reverie

um, okay... sure why not... I'm been so racked for time lately i couldn't write anything... oh btw here's something i recently discovered. Um, if your really sick and you have really kewl vivid dreams at the same time. Then, it prolly means that your in the middle of bad fervor. Despite the fact that the dreams are really really kewl, it would really be in you best interest to wake up and get help and not just roll over and try to get back to the really kewl part... Also... if ever given the choice between the chicken or sushi on an international inflight meal, pick the chicken... Or better yet don't pick anything at all... stick with the juices... trust me on this... revery the dreamlost

hmm, don't recognize the song... though hootie's okay in my book... just okay though, they're alittle too shiny for my taste... revery the dreamlost

hiya... am recovering from short bout of food poisoning, so have loads of time now... plus am on vacation... so i figure i'd see what i could write in 5 minutes again... Gentleman start the clock: one, two, three, once again go.... Traveling this time again always going where i have not been It always sad to leave a friend Not always glad to begin again... Time cannot be stop or revived To a place where friendship thrived... If i leave behind, so be it then Now go forward now, and make ammends. ...... well not bad i suppose... a little cliche and nonsensical, but was fun... revery the dreamlost

hmm, sounds like culture shock to me... revery the dreamlost

hey um... just out of curiosity... that name wouldn't be from jordan's wheel of time series... nice poem too... nice rhyme scheme... cheers... revery the dreamlost Edited by: reverie at: 5/10/02 8:55:01 am

"the road to hell is paved with stuffed dogs" e. hemmingway -the sun also raises... ''Mass hypnosis. In a very orthodox form known as education" R. Pirsig (zen and the art of Motorcycle Maintance) on why people believe in gravity. "isaac newton is a very good ghost. One of the best. your common sense is nothing more than the voices of thousands and thousands of ghosts from the past. Ghost and more ghosts. Ghost trying to find their place among the living..." R. pirsig... same book same subject... revery the dreamlost "when in doubt, empty the magazine"(army proverb) the dream continues...

revery bows low... wonderful. revery the dreamlost "happiest are the singers" the dream continues...

I like it. Would be touched and honored if someone wrote it for me. *grins* It's always nice to get stuff like that. Oh well, try running into him this time. Should be fun revery the dreamlost "fuzzy wuzzy was a bear." (mother goose) the dream continues...

Wait a minute? So it wasn't about a beach ball? @$@$% i never get anything right. revery the dreamlost "rastafar..." the dream continues...

rev's list of why peredhil is cool. 1. He knows what a woobie is. That's all. Good night. the dream continues...

Okay then. Main Character: Phoebe caulfied from Catcher in the Rye. (or really any character frome any book that's not the focus) Emphasis: her point of view at the museum and the zoo. good luck. or you could try what i did once to break a block. (heh, well it actually created another one in the process too.) Ask someone to sum up their theme of life in a sentence or two. Then try to write it into a running theme or a poem from what you perceive to be there perspective. Sure you prolly be way off the mark, but that's not the point. It forces you to think in a way you normally wouldn't, thus the many thought tangents created from the exercise should provide all kinds of inspiration for other works. Hell, i'll even give you one of my motto's. "I love everyone except the people i hate." well, that's my two cents. take care, revery the dreamlost "if casey were only so bold, would we care what the story told." the dream continues... Edited by: reverie at: 3/20/02 6:15:25 pm

Nice poem. Um if you didn't write it first? then where you hear it from??? Anyway, I'm a kind of a slave to assonance, rhythm and rhyme, so this looks fun. Here's my variant on it. The shoe string untied, the child left alone The report left unwritten... -unwritten, alone. The girl that you cared for, that will never see. The unsavored memories that will never be. And all that you cared for, but now fail to show Will sicken you dearly -regretful, you sow. The moments not taken, that live in you mind, Remember you fiercely, then leave you behind Leave nothing unfinished, that hangs near you heart Or surely it will come back, and tear you part. A friend lost will torture and chafe like a soar. But a friendship recoiled bites crueler for sure revery the dreamlost "i like dots." the dream continues...

character: modern day knight a.k.a. the gordan's fisherman antagonist: 1000 cats. setting: Pern. goodluck writing nonsense is a good cure for any block... revery the dreamlost "once upon a time, the story always goes but i'll make it brief, but what started out with such excitement. Now i gladly end with relief." (a. mann) the dream continues...

um pardon, i'm new here. what's a miagik? nice site though, oh i love watching the news. revery the dreamlost "Come on Bob. We need ya Bob. No, don't hide behind that cloud. Bob? Bob! are you listening?( Big orange ball)" -anonymous the dream continues...

