Visualear's profile
AGE:
101
LOC: Minneapolis, MN
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: October 19
LOC: Minneapolis, MN
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: October 19
From the belly of birth I’ve had a great capacity to love, a great passion for dream weaving, and a grand ability to ride the torrent waves of living; surviving the power of people’s indifference, and my own
I.N.F.P. personality.
From the age of twelve, when I had read Ann Frank’s Diaries, and Virgina Woolf in the same week, I ripped out my English notes from my notebook, and made it my first poetic journal. I knew then that I wanted to be a writer. I wanted to express things that were lost in conversation. It came from a sudden realization that I could get out those things inside that felt so isolated, and trapped. Language helps me maintain my sense of wonder, my love of beauty, and the acceptance of suffering.
As an avid reade…
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never had a muse until now- From the first day-To the second-To the third- And then several that followed- Bringing me to now- On the sixth time I’ve listened to Bowie’s - “ Eight Line Poem” Filling the heart with Niagara falls on guitar- pounded but withstanding- finally running down river- To the pools of paradise- where piranhas are toothless and musically inclined-
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From the fog I've woken to find myself riding the white horse of clarity into the mists of Avalon where I had dreamed of a boy in men’s clothing, much like the wolf molding fairy tales As I emerged eyes still wet and mucky laying limp from weariness through my hair covered eyes I mumbled that I was still in love Not for long he said his steadfast belief that I was the one I was led by the reigns as I watched him unfold my delusions to reality a river of conundrums bridges of fe...
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The Cage of Yesterday has been opened…. The heart escaped the cage Of pent up memories And attachments of delusional hope The scope has been lifted My panoramic view The queue to the eight made its last hole A winning way out For my heart followed the right Path Its math turned out perfect My birthday present for my future We are creatures of trial and error For every pair Holds the face of impeccable timing
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It's finally feeling good, the room to breathe from a heart that knew it couldn't be filled. Moments of profound sadness of a loss so great penetrates my being and I'm left feeling perplexed but then love comes in from the world of people in my life, my family, my new friends, some old friends returning, and nature calls me to remember that all good things must pass and thus I feel the beauty of who I am and who I am becoming.
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you one too many times today In my mind of jumbled melodies made of picturesque visions Vexed in violet A pirate of child peasants Presence with peacock power Wearing a cape that belonged to Edgar Allen Poe A doe in the darkness My lioness to your lamb of reason A suit of crab underneath A new season a new life Of loving the spaciousness Surrounding Limits of Confidentiality of conformity of convention My own invention on the grounds of solitude where multitudes of Successes Carefully und...
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So far, it's capturing my interest. I've had dreams of bears and know that if a spirit guide existed in animal form, it would be mine. I read the whole story and was enthralled to the end, however the end didn't seem as deep as I thought it would end up. It was a bit flat. "she runs them all down." I think leaving that out would make it more powerful. Good overall story.
The first portion is perfect. The second makes me wonder about how you would know the floor is cold if it was covered in piss an inch thick. It still could be perfect if it's your intention to make the reader wonder this fact. The last portion is powerful with the wolverines thrown in at the end but I think you can do better as the previous was fully solid.
It moves like a nice sad song. I wanted to be her. I wanted to see the sunsets in the cotton candy.
Change my password please, and let me know when you do, and I'll try not to feel the fury of a man made Lucifer. (I doubt he would be crying after reading this.) I feel so violated, and trampled on. I knew you changed it AGAIN. It's only an e-mail account I've had for years, but if you don't change it back it's only me you'll be burning bridges with. The "Jealousy" password doesn't work.
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