hmmm expanding one's writing skills

So as always I think role playign is good for your role play skills if you actually work at it. Its great practice. I had already mastered being a guy in role plays but one I had never tried was being a gay man. This took more effert then ever because I was a man that liked other men. Like how do gay guy's dance? Well luckily my partner in crime was a gay guy so I basically had some one leading me by the hand through this (not a bad idea) and indeed they dance like any one else. Note this was also hard cause well I don't dance with guys. I just have really bad luck with it. I'll dance with girls and I'll dance near guys but not with them. So yea this all was very helpful. I definately recomend doing something like this to the advanced writers but even they might want to start first by role playing the other sex first. Its best if you have a person who can judge if thats really how some one would act/think to roleplay with to correct you. But yea...

Solid Liquid

Horse nuzzles and lips at the nozzle end as I hold it spraying water onto his muzzle. He plays in the water, loving every minute and I grin loving his joy. Nothing is much better then some one you love loving life. I let my hand slide down his neck to his shoulder feeling the muscle and wet hair. There is a certain texture to a horse’s wet hair. Its not quite like anything else in this world. Wet fur turned into liquid silk that’s more of a solid then a liquid. I try to spray his shoulder once more but he starts nuzzling the sprayer once more. This is my happy place...

Old Relations

I loved you once.
And I might have loved you still,
except you kept pushing.

You kept leaning,
I couldn't take it.
Especially when you want my dog gone.
You knew better then that.
You can't remove her from my side.

You blamed me,
You said I was a horrible girlfriend,
You told me you put up with so much!

I was your everything!
I was your life and breath.
You thought of marrying me.
You never wanted to let me go.
I was your sunshine.

Some would say that sounds wonderful.
Girls daydream of it all the time,
Till they find out for real.
Its only nice when its some one you like,
And even then when its in moderation.

I couldn't deal with it.
I was wonderful to you,
As you sucked away my life force.
You acted as a parasite,
Taking and never giving,
And I dealt with it,
Till I was on deaths door.

I never burdened you with my troubles,
I never stopped talking to you,
I told you everything,
And let you enjoy my life.

Now you won't stop seeking me,
Seeking my life,
You won't let me move on.
You traumatize me with this self hate.
Self hate for not loving you,
Self hate for hurting you.

Just let me go.
Its closing on a year.
Why?
When you have another,
Do you persist?
You love her you say,
But really you still love me.
You need to let go but you can't,
And I suffer for it.

Please,
Just let go...

Sick

ugh... Chest colds suck! And thats about as much enthusiasm I have left in me for today... I laugh because I still have my braids in from U.S. History when I was so bored I just started braiding and then later I just put my hair up... Well they're still there! I wanted chicken noodle soup cause that really does make me feel better but instead I'm stuck with turkey which doesn't work nearly as well... It helps but not like chicken noodle...

Out Riding

Dogwoods protected for years almost grace the tree tops. White flowers in a world of green and brown. Butterflies that seem to be made from dogwood petals flutter past as we pass. Nevermind you, they're on a lazy mission for nectar. I sit back in mid jump barely keeping from knocking my horse off his course as one flies infront of my face. We come to a walk and I gaze at the grass as if I were a starving horse. Its that goregous, nutritious green of spring grass that only pops up in the best of land. This is haven. But its a shrunken haven because just ten feet away is an end to the woods. There area is developing and closing off. This slice of happiness is an island surrounded by sea water. Pretty on the top but choking and bad for life, other then itself.

McCarthy is gay. Literally.

Joesph McCarthy was gay. Of course I picked him for my project after my teacher told me tooo. At the time I had no clue who he was. Now what the hell do you think is going to be in my power point? Of course theres going to be rainbows, and flaming hot pink and everything else I can think up that is gay. Its a fact. I thrive on making fun of people who put themselves out in public eye that might try to conceal something like that....

Don't get mad. Get glad.

So on the back of a glad garbage bag box there are instructions on how to close the trash bag then take it out of the trash can and throw it out. Why don't they have instructions on how to open the bag and place it in the trash can? They really should fix that. Preferably to take off the instructions... I think it came about cause they needed some good looking design for the box.... I'm not positive but how do you sue for a garbage bag not coming out of the trash can right? I mean thats the only reason I've seen for stupid instructions... God this world is sad...

Life & Strawberries

The round heart shape of the strawberry with green leaves gracing the sides makes me smile. A box of strawberries represents spring, which in turn represents life. And life to me is the happiest thing in this world. Life is my dog, my horse, and especially my pony. My dog lives life in innocences, my horse lives life in acceptances, and my pony lives life! No matter what it throws at him, he lives. My role models of life and happiness. They're strawberries.

Musk Rats.....

So the jack russles got a musk rat today. This was the second time I've had a live, wild, never been near humans in its whole life animal lay at my feet waiting as I beat those damn dogs off of it with a riding crop... It was amazing. This tiny, musk rat beat up 5 jack russles. These are good rat, groundhog, and even coon, jack russles. I mean if two of them can take one a coon pretty well five of them should definately be able to kill anything else that comes in they're way, but this tiny musk rat didn't get a hurt at all. It was missing a couple of patches of fur. Thats it! And beleive me I was rather close cause at one point I was squating down next to it. I could have easily pet it if I had wanted to. The Jack russles had actually gotten beaten up. Ber ber is the worst of all. She has a gash on the back of her leg and her face is all cut up. Luckily there were no puncture wounds.

