 8-26-07 Space stands still, I caress your hair, You close your eyes, Time without care, Moments of bliss, Going no where, Sleepy smiles, Longing stares, Paper promises, My heart laid bare, Fairy tale love, But no room to spare, No happy ending, This tale of despair, How does one breath, When you take away air, Decent into silence, A broken pair, To loose a treasure, A gem so rare.

What is truth? Clearly it is different things to different people. You would think that truth would be a pretty universal concept, but I have found that, that is not the case. Some people have the uncanny ability to talk themselves into a lie becoming a truth. Hypothetically situation: You are chatting with a friend, you haven't known this friend for very long, but you feel things are progressing and you feel there is a possibility of things going in a positive, new direction. (Now here is where, one might be talking yourself into a truth, that is a lie). In the midst of the conversation, you say something like "God oranges are the best fruit." Well your friend disagrees emphatically, they like apples better. You say "okay, that is your opinion, I respect that." A day goes by, and the friend that you had been talking to regularly, suddenly has more important things going on, and suddenly doesn't have the time to even drop you a "hi" anymore. You start to wonder, what the hell is going on, did I say something? Do something? You can't figure out what you did that was so awful that your friend would abandon you. So you ask and they respond with a truth born out of a lie, "I have been doing this and that, life has been crazy, I am stressed, etc..." All these may be true, but none are the real reason (or truth) for a lack in interest in maintaining contact. Who knows what the real truth is, perhaps the friend decided they didn't like something about you, that was too great to overcome in their mind, or they just got bored with you, or just maybe, they found someone, they thought was a better catch. Whatever the case maybe, their new truth became, apples are the only fruit I can tolerate, and if you like oranges better, we have nothing more to talk about. If the friendship was true, then apples and oranges shouldn't matter. If you find someone else, or just can't get over a difference in opinion, and that is the real truth, just stick with the real truth, don't try to talk yourself into some false truth. It will only eat you up from the inside out, and hurt the other person, because the real truth will always seep out eventually. ...Or I could be just talking out my ass...

I just don't understand. The more I try to make people happy, the more unhappy they seem to become. I just want to make the people I care about, feel important and loved, but it always seems to backfires. At first it is all good, then slowly they grow more distant, they start telling you stuff like you can do better or they offer some other alternative to themselves. If you don't want me, just tell me, I may be upset at first, but I will get over it. Don't string me along to protect me, that is like torture. I would rather be devastated for a short time and move on, then kept hanging on, to some light at the end of the tunnel, that isn't really a light, but some optical illusion. When I love/like/hate someone, I do it 110%. I guess most people can't handle that. I'm starting to wonder what is wrong with me. Am I too intense or just unlucky? I am just so tired....I start the race in the lead, but I always seem to lose. I feel like just giving up and not running this damn race anymore. It is like being on a treadmill.... it is a whole lot of work and effort to get no where.