Triple Decker chocolate mocha cheese cake served on brownie foundation type thing. Call me sucker for redheads, but i'm casting my vote towards the dryads... hehe. revery the dreamlost "brrr, could somebody bump up the sun a few notches" the dream continues...

aieyah.

Still alittle pale from the ordel, Revery's jaw drops. Staring breathlessly above him, he gather himself enough to lets a long wistle go. -Woooow, nice reply. Good job what ever the heck you are? *smiles and applauds* -Lets see, Wyvern. Wyvren. Oh here it is. Main Entry: wy·vern Pronunciation: 'wI-v&rn Function: noun Etymology: alteration of Middle English wyvere viper, from Old North French wivre, modification of Latin vipera Date: 1610 : a mythical animal usually represented as a 2-legged winged creature resembling a dragon -oh i see, so your almost a dragon, but not quite. Well that's okay, 'cause i'm almost a dream. Anyway, it's broken_reveries@hotmail.com. Oh don't worry it doesn't mean broken dreams. There's enough broken things in the world without having to break those things too. revery the dreamlost "linophobia: fear of string" the dream continues...

Light a light, from within. If nothing's left then find a friend... If friends have gone, and all ignore Then be friend, and soath a sore. If tragidy, reflects all you see. A hateful rant, a shuddered plea... Then find a friend, from within... Embrace your brain, with all it's pain And learn to like, then maybe love Your tortured heart, broke short of love. The World turns cruel or kind to you, Rarely true, you knew, you knew... And wait a bit, you'll suffer it, Till nothing's left, just counterfeits. Tragic to see, reflected pleas You hum along, Self hating songs. Tragic to see, what does he mean? Roll back the black, and turn it green... Just look within, and find a friend. Try start with fun, and bloom again. Best too start small, a silly ball... A kitten cat, turned acrobat A spark to light, your candle bright. And when you laugh, you'll hold him tight. To enjoy again, that place within More often now, your mirror proud. To see you to, Your new, You knew. What was never true, you knew, you knew sigh... revery the dreamlost "what if i was romeo in black jeans" (m.penn) the dream continues...

Again Again? My friend again. When last you wrote- am I a joke If a should try, don't let me die Again, Again Again, my friend... --------------- Hi again Pen... Just dropping by to vent some more creativity. I'm short on time too, like Vincent, but that actually seems to help. Funny how that work huh? Castle walls, so silly they seem. To lock all out, to stare all mean. We huff and puff and blow you down. So maybe you come back to the ground We hear you talk and what you say, Now make some time, some time for play If we knock loud, then will you bend? To shed some light, to let some in... revery the dreamlost "I love everybody, except the people i hate." the dream continues... Edited by: reverie at: 3/18/02 5:41:12 pm

thanx...

Hiya, in a bind, short on time. gotta write fast - to make it last. Two lovers sit longing, looking out on the sea. One lover's a boy, only barely a 16. But he dreams of his fortune and what he could be. And the other just weeps 'cause she's sure she can't see -- herself in his eyes when he looks at the sea... A tear from green orbs... runs down her soft cheek And she knows he will leave her for what he could be. A boy could be lover, and adventurer be. But only wants truly to quest on the sea. okay gotta go... later revery the dreamlost "strike a beat, add repeat, do over again...) the dream continues... Edited by: reverie at: 3/18/02 4:19:08 am

write a letter. it's more personal. Good poem on time too. "There is a season turn, turn turn..." ecc. revery the dreamlost "mr. machine your not listening..." the dream continues...

