LadyRavn's blog: "Poems and quotes"

My skin is pale, I blush easily. Beaty is in the eye of the beholder, they say. I've never seen it in me. My eyes are green with brown streaks. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, they say. I've never seen it in me. My hair is long and red right now. Keeping it that way can make me scowl. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, they say. I've never seen it in me. I find my flaws and pick at them - I never let them fade. They always seem so big to me - But for others seem to hide. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, they say. I've never seen it in me. 20 Febuary 2008

Red billows all aorund me. Bubbles rising up. Faces coming close Curious. I should be sinking, But something holds me. They pull and rend - and feast. I'm dinner now - My eyes for Dessert. 15 March 2004 This one was inspired by the following poem: My Time? by Graeme Roberts I see you there. A ghostly figure, leaving the mist, Walking with a purpose, Walking for me, your black cloak, Too heavy for the wind, The hood up over your head, Making your eyes invisible, My eyes narrow, My hand grips the hilt of my sword, A weapon appears in your hand, A wooden staff, A metal blade, Your famous toy, My sword unsheathed, Your eyes glowing red, Are you hear to collect me? Take me to your other world? I have just one thing, To you my dear Reaper, Bring it on...

The great problem with religon - *any* religon - is that a religonist, having accepted certain propositions by faith, can not thereafter judge those propositions by evidence. One may bask at the warm fire or faith or choose to live in the bleak uncertainty of reason - but one can not have both. R.A. Heinlein in "Friday"

Never will I tell the truth of my feelings for you. None but I need ever know. But here - who save I will know of whom I write? In my dreams we are a pair. Others do not speak of me but that they also mention you. Or so some dreams are. Others- I awake trembling from a need that naught I do will assuage. Yet others leave me weeping from imagined rejection. My own lacks cripple me. Thus never shall I speak of such matters to you - unless you bring them up first. 24 July 2004

I once thought I'd be happy when you died. But now - I think of you and feel nothing. Where once was rage is no empty. I feel the lack. Now I see - I liked having you alive to hate. Sad isn't it? I remember saying I'd build a dance floor on your grave. But cremation leaves no grave behind. Could that be the cause? Perhaps that is why... I know longer feel anything at the thought of you. Nothing changes but nothing is ever the same again. I just go on. Scarred. I go on. 31 July 2004

Baby bird, you can not fly. You never will, don't even try. Stay on the ground, it's safer that way. Flying is not for you. Little bird, do not cry; and do not watch them fly! You can not want to, it's not allowed! Stop this nonsense, right now! Crippled bird still wants to fly... hiding at first, she begins to try. Falls, gives up, then despairs. Wants to live no more. Dives, wings catch air - she soars! Fly high beautiful bird, crippled no more! September 1999

I am free, no matter what rules surround me. If I find them tolerable, I tolerate them; if I find them too obnoxious, I break them. I am free because I know that I alone am morally responsible for everything I do. Robert A. Heinlein

Crippled I've been, Scarred I will be. Did you think of that when you began to use me? Your claims to care, that you wished me no pain, just fed my dispair for your complete disdain. You paid no notice to my distress for my state of undress - your state of undress. I was only a CHILD! still meek, still mild. With age, came rage. You'd not touch me again. Did you think I'd never change? Was I to ignore the past? Surely your mind was deranged to think THAT would last. My memories never fade. They are vivid still. That you never paid Makes me feel ill. Your escape, your death, I still don't feel free. Why doesn't your lack of breath do anything to help me? My rage seems dull now- It has lost it's focus. My pain still festers. I thought it would fade. I'd hoped to move past. But it has stayed, and seems it will last for the rest of my life - Will my emotions always be in strife? 27 January 2004

Let's go out of the house tonight! Everyone needs a great big fright! There are prizes to be won, for the spookiest fun. Ebilness is our heart's delight! See them run in the dark tonight! Hoping to find safety in some bright light! Let's watch them run! Let's MAKE them run! Sweet Screams, what a lovely sight! Let us now feed in the shadows tonight! Lurking and slurping - it tastes all right. This one did not run, so he tastes a little tough. Human's taste best when flavored with fright! We all win with our frights tonight! Hear all the screams as we fly out of sight! We can not face the sun, so all our fun is done. The humans all cheer as we flee dawn's light! They always forget - We'll be back tonight! 4 October 2007

I fear the things I can not hide, my pain so very deep inside. I flee the things I wish to see, as I feel for you, do you feel for me? I hate the ones that broke me down, the rage inside still makes me drown I hold them dear, these ones I hate can you, my love, even relate? I hope for things that will never be I dream a dream only I can see I weep each time this dream does break I can not continute to feel this ache I watch the one I love move on they don't know how I long to be as they are, so unafraid or so it seems to me, I said. I wish to change, to learn, to grow I wish they could teach me what they know I fear they do not understand all I hear are their demands.