I was listening to "Hello" by Evanescence this morning and started to get my must back. It's not poetry, but it is maybe a little insight into who I am. It was too long a a diary entry though, I fear, it was 2 pages on Word Perfect.
Something Lost, Something Gained, thanks for the help with a name, [aimfire].

*Is thiskinda like the "Hippy Dragon"?*

I am a A Painted Dragon!

Hey, I took the http://dragonhame.com online Inner Dragon quiz and found out I am a Painted Dragon on the inside.

In the war between good and evil, a Painted Dragon tends to walk the fine line of Neutrality....
When it comes to the powers of Chaos vs. those of Law and Order, your inner dragon is a risk taker and answers to no one....
As far as magical tendancies, a Painted Dragon's nature does not lend itself well to the ways of Magic....
During combat situations, the Painted Dragon shows a preference for the rending and slashing of Hand to Hand combat....
Painted Dragons are the gypsies of dragonkind. They move frequently and spend much time in human form, socializing and partying.'
While not truly evil, Painted Dragons have a flair for practical jokes that sometimes get out of hand. They are known far and wide for their troublemaking abilities. A dragon's idea of a good joke usually has dragon sized repercussions.'
The Painted Dragon gains it's name from it's appearance. When one is seen in dragon form, it is garishly colored by every color and hue visible to the human eye (and some that are not visible except by magical means, and to other dragons). If you could tie-dye a dragon, you would have a painted dragon.
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This Dragons favorite elements are: Glass, Morning Glories, and Festivals

http://Dragonhame.Com

You think your life has been harder then mine. Well, I won't say you are right or wrong, neither one of us wants to say everything that's happened. So do not judge me to be the child, whether I be younger or older, for what I say to you. You know that everything you do is a choice. You want others to say you chose right, or that you didn't truly have a choice. I will say you are wrong, for everything boils down to a choice... whether you admit it or not.

He's pissin' me off.

There You Go :: Pink 

Please don't come around talkin' bout that you love me,
Cause that love shit just aint for me,
I don't wanna hear that you adore me
And I know that all you're doing is running your mind games,
Don't you know that game beats game?
So your best bet is to be straight with me

So you say you wanna talk, let's talk
If you won't talk I'll walk, yeah it's like that
Got a new man, he's waiting out back
Now what, whatcha think bout that, bout that?
Now when I say I'm through, I'm through
Basically I'm through with you
Whatcha' wanna say?
Had to have it your way, had to play games
Now you're begging me to stay

Chorus
There u go, lookin' pitiful
Just because I let you go
There u go, talkin' bout you want me back
Sometimes it's bez like that, so
There u go, talkin' bout you miss me so,
that you love me so, Why I let you go?
there you go, cause your lies got old
Look at you, there u go!

Please don't come around talkin' bout how you changed
How you said goodbye to what's her name
All it sounds like to me is new game
And I was right when I thought I'd be much better off without you
Had to get myself from 'round you,
Cause my life was all about you

So you say you wanna talk, I don't
Say you wanna change, I won't
Yeah it's like that
Had your chance, won't take it back
Now what, whatcha think bout that, bout that?
and When I say I'm through, I'm through
Basically I'm through with you
Whatcha' wanna say?
Had to have it your way, had to play games
Now you're begging me to stay

CHORUS

Oooh, don't you wish you could turn the hands of time?
Don't you wish that you still were mine?
Don't you wish I'd take you back?
Don't you wish that things were simple like that?
Didn't miss a good thing til' it's gone,
But I knew it wouldn't be long
Til' you came running back, missing my love THERE U GO!!!

CHORUS

Another good song. This one is on the CD Carri gave us. *sniffs*

Legacy :: ("Mummer's Dance" by the Loreena McKennitt)

When in the springtime of the year
When the trees are crowned with leaves
When the ash and oak, and the birch and yew
Are dressed in ribbons fair

When owls call the breathless moon
In the blue veil of the night
The shadows of the trees appear
Amidst the lantern light

[Chorus]
We've been rambling all the night
And some time of this day
Now returning back again
We bring a garland gay

Who will go down to those shady groves
And summon the shadows there
And tie a ribbon on those sheltering arms
In the springtime of the year

The songs of birds seem to fill the wood
That when the fiddler plays
All their voices can be heard
Long past their woodland days

[Chorus]
We've been rambling all the night
And some time of this day
Now returning back again
We bring a garland gay

And so they linked their hands and danced
Round in circles and in rows
And so the journey of the night decends
When all the shades are gone

"A garland gay we bring you here
And at your door we stand
It is a sprout well budded out
The work of Our Lord's hand"

