Zariah

My worst fear(s) is/are: I will die and realize that because I haven't figured out my true belief system (secure in being Christian, just very insecure about what exactly I do believe in within that field), and go to Hell. Or That the belief system I have had all my life was worthless becuse I was really supposed to be another faith (Buddmist, Hindhu, Wiccan...others that I don;t mean ANY offense to) and I will go to Hell Or That I sin all my life and never get a chance to ask forgiveness of others or God and then I die and go to Hell. So it's really a fear of eternal damnation, but in several different circumstances that bother me the most. I mean NO offense to anyone. I am merely expressing my fear of not chosing the correct path and I think all religions and faiths are equally great for that individual. So PLEASE don;t be offended. If I still did offend someone, please PM me, and I will address a personal appology.

I would love to spend time with my childhood nanny, Kathy. She was the one who raised me while my parents were at work. From the age of 6 months, I was alone with Kathy every weekday while my parents went to work. Despite my lack of excellence in the memory department, I do remember things concerning my early childhood when they included myself and Kathy. She was an African American mother with children of her own who were grown with families of their own, but she was a widow and lived alone. Through her, I learned a lot about the value of family and how money is not important in the long run. I had invited her this past May to my graduation, and I was going to see her after 10+ years, but she was hospitalized. She was sad and called me to appologize. A few weeks ago she sent me a beautiful necklace and bracelet, and I feel guilty for not seeing her. So if I could, I would spend my evening with her. We would catch up on our past and present, and be the best friends we used to be. If I could go back in history, I would spend an evening with my Uncle Tom. I was too young to get to know him really really well, but he was my second father. I was really close to him, and my mom was super close with him. He was what tied our family together. He battled cancer and after 5 years of Kemo and Radiation, lost. Things have never been the same since. I would want to get to know who he was, because I am a young adult now, and could form a real friendship with him. *wipes the tears from her cheeks* If only things were different..... (sorry, this was really a hard thing to share.)

Sometimes I feel like flying South; Chilled Winter draws so near. A breeze blows in my trembling mouth; My cold eyes shed a tear. I pull my jacket 'round my neck, With no scarf to keep me warm. A soft touch from my lover's peck, Insures I'm in no harm.

it is now technically october 2nd...your time Peredhil....so...... Happy Celebration of your birth!!!!!!!!! lots of love, Zariah

Man, I Feel Like A Woman I'm sitting on this plane, eating my dinner, when all of a sudden the captain comes on the loudspeaker and tells us that the plane is about to crash land into the mountains. The next thing I know this woman from the front of the plane jumps up from her seat and starts screaming like a lunatic. "I can't die today! I WON'T die today! I am twenty-seven years old! I have been on countless dates and no one has ever made me feel like a woman! Please, I don't want to die like this! Is there anyone on this airplane that can make me feel like a woman?" The entire plane went from hysteria to complete silence. Then, from the back of the plane, someone stood up. He was a dark, tall, well-built, handsome man. "I can make you feel like a woman," was his reply. He started walking slowly down the isle to the woman, who was now shaking with anticipation. One by one he started unbuttoning his shirt buttons, revealing his rippling stomach muscles. He quickly took his shirt off, slowly reached for her trembling hand, looked in her eyes and said... "Iron this!"

(No offense to Peredhil or Nyyark) If there were 4 potatoes in a room, which one would be the prostitute? The one that's labeled "IDAHO"

The muffin Joke There were two muffins in the microwave. One muffin said to the other, "Gee! It's hot in here!" and the other cried, "OH MY GOD! IT'S A TALKING MUFFIN!"

Wow Rune! This is such a cute little story! I really like this a LOT. I think if we could pick a poem of the day, this would definitely be THE poem of the day! Hugs!

oh please please! Constructive criticism is ALWAYS welcomes by Zariah! Thank you! thank you!

Gently the breeze flows beside the mellow brook The golden leaves float toward a sea of orange Shades of Autumn pierce the grey sky above And so I think of how we once were pure I dip my chilled fingertips into the flowing stream My reflection glows like a speckled tear drop Sadness is all I feel in this natural haven And so I think of how we once were true Small beasts roam the forest ground I hear the rustling branches from afar As I watch the green grass turn to brown And so I think of loving you Somehow there is no day or night Arms reach around my trembling sides Surroundings spin according to my thoughts And so I pray for our renewed Spring

Yey Ny Ny! "kisses" ~143673~

Procrastination Pretending that there are other important things to do I Read or write or chat and ignore the priorities at hand. Other things “get in the way” and I am unable to Concentrate on what I should be doing. Rationally I know that I am being silly because I have An anthropology test tomorrow but I am so slow to get started. Still I am intent on staying here at the pen and make-believing Things are on hold, or that time has stopped for me. Interesting how selfish I can be, considering my behavior lately- Not going to classes, and sleeping all day. All this should be a huge sign that I need to get focused. Too bad that I have wasted away my parents money, but they Insist that I stay here, and so I shall rot away in college. On the other hand, I can have fun meeting new people, and finding New ways to procrastinate from my school work.

