Signe

*laughs!* I've also seen a couple Orlans and said much the same thing to them.. they must think we're crazy people.

*laughs!* thank you very much Wyvern! That was VERY entertaining. *BIG hugs*

This is actually a song but I'm bloody well not singing it for anyone despite the fact that I've been bopping around the computer room humming it for half an hour now. ;oP

 

Do you want to see a sexy man?

The sexy man who's called Orlan!

He'll make you curl up your toes

He has women lined up in rows!

He's Orlan, a Man of Terra

He'll make you not want to share- ah!

He's hot and he's oh so yummy,

Just look at that board-flat tummy!

Now go see the sexy man,

The sexy man called Orlan!

 

Dares go out to... Gyrfalcon and Ayshela!

Thanks, Ayshela. http://www.themightypen.net/public/style_emoticons/default/ohmy.gif) so many of my closest friends I've never met in the flesh, and my in-laws are in Australia, so when a friend of mine suggested a blog as a means of sharing the fun with the people who care, it seemed perfect! And it's been a lot of fun so far. http://www.themightypen.net/public/style_emoticons/default/ohmy.gif)

Hey, if any of you lot are interested in the only sort of writing I'm doing these days, I'm blogging here http://chrisnkimberly.blogspot.com/ in typical (for me) obsessive fashion. ;oP

thanks everyone. http://www.themightypen.net/public/style_emoticons/default/ohmy.gif) I've never been happier! And it's great to have the good wishes of so many people I love, like, respect.

 

*BIG hugs for everyone!*

meep?

well, I was planning on writing out a post that was all roleplayish for Wyvvy, and one full of news for Regel (HUGE hugs for you!) and I will, but this morning I can't because I'm all wiggly and I can barely sit still!!! Last night at 11pm while we were curled up in front of a roaring fire listening to the wind howling outside, Chris (who some of you will remember as Candarius the aussie) proposed and I very happily accepted.

 

*lol* we NEVER get thunder or lightening, and that was REALLY big, my cats had a fit. I'm pretty sure they'd never seen an electrical storm at all before, let alone one of that magnitude.

 

*hugs for Panther!*

*EXTRA big hugs for Peredhil, and big red lipstick-mark leaving kisses on Peredhil's cheek and the Portrait of Zool*

 

Merry Christmas and all that jazz to both of you. http://www.themightypen.net/public/style_emoticons/default/ohmy.gif)

 

(Peredhil, I sent you a Christmas card so I hope you haven't moved. ;o)

I can't even think how much has happened since I was here last. I finished my degree in English and History, discovered I'm deathly allergic to narcotic-class painkillers the hard way, got a job, went on sick leave from said job because of tendonitis or carpal tunnel, we don't know yet which it is, went back to work, and had my contract end. it's been a busy year!

 

*BIG hugs for Rev*

From around a dark corner peeps a face known to some. Dark hair, red lips, red horns. The rest of her follows, the tiny seasonally silver bells attached to her tail ringing out in time with the swaying of her bottom. She smiles, her eye teeth just slightly too prominent, adjusts her santa hat, and goes looking for her harem.

 

(Merry Christmas you guys. http://www.themightypen.net/public/style_emoticons/default/ohmy.gif)

Thanks everyone. http://www.themightypen.net/public/style_emoticons/default/ohmy.gif) Yesterday was definitely one of my best birthdays ever, and I appreciate all the kind wishes.

 

And happy belated birthday Sorciere!

 

Love to all from Charlie the superTuna!

 

;o)

this isn't so much a sig as it is a drawing I did of myself while trying out my friend's tablet, but Signe's Webpage has a gallery of sigs I've made for myself and others.

 

Satellite Song

Coming home at night

to a lonely cold apartment

and the cold remains of breakfast

on a plate

the neon glare

fron the store across the street

casting wierd and shallow shadows

on rumpled quilts and sheets

Her clothes like in a puddle

on the cheaply rented floor

Discarded til tomorrow

when they're needed once more

Her shoes left in the hallway

in a parody of steps

by the locked and bolted door

that keeps the world out when it shuts

the quiet pad of barefoot feet

from door to silent phone

pause in hope of a blinking light

and reluctantly move on

She curls up tight

on her bed late that night

and she's wishing on a satellite star.