[Chorus]
We've been rambling all the night
And some time of this day
Now returning back again
We bring a garland gay

I love this song :D

Foolish Games :: Melissa Etheridge 

You took your coat off and stood in the rain,
You were always crazy like that
and I watched from my window,
always felt I was outside looking in on you

You were always the mysterious one
with dark eyes and careless hair,
You were fashionably sensitive, but too cool to care
you stood in my doorway, with nothing to say
besides some comment on the weather

Well in case you failed to notice,
In case you failed to see,
This is my heart bleeding before you,
This is me down on my knees

These foolish games are tearing me apart
and your thoughtless words are breaking my heart
You're breaking my heart

You were always brilliant in the morning
Smoking you cigarettes, talking over coffee
Your philosophies on are, Baroque moved you,
You loved Mozart and you'd speak of you loved ones
As I clumsily strummed my guitar

Well excuse me, guess I've mistaken you for somebody else
Somebody who gave a damn,
Somebody more like myself

These foolish games are tearing me, tearing me,
your tearing me apart,breaking my heart
your thoughtless words are breaking my heart
You're breaking my heart
You took your coat off and stood in the rain
you were always crazy like that

Rhiannon

Where I have been is far from your eyes
Away miles and miles but close to your side

Carried on the wind of faraway lands
My name is Rhiannon
Betrothed to another man
And I am falling, falling from grace
Seeking kindness in a stranger’s face
And there’s only you… Yes only you
Can answer me now
And there’s only you… Yes only you
Can save me now

I ride with the wind to bring you my heart
Under my veil I promise you love

Carried on the wind of faraway lands
My name is Rhiannon
Betrothed to another man
And I am falling, falling from grace
Seeking kindness in a stranger’s face
And there’s only you… Yes only you
Can answer me now
And there’s only you… Yes only you
Can save me now

Promise me now in the name of love
Answer me true in the name of true love

Carried on the wind of faraway lands
My name is Rhiannon
Betrothed to another man
And I am falling, falling from grace
Seeking kindness in a stranger’s face
And there’s only you… Yes only you
Can answer me now
And there’s only you… Yes only you
Can save me now

-Llewellyn, from his "Celtic Legend" CD

I'm listening to a massage mix that Carri gave to the class our last day. It is really good, unfortunately, though, it was played during our final goodbye exercise, "the laying on of hands". It was such an emotional time for all of us, I don't think we will be able to use it.
I'm glad to be out of school, but I'm sad to leave everyone.

Goodbyes

The time has flown
Now we say goodbye
We've shared tears
We've shared laughs
Now we say goodbye
One more tear is shed
THe hugs abound
Now we say goodbye
Will reunions come?
No one knows for sure
Now we say goodbye
A bond is made
An unseen connection
There always will be
Now we say good bye
Through storms and strife
Through love and hate
Through death and life
We have strived as one

But now we say...goodbye.

Oh, My! School is done. We went clubbing last night. I got so bored and so tired of having my ass grabbed I told Tara I wanted just ONE nice, decent guy to dance with or I was going to leave, cuz 3 hours of ass grabbin was enough. 5 min later I found one, but my knees were killing me by then from doing "How Low Can You Go" with Jen.
I feel plastered, and I didn't even drink anything last night. shit, oh well.

I only have one more day of school. But I'm stressed to hell and back because of procrastination, once again. So sorry, no poems. I have to go put together a career portfolio I should have had together awhile ago.

My life has gone to hell, and the only people I want in it cannot be here. These are times I think of "Ordinary World" By Duran Duran. If you want a poem, I'll be putting up it's lyrics later.

Believe Me, If All Those Endearing Young Charms

Believe me if all those endearing you charms,
Which I gaze on so fondly to-day,
Were to change by tomorrow, and fleet in my arms,
Like fairy gifts fading away!
Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art,
Let thy loveliness fade as it will,
And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart
Would entwine itself verdantly still.

It is not while beauty and youth are thine own,
And thy cheeks unprofaned by a tear,
That the fervor and faith of a soul may be known,
To which time will but make thee more dear!
Oh the heart that truly loved never forgets,
But as truly loves on to the close,
As the sunflower turns to her god when he sets
The same look which she turned when he rose!

Peace To The Slumberers!

Peace to the slumberers!
They lie on the battle plain
With no shroud to cover them
The dew and the summer rain
Are all that weep over them.
Peace to the slumberers!

Vain was their bravery!—
The fallen oak lies where it lay
Across the wintry river;
But brave hearts, once swept away
Are gone, alas! Forever.
Vain was their bravery!