Passion

Green and brown of life surrounds us on all sides. I hang half out of the saddle as I dodge and slip around the treacherous leaves reaching to slather their itching rash oil onto my skin. I slide back into my saddle never loosing balance as my horse carefully trots down the path slipping past twigs and branches as water flows around a rock in a stream. The end is not of thought, nor is the begining, because this is just about us. We are one and yet two. We are a team once again. THIS is my passion. There is no other word for it. My passion. To ride. Not the little steps and dances that competions ask of us. There is no agility to those. Cross country in the hrose world is nice manicured tracks with brush jumps and ramps. It is not true cross country. It is not the pony express. Its not a boy riding fast as the wind to get to his mother's side. It is not the tale of a knight riding his one true companion to be by his lady's side long hard war. I want to be put through real tests. I don't want to ride for endurance. I want to come upon obsticals and jump them as if I were jumping the moon. I want to push my talent to its limit! I want to show the world what a horse really can do.

Waiting

Waiting paitently beside the phone,
Your call would be the one,
That I long for,
Thus tormenting myself so...

Just to hear your sweet voice again.
Just to know,
I would again feel your sweet body,
And kiss your sweet lips,
Thus feeling your sweet love,
Once a'more...

To know I was your's
And belong to some one,
Because then I knew,
Some one wanted me.
Knowing some cared about me.



I might work with this later... I have no clue though. Ha Haa... I worked on it some more actually...

Pink

When I was little pink was my favorite color. As I got older I changed over to blue. I still have a soft spot for blue but, then I changed to black, and gray is always good, and now though its so many colors. I like pink once more and start to like purple, green is still hiding in the back ground, but the one color I still don't like is orange. Orange is a good fruit and a lovely juice but as a color I can do with out. I don't feel for yellow as much either, but a yellow flower is kinda catching. Red goes with black and i don't mind it so its not that I just don't like warm colors, its just orange is so orange. And Mr. Wilson doesn't like the pink highlighter! He didn't assign it a job! Does he think its not worthy of a job?! Is he calling it stupid?! It is a blonde's best friend but, we all know blonde's aren't stupid! Mr. Wilson is insulting pink and blondes! OMG!!!!

(Seriously thats all a joke but Mr.Wilson seriously didn't assign pink a job in this short story manuscript.)

People

People are evil beings. They hurt each other constinatly and on purpose. Its disgusting how we think we're right and everyone else is wrong. I sound so hypicritical but I don't care cause I hate myself sometimes for this... I love animals for the reason that they are always there for you. No matter what.

Post-Prom

Well prom was awsome! It was alot of fun and I met an awsome girl from falston. Heres the typical life sucks though. I only danced with one guy the whole freaking night and that was a guy I use to like who's girlfriend was the falston girl. He didn't even dance to the whole song with me. It was sweet of him though. My best guy friend I didn't even get to talk to really cause this bitch decided he was her and some other girl's date. When I had been talking to him they had been off doing other stuff and I was definately not impeding them from talking to him. I love him as a friend but thats it. I was not gonna stop any other girl from doing anything with him. So instead of getting kicked out because I probably wouold have gotten into it with the girl if I had told her to bugger off I went off and had a real damper on prom. This is the only prom I'm going to ever have here. I'm moving in two and half months. Five days after schools out I'm moving to Kentucky. So I'm alittle pissed at this girl... Sorry for the sucky post for today but I'm in no mood to write about anything else...

Prom

Busily bustling around like a psyco path trying not to hurt the nails. Can't mess them up they were 35 dollars in the end. Run, run get the make-up, hair, any thing else you need. Make sure you have stuff for spending the night!

Hall way madness

A solution to our hall way madness.

Little pod cars zooming through the air. To turn right you go down grazying along the floor almost touching/ Need to turn left fly high and duck your head cause you're gonna become familiar with the cieling. In the class you just lower to the floor and turn your pod off cause its also your desk and if you lean forward and turn around in your see you can get into the back of your pod which is also your locker.

Ugh...

sleep eats away at my mind
As I try and calculate trig
No moment for ORlando
the dirty old man
wants me to think
and when I can't
he gives me a look like
You sped.

I rack my brain and
Mangage to beat out the other girl
Even though she got a full nights sleep

By CW I'm shaking
low blood sugar and no sleep
Not a good mixture.

Lunch sets me right!
To walk into a bathroom
Of strench fromt the bits of hell
And I worry about meeting my lunch
Again.

Ha Ha I published something today!

MySpace

My space rocks my socks,
Guys flirt with me like non stop,
Cause I flirt with them.

Ah hahaha I suck at those... Oh well.

Amanda Bynes rules,
And I'm practicaly bi cause,
Of my liking her.

Oh this is interesting...

First Meetings

Upon first meeting you,
I knew it was going to be
Something special.

I knew you would easily
Capture my every shard of attention,
And hold me entrapped in you.

I knew,
Oh I knew,
But I didn't turn away.

Cause who could turn away
From something so interesting as
A man who would do so much
Great annihilation.

Body Language

I don't notice eyes.
Not really, atleast.
People say they're
The window to your soul
And they can be,
But the body tells so much more.

Not to mention,
That short people
Have to really stare up hard
To get a glimpse of a tall person's.
And when you stand real close,
Like I love to do,
You can't ever really
Get that good stare going.

So I get annoyed with friends,
When they ask me,
What color are his eyes?!
Cause if I like the guy.
I'm snuggled up close,
Not moving an inch away.
No matter if I can't see into his soul.
Cause I've got my window,
In is body.