 

 

Take one step forward

try not to fall back

the terrain behind

is covered with cracks

Don't look behind you

don't ever regret

darkness might find you

it's hovering yet

The past is a millstone

a dead albatross

a sinking abstraction

give it up for lost

Just keep on going

abandon what fell

a fallen companion

leave them as well

All that's important

all you hold dear

let go piece by piece

but don't shed a tear

Just harden your heart

and armour your soul

ignore the voices

that scream and cajole

Dream of forgiveness

dream of the light

dream of an end

but don't give up the fight

This isn't in any sort of order, but what it IS is nearly every piece of poetry I've ever written that I can still stand to have anyone see. *smiles*

 

 

There's a siren's call in darkness

There's a lover in the deep

There's an appeal in raving madness

It whispers me to sleep

 

Strange pleasures in self destruction

Sweet flatteries of pain

Singing of seduction

With it's inevitable shame

 

 

:dragon4:

 

 

Immerse myself in you and drink you up

then cast you off and move onto the next

each drink each drought each soul drank every drop

it's mate in me consumed and me bereft

that which should bring me light brings me but dark

that which should fill me up burns me away

a hollow vessel drained without a mark

oblivion of night spun out of day

the surface growing thin before it breaks

light passing through throws truth into relief

death of the blank facade that hid the ache

and cognizance of causing others grief

the shattered pieces fall and some are lost

a vain attempt to pay the heavy cost

 

 

:dragon4:

 

There's a siren's call in madness

and it's lulling me to sleep

a sweet song of lustful sadness

that begins a slimy creep

across the web of my undoing

and the fabric of my mind

and the threads are slowly skewing

tarnish taking their bright shine

 

And I know my time is ending

and there's nothing I can do

but somehow I keep defending

my memories of you

 

:dragon4:

 

Something unlooked for

unnoticed

unseen

Something not planned for

not called for

forseen

Something not asked for

desired

or dreamed

Something that answered

an unspoken

need

A voice in the dark

continued

til dawn

And a wistful smile

that's lingering

on

Constant distractions

and tangents

are gone

Leaving just questions

and 'what-ifs'

undone.

 

 

:dragon4:

 

 

So I wake up

and I was dreaming about you

and I'm wishing you were here

to make love to me

like you did in my dream

but you're not

so I grab my towel, and I head for the shower

and I step under the hot water

and let it caress my body

sensuously touching my face

my neck

my breasts

planing down my stomach and over my hips

drawing my nipples back up

into the hardened state I awoke in

and the water is hot

so hot that when I lean back

against the cool wall of the shower

it feels good on my skin

so I close my eyes

and I cup my hands over my breasts

imagining they were larger, rougher hands

your hands

and my hand slides easily over my slick skin

down over my stomach

and still I imagine it's yours

and I find that I'm wet

in the aftermath of dream I had

and so my fingers slide into myself

only they're really yours

and not mine at all

in my head at least

and my knees start to feel weak

but it's okay because I lean back against the wall

and my toes curl

squeaking on the bottom of the tub

and I arch up into the water

reaching for an absent lover

and any sound I make is drowned

by the rushing water

and then I turn

and press my forehead against the cool tile wall

and the dream begins to fall away

and I feel you leaving with it

even though you were never really here

and then I'm alone

well I always was

but now I feel it

and there's nothing to do but wash my hair

and scrub my reddened skin

and turn off the water

reaching through the steam for my towel

to dry off the last evidence

the last lingering reminder

 

 

:dragon4:

 

if I were made of wax

or sugar

I could dissolve

molecule by molecule

pulled away by the hot water

streaming out of the shower head

counterclockwise down the drain

wind up in the ocean

formless, thoughtless

painless

the hotter the water

the faster I would melt

but I'm not

instead the water sheets off

breasts, arms, hips, thighs

pooling around my feet

and the hotter the water

the redder my skin

and the steam makes it hard to breathe

and my head floats higher and higher

but not far enough

never away

and the water makes my hair heavy

and it pulls me back down

until I reach over

eyes closed

and turn the water off

still here

not wax

not sugar

flesh.

 

 

:dragon4:

 

Tick tock tick tock

another second gone

hours and minutes rushing by

until the day is done

 

On Monday you left

you flew away from me

I started writing this silly poem

now the rhymes won't let me be

 

Tuesday it really hit me

that you're actually gone

not here to keep me company

that really just seems wrong

 

Wednesday I thanked the heavens

that your trip was nearly half done

and I counted on my fingers

the days that were still to come

 

Thursday I really missed you

like the deserts miss the rain

I think that's the line,

from that poignant refrain

 

Friday I truly wondered

if I'd survive til you got back

I moped and whined and whimpered

and really felt the lack

 

Saturday you were nearly here!

Just one more day to go.

I fretted and waited and wanted you back

spent my day pacing to and fro.

 

On Sunday I waited

for your joyful return

I waited with breath bated

what the heck rhymes with return?

 

the days follow each other

like a child's chugging train

running into one another

in the confines of my brain.

 

 

:dragon4:

 

If I hold my tears today

I will not cry tomorrow

The sobs that do not have their way

Cannot betray my sorrow.

 

Though my eyes are bright with tears

And my throat is choked with hate

I will not show your eyes my fears

I’ll hold on and I will wait.

 

And so I smile and blink away

The tears that blur my eyes

Although I wonder if this price

Is worth the final prize.