Woe to the conqueror!
Our limbs shall lie as cold as theirs
Of whom his sword bereft us,
Ere we forget the deep arrears
Of vengeance they have left us!
Woe to the conquerors!

-Thomas Moore

Ok, lastnight [Shade Wolf] and I were going through the book "1000 Years of Irish Poetry: The Gaelic and Anglo-Irish Poets from Pagan time to the Present" and he said I should put some of these up even though they aren't mine. These are some that touched home to the both of us, they are all by the same poet. Enjoy!

Forever

Those we truly love never die,
Though year by year the sad memorial wreath,
A ring of flowers, types of life and death,
Are laid upon their graves.

For death the pure life saves,
And life all pure is love; and love can reach
From heaven to earth, and nobler lessons teach
Than those by mortals read.

Well blest is he who has a dear one dead:
A friend he has whose face will never change—
A dear communion that will not grow strange;
The anchor of a love is death.

The blessed sweetness of a loving breath
Will reach our cheek all fresh through weary years.
For her who dies long since, ah! Waste not tears,
She’s thins unto the end.

Thank God for one dear friend,
With a face still radiant with the light of truth,
Whose love comes laden with the scent of youth,
Through twenty years of death.

A White Rose

The red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathe of love;
Oh, the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.

But I send you a cream-white rosebud
With a flush upon its petal tips;
For the love that is purest and sweetest
Has a kiss of desire on the lips.

The Cry of the Dreamer

I am tired of planning and toiling
In crowded hives of men;
Heart-weary of building and spoiling
And spoiling and building again.
And I long for the dear old river,
Where I dreamed my youth away;
For a dreamer lives forever,
And a toiler dies in a day.

I am sick of the showy seeming
Of a life that is half a lie;
Of faces lined whith scheming
In the throng that hurries by.
From the sleepless thoughts’ endeavour,
I would go where the children play;
For a dreamer lives forever,
And a thinker dies in a day.

I can feel no pride but pity
For the burdens the rich endure;
There is nothing sweet in the city
But the patient lives of the poor.
Ah the little hands too skillful,
And the child-mind choked with weeds!
The daughter’s heart grown willful,
And the father’s hear that bleeds.

No, No! from the street’s ride bustle,
From trophies of mart and stage,
I would fly to the woods’ low rustle
And the meadows’ kindly page.
Let me dream as of old by the river,
And be loved for the dream always;
For a dreamer lives forever,
And a toiler dies in a day.

-John Boyle O’Reilly

(Sorry it's so long)

A found poem, compiled with actual quotes from slaves. This is what came to me and touched me.

Freedom, When?

"You're nothin' but a dog, you're nothin' but a dog."
"Beat her across the back and shoulders till she fell down."
"She was wooped so bad she didn't want to eat."
"If you don't want a woopin' at the stake, you do what I say."
"Whipping was not the only way of punishing."
"Then he turned around and wooped me, wooped me, and if that weren't enough, he burned out my eyes."
"You're nothin' but a dog, you're nothin' but a dog."

"We had what you might call a jail sentence."
"we couldn't walk like you can now."
"They sent two negro girls with me to ensure my return."
"If he hadn't been holding me I would've fall on back into the river."
"We had what you might call a jail sentence."

"I was not allowed to say good-bye."
"If you were bad they'd sell you."
"I was put on the block and sold."
"I was bought and sold three time in one day."
"I was not allowed to say good-bye."

"When we stepped across the broom stick and we were married."
"Spirituality helped many."
"He used to let me go all about."

The Call

A wind blows from the east,
I know not wither I should go.
The path of least resistance?
Or staying, fighting to the west?
My love lies east, but wait,
There is a call, echoed, echoed,
Many fold 'tis echoed, but where?
I know not withere it comes.
From the heart 'tis where.
Silence, 'tis soft and small.
Whither does this voice urge?
To find the one true love.
Changes come and changes go.
The higher, the slower they come.
But once you get hight enough
Nothing changes, nothing at all.
That voice, that one call,
It comes from the highest.
And I must get there.
But how?

A short one.

Nobody

Nobody to care for
Nobody to share with
Nobody to love forever
Nobody to know what you feel
Nobody to answer your call
Nobody to answer your scream
Nobody to help you out
Nobody to tell how you feel
Nobody to say "I do"
Nobody to care for you
Nobody to feel your pain
Nobody at all...

Dude...it was such a great night...why do I have to leave in 2 1/2 weeks!?

Starry Night

The stars shine forth
Lighting your sweet face
I finally find answers
No more having to chase

You've finally admitted
Under the soft star light
Your feelings for me
Are at their full height

But I must go away
Why must this happy night
Have a twinge of sad
As I must take flight