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Poetry

This is only a small selection of my poems. All poems fall into one of two catagories:
1. My friends like them
2. They're one of my favorites

I have the name of the poem and a bit about it listed. Enjoy the wanderings of my mind and the whisperings of my "moose" (my muse). **NOTE: For all who do not know, cariadwyn is equivelent to soul mate**

The link image---- will bring you back to this page. It is located at the bottom of all the pages.

Anymore

I wrote this after a break up. The guy was and still is one of my best friends. The only problem is he's more like my brother than my cariadwyn. Trust me, I know the difference now, since I found both of those.

Aureus Aurora

Demented mutterings one night. Too much Latin during study hall I think.

Dream Time

I wrote one line a night on my door for a few nights. It's kind of a prayer, but not really.

Hopeful Scribulations

This is old. I found it while packing up my room to move out. It was originally supposed to be a song that my friend was going to write music for, but it never happened.

I Need

I was in a wishing mood and things were going horribly wrong.

I Sat With My Brother Instead

Ouch. This is all I have to say about this one. Bad coffeehouse experience.

I Want to Write But My Muse is Empty

Recent addition. Self explainatory I think.

Invisible

Another "on my door" poem. I just randomly wrote two lines before I left for breakfast and wrote two more at break before I ran up all the stairs in Mitchell.

Lancelet's #3

This was derived from a someone's reaction to me sending them the lyrics to Edwin McCain's "Guenivere". I was between my cariadwyn and my brother at that point. The song lyrics are linked at the bottom.

Laughter

Someone told me to "write a happy poem". This is it.

Nox Angel Watching

I got the idea for this one while running down the outside stairs from 2nd to 1st Lawrence.

Rain God

This was completely for my cariadwyn. Can I help it if he begs for this one? :)

The Insider

One of the earlier poems. I was at a down point and thought that I was the only person who really knew me and the only person I could depend on was me.

Three Tears

This was at the same time as the break up with the guy who I wrote Anymore for. Hey, it was the same guy as Anymore was for.

Voids I

RANT!!! Well, it is in poem form, isn't it?

Voids II: That Damned Black Glass Pool

Follow up to Voids I. It has a lot of the same imagery. See Cloth Heart in the rants section for reference to these.

Voids III

This year's addition to the "Voids" style...

Wine Roses

A guessing game. If I left the word "rose" out in the last line, you'd have to guess what I was writing about. Blame E-May for the idea, I got it from listening to one of hers at coffeehouse.

Wishing Well

Some thoughts I had one night wishing for various types of things.