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  • Ocean Gypsy : Ocean Gypsy on June 7
    The ocean has been turbulent for some time now, waves are wistful...losses have created whirlpools of sadness...

    I remember stone blue, you...

  • Concrete Angel : DAMMIT!!! on May 4
    ARG! Missed ya by 2 hours! If only I would have snuck online a little bit sooner while working. LOL.
  • Desiree Darkk on April 10
  • Katilina on April 7
    No lilacs for me?
  • Concrete Angel on March 31
    *Wanders in wearing a tan trench coat* Ya ever gonna post anything again? I miss the beauty of your words flowing so... beautifully. heehee. I do miss reading new poems. Here let me give you some incentive... *Unties coat and flashes you* There... now write! LMAO. Couldn't help myself
  • Concrete Angel on October 20, 2008
    POST SOMETHING
  • Concrete Angel on September 11, 2008
    Hey you! Miss you lots! Have you gotten any of the mail I sent to you? I made sure to send you a lot of porn spam
    luv ya
  • Concrete Angel on July 11, 2008
    GAH! Stop doing THAT! LOL. Have you gotten any of the e-mails I've tried sending ya? I've sent a few. How's you been doin? I miss ya!
  • Katilina : Kate Bush, Wurthering Hieghts on February 13, 2008
    Out on the wiley, windy moors
    We'd roll and fall in green.
    You had a temper like my jealousy
    Too hot, too greedy.
    How could you leave me,
    When I needed to possess you?
    I hated you. I loved you, too.

    Bad dreams in the night
    You told me I was going to lose the fight,
    Leave behind my wuthering, wuthering
    Wuthering Heights.

    Heathcliff, it's me, your Cathy, I've come home. I´m so cold,
    let me in-a-your window

    Heathcliff, it's me, your Cathy, I've come home. I´m so cold,
    let me in-a-your window.

    Ooh, it gets dark! It gets lonely,
    On the other side from you.
    I pine a lot. I find the lot
    Falls through without you.
    I'm coming back, love,
    Cruel Heathcliff, my one dream,
    My only master.

    Too long I roamed in the night.
    I'm coming back to his side, to put it right.
    I'm coming home to wuthering, wuthering,
    Wuthering Heights,

    Heathcliff, it's me, your Cathy, I've come home. I'm so cold,
    let me in-a-your window.

    Heathcliff, it's me, your Cathy, I've come home. I'm so cold,
    let me in-a-your window.

    Ooh! Let me have it.
    Let me grab your soul away.
    Ooh! Let me have it.
    Let me grab your soul away.
    You know it's me--Cathy!

    Heathcliff, it's me, your Cathy, I've come home. I´m so cold,
    let me in-a-your window
    Heathcliff, it's me, Cathy, I've come home. I´m so cold,
    let me in-a-your window.

    Heathcliff, it's me, your Cathy, I've come home. I'm so cold.
  • Katilina on January 11, 2008
    Hey there, I just wanted to say that I miss you very much. I haven't talked to you lately. I am worried I hope you are okay. call me soon
  • Katilina on November 21, 2007
    Hey there mister, I am up in Idaho Springs right now. My grandma transistioned two days ago. I was here with her, its been a long ride. My birthday is Friday/ Miss u
  • Concrete Angel on November 14, 2007
    You're in A 420 Stoner Society? WOW... lol. Sigh, wish I could get on more often.
  • Katilina on November 5, 2007
    Miss you my lovely poetic friend. I am here for you too. I just wanted to tell you thank you!
  • Katilina on October 15, 2007
    Andy are my poems crap? I know I nned to edit a lot, but maybe I am only fooling myself
  • Katilina on October 7, 2007

    I have become I ventriloquist of my own soul, between the lines and division and the walls created to protect those who feel to strongly from the start. Pushed aside and backed into barbwire fences. Love is a deep root to plant. Too tough is the soil that lays under frozen top soil. It’s still to early to plant seeds in March. Spring break came to soon this year. I have two days to forget about you, before I have to see you Monday morning. Such will be the masquerade, that I will cast upon the stage, for I was the actress that was made by a director like you. You taught me the scene of love by night denial by day, you made me memorize every line well. I think it was the lunar eclipse that brought you into me life.



    OK another poem in the first stages of poetic ramblings.
  • Katilina on October 7, 2007
    Circles

    I sit by the Colorado river skipping stones
    Watching each stone fashion bulleted epicenters
    across my mirrored surface.
    I see you in every ephemeral middle.

    And I see you in every equidistant distortion
    rippling from the centre, and dancing across my aqueous aura,
    passing the coyote willows, rippling through the red canyons,
    and dwindling to the sea.


    Just the poem I am working on, nowhere near done.
  • Katilina on October 5, 2007
    I have your dog tag on my bed post
  • Katilina on September 23, 2007
    here is a poem I am working on but now where near done -k-


    I sit by river sides and waterways skipping stones across my reflection.
    Watching each stone create trailing epicenters across my mirrored surface.
    In each ephemeral middle I see you.


  • Katilina on September 23, 2007
    Therefore we value the poet. All the argument and all the wisdom is not in the encyclopaedia, or the treatise on metaphysics, or the Body of Divinity, but in the sonnet or the play. In my daily work I incline to repeat my old steps, and do not believe in remedial force, in the power of change and reform. But some Petrarch or Ariosto, filled with the new wine of his imagination, writes me an ode or a brisk romance, full of daring thought and action. He smites and arouses me with his shrill tones, breaks up my whole chain of habits, and I open my eye on my own possibilities. He claps wings to the sides of all the solid old lumber of the world, and I am capable once more of choosing a straight path in theory and practice.

