MythsPsyche followed her Hades into lustbecause she knew nothing else.The nymphs laid under Zeusand Echo was punished for saving their skins,and when she tried to loveshe was turned away,and the man she loved wasted awaybecause he could only love himself.And I find that I thought I found Hadesbut that was just a lie,because he was just a boy in disguisewho was hungering for something moresomething he couldn't find.And Narcissus was a furry mannothing like the Narcissus of the stories;a boy whom both women and men fell in love with.He was just selfish and could only fall in love withhimself.No one else would do.And then there was Eros of the storya cupid,or translated to Soul.He transcends boundariesand Psyche falls in love.Am I Psyche or am I just Aphroditewho is beautifulbut is becomes jealous easily,although she is married to the most powerful god.
Seeing Your PictureI see your pictureand my heart skips a beat.You're going to be in my armssoon enough.I swear at that timemy heart might just leap out of myribcage and spill onto the concrete.You'll be nice enough to either not noticeor help me put it back.Unfortunately thoughyou'll have to leave and I'll be stuckwith my heart just skipping a beatwhen I see your picture.
I'm Writing You A Love PoemToday in English we talked abouthow chivalry is deadboys don't write love poemsand girls are more feministic then ever.I told them we wrote for each otherthat I write poems for youand you write them for me (though you haven't yet)and that you were an example thatchivalry isn't dead(remember that day you opened the car door for me?)And guys do write poetrybecause I've read your workand I've known other guys to write poetry.The she tells us(the English teacher)write a love poem for extra creditand I cheered on the insidebecause I love writing words about youand how I love you and all that good stuff.I love remind people that you areno less than absolutely amazing.I love writing over and over that one memory;you and I watching "Walk The Line"and you singing in my earand we curled up together.And never enough can I say I love;riding and holding hands with you in the cartalking walks in the park,being close to each other,and just knowing you're mine.Perhaps aft
Growing UpA year agoand I was in the height of happinessor so I thought.I can't believe thatlittle dogssweaty guys on bikesafternoon naps around sketchy parentswasn't the best thing ever.My friends tell me"you seem so much happier now,"and I want to ask themwas I not happy then,was I just settlingand pretending to be content,was I a delusional little girlwho thought she had anythingand everything the in the palm of her hand?And I have wonder nowif I'm actually that way right now.That I'm delusional to think thata few weeks out of months will mean a lotdown the road when I'm olderat collegedealing with everyone else making outat parties that I won't go to becauseI'll feel like I'm betraying people.'cause it's hard enough in high schoolI can't imagine what college will bring.Then my mother chimes in"you need to grow up,you're eighteen now"and I love her to deathbut I don't want to grow upnot in this environment.I feel like I'm a carrot or a bean or somethingtryin
So Many Things To LoveI love driving;the feel of the wind in my hairduring summer days,the bass under my feet,going places I haven't gone before,being free.I love water;floating deep in the pool,scalding hot showers,relaxing baths,and the pounding rain on the pavement.I love words;words that fit to music,poetry in general,excellent novels,the imagery they give mewith out ever having to leave my room.I love connecting with people;the way they can make you feelso alive without doing anything in particular,the way you can relate,cheering them up,provoking thought in them.I love living;experiencing all that there is to experience,learning about others lives,forgetting I'm living at all.I love food;the way there are so many tastes,so many different cultures,how there's always something new to try,how it magically cures hunger.I love him;curling up and just sleeping,walking in nature without the sounds of cars,sharing our tastes in food,influencing each others writing,and driv
Comparisons Are Never GoodI can't help but thinkand compare and think some moreand compare.Am I better?Am I worse?Will I make the same mistakesthough I swear I won't?How can I make the same mistakesif I know about them before hand.Will everything work out?And then my thoughts transfer overto another comparisonto a different personbut the same thoughts.Am I better?Am I worse?Is she better?Is she worse?They're all just hypothetical,rhetorical if you will.I don't if I want an answereven though I know I have some.I want to be better.I don't want to make mistakes.I want to be wanted more thenevery one else because I find latelythat many people I thought caredreally don't care at all.False pretenses I must say.Can't we just be honest and sayI don't like you?
Time Go ByI find that more and moreI'm watching my life tick on by.I watch the digital clockon my phonethe time on the music playerthe analog clock over my posters.Both show me that I'm wastingmy time away.I lay in bedthinking that I'm watching time go by.I want to do something about itI think about how I could be more productive,yet,I continue to lay thereand watch time continue to go on by.
Free Plushie Patterns OnlineHere's a collection of links to sites outside of DeviantArt where you can find free plushie patterns. There are well over two hundred choices, so you're sure to find something you like.Remember, if you can't find exactly what you're looking for, try adapting one of the patterns. For example, a tiger can easily be turned into a lion, an elephant into a wooly mammoth, an elf into a goblin, or combine the upper half of a mermaid with the lower half of a pony to get a centaur.BEARSNight Garden Studios Jointed and Rag BearsBaby Bows BearScrappy BearSupriseDIY BearHug Me (EMS Bear)