Elders and Masters, the mages of old. Titantics Bard your stories well told Peace loving Saints, worth all of your rank. So ever so clever -you poet and tellers. One heralds the ancients of long long ago. A delight to all pages - how heros conqured past woes. always happy the endings, else exotic or strange... What else would you expect with some many --braaaaaaaaaaiiiiiinnnsss (winks at trimz) Hiya... Would like to join. Promise to cut down on etc marks Please. Can write sometimes-- quite well am told. Other times bad real bad or crazy or a mixture of all three, but always is much fun for me, revery. Not sure if you wanted orignal work or not. so am including both old and new. First old. like old test before new testestment. Here goes. One two three once again go... Weary Eyes(also on project aristotle) Weary eyes from sleepy fates Try to make the whole world great, Snipping threads for weaves misspun... A cutting floor of ruined fun... Sleepy fates forgetting love Require some, at times a shove... Someone call them, wake them up Remind them, of the treads they cut... Someone call them, wake them up... To answer then, for what was struck: Trim we will and trim we must A pity if we slice too much, Forgive for all the pain we cause. Allow some time for joy to pause... And down the line when one appears We'll be more careful with our shears. Weary eyes, from sleepy fates Control you lost, when love you take... The reins belong to those entangled To make amends of all you mangled. Free from what they cannot see Cut loose the web and let them be. Untying knots, would bind another To forget them one, would make all suffer. Clotho spins a frame to fit, Chaos rules, least we knit... Joy and sorrow must take their turns Cold or Hot, we all must burn. Misguide them, bind them, shroud all in dark Cruelest fates, you have no heart All who died, and all who left A sudden cry, love's last regret Pain in waves, must all this pass Leave joy alone; leave off your wrath. And if one must plead to weary eyes, Forgive us all theses fated cries. Though they try and send for guards Fate, pity not this lonely bard Do not explain, just make it right Forget your laws, forget we fight Embrace your brother, feel his pain Destiny's not a lofty reign Come then down, from where you stand High above, your false command... Cherish not your at random role See how life must pay the toll. Then leave it all, to the dice? Ataxic rule would be so nice... If all's to chance, an anarchic fate Eyes shut to all, a rest to take But spin we will, and spin we must Fortunes, lives: all in our trust Belonging not to you or whims For not you see, for whom we spin... Fate knits not for heaven nor for hell, But to worlds, where living dwell... 'Ordered change' through chaotic moves Crafts an age where all must prove That every life is all their own... A lovely thought, so it is known Let them play, let them pretend A delver's smile, a knowing grin Build you lives, as best you can And wonder not of guiding hands Weary eyes from sleepy fates Try to make the whole world great Snipping treads from weaves misspun A cutting floor of ruined fun... Trim they will and Trim they must Crafting lives when threads they cut... Streams of things and tangled strings Braided lives entwined in rings Shallow hearts and tired souls Heroic pride and sainted roles All lovely patterns, though snags abound All will end up on the ground... fin... --------------------------------------- Hi, still there pen? Okay now new. Everyone ready? Untited. apoligies to mr. joyce and my old old ex. Fountain lost his ball. A shiny green ball glowing bright in his head. This bothered him. Long again Sandra had put it there for him. To make him remember. To help him to forget. -Now fountain i'm putting this ball in your head she said. Hold still. Yoga's what you need. It'll fix you right up. -There now, green glowing ball has a home, said the yoga enthused one. Bally should be fine, i don't need him anymore. What a mess of conflicting emotions. Bally be a good sponge for that. So bally lived in Fountains head. So centered. It rested peaceful soaking up the rays of Fountain's day to day rage and anixity. Growing stronger everyday washing away the fountain boy's worries. (*author's note --bally is ball, not void. Void is nothing so therefore bally cannot be void. you dang wheel of time fans.) The hunger, your hunger it -never will cease. Even if now A Fountain finds peace. Tragic struck. Fountain found new friends to live in his head. -So i take this here pill type thing and no more rage huh, fountain asked Dr. Lithuim. -Sure take it, for three months and maybe a day. I swear it will make take all that unneeded color away, replied the Doc. Maybe i should have found a better line of work. Peddling pills that make the blue sky turn gray. So mellow, the boys find him one world only to play. But it makes them more happy or dependent or both. And ballys not needed only nothing a ghost... ------------ well i'm being kicked out of this cafe so bye... later revery the dreamlost "the world is vampire..." smashing pumkins the dream continues... " Edited by: reverie at: 3/16/02 4:59:32 am