    Emerson
  • Katilina on September 4, 2007
    Why do I always miss you when you ring my bell. Thank you for trying. My botfriend and I broke up. Blah. Why the human need for love?
  • Katilina on September 3, 2007
    Andy, how the heck do I feature one of my poems? I have a lot of points I need to dispose of somehow. I need to post more poems. I leave a lot of comments but no reads my poems. Diaster.
  • Katilina on August 31, 2007
    Hey there mister how are you. I am at home now
  • Katilina on August 28, 2007
    Thank you for all your support over the years. i am glad to have you as one of my true friends. I hope I can make it to the coast someday. YOU ROCK. Do you like Buckethead?
  • Mari Goes on August 25, 2007
    Post something!
  • Katilina on August 24, 2007
    An island?
    Yes, everyman is his own island because we can never fully understand another's pain. Compassion is what binds us together.

    You should come visit my island, Andy.
  • Katilina on August 13, 2007
    This author is great because he has been my friend for a long time. Andy, thanks for keeping in touch. I am glad that you are going back to school. I am too, I promise. I am sad that I can't go this semester because of money. Anyways Miss ya a lot!
  • swankylady on March 1, 2007
    seems that other people feel thqat way too.
  • swankylady on March 1, 2007
    i wish you would send me a message... you know say hello once in a while.
  • Desiree Darkk on August 25, 2006
    Another person who vanishes in thin air without a trace. I guess you don't know you're supposed to check with me before you take off. How ya doing Hugey?

    Desiree
  • Katilina on November 18, 2005
    Andy I miss you. I hope we haven't forever lost touch now.
  • swankylady on October 25, 2005
    i still owe you a drawing.

  • Katilina on September 21, 2005
    Thanks sweet cheeks for not writing as you promised. :0) I miss you baby lips. WRITE ME
  • Ava Noire on July 20, 2005
    Thanks hun. Sorry I missed ya. It was good to see you on and I can't wait about that new poem
  • earthlygoddess on April 27, 2005
    thank you dear, for what you said about my photography...you made me smile.
  • Katilina on April 26, 2005
    YOU BETTTER SNAIL MAIL WE HAVE BEEN FRIENDS WAY TO DAMN LONG> PLUS YOU MADE ME A PROMISE ALONG TIME AGO> YOU SAID I COULD DO WHATEVER I WISHED TO DO ON YOUR ISLAND. WHATS YOUR ADDRESS I CANT FIND THE ENVELOPE
  • Katilina on April 9, 2005
    Thunder’s up and the real live wires are talking
    Set me straight as the rain falls on New Orleans
    Silver bells ring for treaties made by starlight
    For Southern girls and their faces lit by fire-flies
    And through the gutters there will be water
    Running wilder than the sea and as the rain comes down
    A thousand circles fade like you and me
    They cal us lovers because our bony legs are tied
    Once more to seed, but there ain’t nothing I won’t risk
    To set this bird of love fly free
    Shake your hair out and come and dance with me
    We are lonely with no good need to be
    Where the river grows wide to kiss the sea
    Floods the delta and lovers’ eyes can see
    Tonight is hot and there’s no wind from the ocean
    I hear the drums as they bang across the water
    Voodoo bells ring for treaties made by starlight
    Forgotten gold and greed and fear at midnight
    And through the gutters there will be water
    Running wilder than the sea and as the rain comes down
    A thousand circles fade like you and me
    They call us lovers because our bony legs are tied
    Once more to seed, but there ain’t nothing I won’t risk
    To set this bird of love fly free
    Shake your hair out and come and dance with me
    We are lonely with no good need to be
    Where the river grows wide to kiss the sea
    Floods the delta and lovers’ eyes can see
    Do you remember how we held each other tight in sorrow
    Does it haunt you still?And in a single raindrop I can see all our tomorrows
    Baby, can’t you too?


    William Topley



    I got your message in my box. :0)
  • Katilina on April 1, 2005
    My heart knows only sorrow because of loves tepid waters.
    Never strong enough to warm my heart.
    Seems strange though my friend,
    These years that pass.
    You are one of the Deathless ones,
    And I a hungry writer at your side.

    In four days pass I will open my box and see.

    Katilina
  • Ocean Gypsy on March 14, 2005
    Hi Andy,

    It's been a long time, huh, but I knew that name on my author page almost instantly....Hope you are doing well, I like your new name, it's "Blue" afterall!

    I don't come here much anymore, but I will start reading again eventually.

    Be well, ~ Ce
  • swankylady on February 22, 2005
    Looking for bunnie ears are you?
  • Desiree Darkk on June 17, 2004
    3 hours ago? You mean I missed ya?????
  • F Etc on June 13, 2004
    would i?
  • F Etc on June 13, 2004
    its not sweaty

    bites u
  • F Etc on June 12, 2004
    well they were obviously men in drag, did you sleep with any of them?
  • F Etc on June 11, 2004
    its just for show im a lady i dont sweat
  • Mari Goes on June 11, 2004
    Don't you think it is about time to post a new poem? Write about fresh-air-dry...lol
  • Desiree Darkk on June 9, 2004
    Yea well construct this
    haha
  • F Etc on June 5, 2004
    neato. comic book geeks are cool
  • F Etc on May 26, 2004
    but I'm the stalker. when you gonna stop being secret squirrel??
  • Clairerotica on May 19, 2004
    Thank you for taking time to read my work, I'm very pleased you enjoyed it. Deeply Always, Claire
  • michael adams on May 12, 2004
    under construction?
    ah, sigh
    Edited on May 12, 2:29 because 'i can't spell'.
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