- Last seen on Feb 12 7:49 PM 2008. Member since August 4, 2005.
- I'm a peridot parrot poet for 41 comments.
- I am a 15 year old girl (United States)
- I have 41 comments, 17 poems, 2 stories
My Poetry
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This love is cold as winter snow,
But can it make me float? -
Personal taboos
And malice schemes -
Heart of gold and gasoline
Fueling fire and kerosine9 lines, 5 comments, July 3, 2006. In Love
My Stories
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He Who Follows Closely173 lines, 2 comments, November 23, 2005. In <200 lines, Romance
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The Distant Raven
The distant raven waits quietly. Perching on its cactus, waiting for prey. The land is dry and empty. Dessert is seen from horizon to horizon. Some would c127 lines, 1 comment, August 4, 2005. In <200 lines, Depression
Guest Book
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emeraude irlandaise on August 12, 2006And then the great god of Literal Interpretations smote me on the mountainside....adept...river....Eergh. Sorry about that.
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Mystrvs De Asgard on November 8, 2005Fogmoon 9/November 9 (Your birthday)
- Day of Remembrance for Queen Sigrith of Sweden: When Olaf the Lawbreaker had been king of Norway for three years, he asked Queen Sigrith of Sweden to marry him. She agreed, but when he insisted that she give up her ancestral Gods Sigrith replied, “I do not mean to abandon the faith I have led, and my kinsmen before me. Nor shall I object to your belief in the god you prefer.” As usual Heathen tolerance was met with kristjan imprecations and a blow to the face. The wedding was off - depriving Olaf of political power that could have sped the christianization of Scandinavia. As it were, history tells us that the Heathens held on for over 300 more years in the Northlands. Hail Sigrith, defender of Asatru, and women of stubborn virtue!