 

 

:dragon4:

 

Yesterday I woke up from a beautiful dream

Only to find out things aren’t what they seem

Swirling and changing, never the same

I don’t even know where to put the blame…

 

:dragon4:

 

 

A headlong fall from a perilous height

With a stormy sea there to cradle me.

My heart burns white through your endless night

*missing line

 

Your touch is cold and burning hot

You drown me and raise me high

The chill touch of your waters fraught

With burning whispers dry.

 

The hateful whispers burn my skin

And char my soul to black

The light is fading fast to sin

My saviour won’t come back.

 

Sooth me with your anodyne

admit me to your peace

take me away from what is mine

and make the burning cease.

 

The black cold of your icy deep

Is warmed by beams of light

Penetrating your stormy keep

And reminding me to fight.

 

I’m fading away and losing myself

I’m lost and I’ll never be found

I’m slipping away with casual stealth

I’m lost and I’ll never be found.

 

:dragon4:

 

A whirling vortex spinning me around

Faster and faster, I scream; there’s no sound

My eyes shut tight against the blinding light

I’m taken by a force that I cannot fight

I’m bound with chains of nervous energy

Vibrating in world of slothful lethargy

A tumultuous eye in a peaceful storm

Left all alone, knowing not what I mourn,

Spinning and list’ning to the vortex’ roar,

Splitting my soul but I’m aching for more

Pushing, fighting, I want to escape

Save myself from the spiritual rape

Whirling hell, spinning agony,

The quiet of this silent cacophony.

 

 

:dragon4:

 

A pale darkness a deep light

A black hole coloured white

A full void shining bright

Continuing far, out of sight

Lighting up the midnight sky

 

:dragon4:

 

How can this happen

How can it be real

How can my nightmares

Come here to steal?

 

:dragon4:

 

A sweet rushing ache through the corners of my mind

Sweeping up the cobwebs allowing me to hide

 

:dragon4:

*smiles* you've always known exactly the right response to everything I say. *hugs Peredhil*

There's a siren's call in madness

and it's lulling me to sleep

a sweet song of lustful sadness

that begins a slimy creep

across the web of my undoing

and the fabric of my mind

and the threads are slowly skewing

tarnish taking their bright shine

 

And I know my time is ending

and there's nothing I can do

but somehow I keep defending

my memories of you

When using these as relative pronouns, use who to refer to people:

 

"The man who mistook his wife for a hat"

 

Use which for things:

 

("The house which you are thinking of robbing").

 

That can refer to either:

 

"The man that mistook his wife for a hat,"

 

"The house that you are thinking of robbing."

 

Note that if the subject of the subordinate clause is different from that of the main clause, you can often omit the relative pronoun:

 

"The house you are thinking of robbing is empty,"

 

But:

 

"The house that was broken into was empty."

 

 

all this is courtesy of the Uvic writer's guide, a great resource for anyone.

 

http://web.uvic.ca/wguide/

*the double-jointed succubus emerges from her silk-draped lair with a series of slaves racing to lie down in front of her so that her freshly-perfumed bare feet need never touch the floor, but rather step daintily upon the bare backs of her eager admirers. Approaching the list, the leather-clad demoness murmurs "how diverting" before reaching into her cleavage to pull out a pen and inscribe "Signe" on the list*

Well, the original song it's based on is very suggestive. *grin* and I didn't want to tamper with that TOO much. I'm glad people like it. http://www.themightypen.net/public/style_emoticons/default/ohmy.gif) Maybe one of these days I'll actually get around to writing something again.

Yes, Rev, I have almost certainly showed that to you before. *grin* I wrote it quite a while ago and Peredhil asked me to post it here when I sent it to him for some reason I don't remember. *grin* I'm flattered that you remember it hon!

The Archmage Song

 

I feel the earth move under my feet

I feel my towns tumbling down, tumbling down

I feel my farms start to trembling

Whenever you're around

 

Ooh, baby, when I see your troops

Fighting right through my sunray

Oh, darling, I can't stand it

When you attack me that way

 

I feel the earth move under my feet

I feel my guilds tumbling down, tumbling down

I feel my nodes start to burning

Whenever you're around

 

Oh, darling, when you're near me

And you pillage me that way.

I know that my emotions

Are something I just can't tame

I've got to counter you, baby

 

I feel the earth move under my feet

I feel my nodes tumbling down, tumbling down

I feel the earth move under my feet

I feel my town tumbling down

I just lose control

Down to my very soul

I get a hot and cold all over

I feel the earth move under my feet

I feel my farms tumbling down,

Tumbling down, tumbling down...

 

 

 

*Signe wanders in with a small mainly white calico kitten on one shoulder and a tiny coal black kitten with bright blue eyes on the other. She smiles at all of her old friends and curls up with her new babies*