I really like this poem, particularly the visual imagery of being drunk.... " Sweet nothing comes fast cheek hugging the tiles" These lines stand out to me. Perhaps the phraseology....perhaps because your style meshes with mine in some ways. I like this. I will not make suggestions right now, unless you want any. You have a strong suit in writing both poetry and stories!

Eager to see through your windows, To the outside world of chaos, Yearning for the truth of reality, Where hunger is not mine- Tempt me to feel real pain, To suffer humanity's sins- Perhaps then, my disgust will subside, And I'll break free from inside.

There was a time when Lilacs' scent Touched gently upon my shoulder. A warmth led by breezes' fickle hand- you meant so very much. No longer do I smell those fragrant flowers, raining from the sky.... I'm always warm without your coat- And happier alone.

Alright! Congratulations to the proud daddy! Happy Birthday Samantha!

yey! happy to see u! Meowwwww....

Ny ny....well let's see. I like certain aspects of your poem, particularly your choice of words in the third stanza. Are you aware that the first stanza has a rhyming sequence to it? And then there is none in the second and third? Also, my idea would be to add punctuation for a deeper effect on the reader. I am glad you are writing again. Keep submitting poems and stories! ~crowgirl

I'd have to say Willow. I think witches are cooler than dragonslayers. And I really liked it when she dated that chick (I forgot her name). I think Alison Hannigan is a great actress, and her character is more down to earth. I know that whenever I watch the reruns on tv I am more interested in the sub plot of Willow that the main plot of Buffy.

Poor tiny birdy, Named after a fruit. You can't even fly, Yet still remain cute! Beak searching for food, Eyes focussed on dirt- Careful small kiwi, You might end up hurt! How quickly you move, Enjoying your roam. You don't belong here! New Zealand's your home!

Loki, I think that you have talent as a writer, and your self-confidence over the matter is a bit confusing. I do believe that this poem you sent as an application is one which is worthy of admission. But speaking freely (you may dislike me for my comments, but this is a place of honesty), your attitude toward being part of a community is lacking. You may think that I am "stupid" or something for being blunt, but here we view the Pen, as a community. PLease stay, just realize that we feel for you as you show pain, and we are all here to help you. This isn't some "shrink" house or anyhting, but we like to bond with one another. Whether we know each member on a personal basis or not, we all have common traits that bring us a feeling of community and we all know that we are not alone here. I hope that you stay, and that this place can grow on you. I hope that you can make friends here. Please don;t consider yourself already rejected...that's not for anyone to decide except for Wyvvern and also...yourself. Know that you are welcomed here no matter what attitude you decide to project, but know that you are missing out on what all the members here have to offer. Anyways, that is just some advice. Take it or leave it. PLease don;t hate me for my opinion...and know that just because I voice his. it is only my perspective and may not even be true.....

My superpower would be to be able to have a voice that is heard and responded to in terms of helping the current society learn how to be moral and kind to one another. In other words, to be a peacemaker and inhance better communications between people worlwide. (I am so very "heavy" as one says. I wanted to make a silly one too....so I hope that it's okay) My "silly" superpower would be that I could (on self -command) make people who laugh at other people blow out bubbles from their ears. Wouldn't that be so funny if mean people made comments about others and then they looked like the stupid ones! (As you can guess, people used to laugh at me in front or behind my back). Anywho...there's my two cents worth.

Perhaps.... We are college roomates, so a coexistence with civil conversation and common intrest in subjects such as college classes, study/chilling music, working out at the gym, and occasional dinner and a movies are there, but it will nevre be the same. The up part is the timing. It gives me more of an opportunity to get to know other people and become involved in capus activities. Who knows, maybe here I will find one or more lifelong friends. Until then, God will comfort the lonliness. And my comrads here at the pen.

There was no funeral. It had been expected for months. I had guessed things were wrong, But really, there were too many symptoms present for one diagnosis. Conversations weakened. 12 year old patterns diminished, like fire to a warn wooden bridge. Minutes together seemed like hours in the desert. I tried. Oh how I tried. Tried to nurture the problems to health. Only history held the limbs together. The more I thought about it, the more apparent it became. I was the ONLY one trying to keep us alive. Then one day we d r o p p e d dead. Our ashes crumbled in my trembling palms. There was no funeral. But still, I mourned.

:woot: Wow....I am impressed that you used long complicated words and fit them in the poem so well. I wish that I could do that.... :woot: