intricatemirage's Poetry

[intricate mirage]

Hello everyone Been reading plenty of wonderful original works in IE and kind of decided to share some of mine. Feedback is welcomed and if it really sucks, just let me know, I'll stop.



Nobody



Bright lights, loud noises

Glorious days they were.

Long gone, these days are

Considerably quieter now.



All I ever truly wanted

Was to be loved by another.

I believed in fairy tales

And yearn for happy endings too.



It's peaceful and quiet in my room

I have made it my sanctuary.

Candles burning quietly,

They will never hurt me.



Sometimes I miss the past

When my life was an adrenaline rush.

I was fearless once

Loneliness never stood a chance.



Company often came in big numbers

Always constantly surrounded by a crowd.

Then, loneliness was all but a foreign feeling

Ah yes, the greatness of the past!



But I live in the present

And fear about the future

For loneliness is a ghost

That keeps on haunting me



Now, I am nobody

Long forgotten

Just a name

That people used to talk about.



Friendship is a distant acquaintance

And love has become a stranger

Like trash chucked out in the cold

I had fast become a nobody



Unlike the ugly duckling

I will never be a beautiful swan

My life will never take flight

I will remain a nobody.



**braces for flying rotten tomatoes**

~ Cassie

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My fountain of strength that never runs dry

You are the shooting star across the midnight sky

Edited by: intricate mirage at: 3/29/04 8:19 am

[pacou]

Cassie, no worries, no flying tomatoes there... Just some applause



I really liked your poem, welcome in the world of the Inward Eye



Feel free to share more Cassie *hint*



-Viv-

"Love is an irresistable desire to be irresistably desired."
Robert Frost

[SJ]

Great poem

Hope you post more

[intricate mirage]

pacou - No flying tomatoes? **breathes a sigh of relief** Thanks!



SJ - Thanks for stopping by to read



Here's another one, was written during the period of my depression. Just strung my thoughts together into a poem.



Lost Soul

Enduring the monotony of day

Struggling to keep my weaker self at bay



Darkness bringing forth the drudgery of night

The angels are losing the good fight



Beating against my skin these droplets of the rain

Yet it fails in its attempt to numb my pain



Fading fast into a faint blurry shadow

Drowning in thoughts and all its sorrows



Treating me as though I don't matter

You do nothing to make things better



I burn with great yearning to feel like somebody

All you do is make me feel like I'm nobody



Seeking for love like a new born baby

I desire for you to hold and cradle me



It's been far too long

Since you've been gone



Lost and weary

The arena is empty



Standing there all naked and bare

There's blood and whispers everywhere



I don't want to live my life out in the cold

Please, give me back my soul.

~ Cassie

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My fountain of strength that never runs dry

You are the shooting star across the midnight sky

Edited by: intricate mirage at: 10/15/03 5:59 am

[intricate mirage]

Here's a short one

Just Us

There can only be one shot at forever

With you I took my chance.

Ashes to ashes

Dust to dust

I have every intention of making it last.

Forever to eternity

Baby, it is going to be just us.

~ Cassie

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My fountain of strength that never runs dry

You are the shooting star across the midnight sky

[onyxsundrops]

Beautiful poems, Cassie! I especially liked Lost Soul. Look forward to reading more.



Yvonne

[SJ]

Like those two poems,beautifully written

[intricate mirage]

onyxsundrops - thanks



< untitled >

O be still my beating heart!

Such bright eyes that sparkle

Matched with an enchanting smile

Glowing with radiance

She's nothing short of beautiful

Reaching beneath the edges of her face

All that's left is an empty gaze

Wordlessly tracing the contours of her cheek

Running her fingers gently across the scars on her skin

Desperately willing her tears not to fall

In the mirror this is the girl that nobody saw

A new day, a new mask

To her it's an ordinary, easy task

Come tomorrow

What shall she choose

Wanting herself to feel so damn bloody good

She decided to pick the kick ass attitude

Then again maybe not

It could be time to stop

For ever show has it curtain call

And every actress, her inevitable swan song.

~ Cassie

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My fountain of strength that never runs dry

You are the shooting star across the midnight sky

[SJ]

Great poetry

[intricate mirage]

SJ - thanks for dropping by so often, really appreciate your feedback



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this poem is lengthy, stanzas are formed with an erratic number of lines, untitled and probably hardly any good as poetry. but i just had to write it today cause my feelings needed an outlet. was driving me insane up there in my head. so i apologise if it isn't any good and hope it doesn't bore you to death **apologetic smile**



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Walking you home

You smiled and said goodnight

Flashing you a silly grin

I shot you a wink

And said I’ll be heading along home



Finding myself on the streets

Like a ship lost out at sea

I was drifting ever so aimlessly

Drowning myself in memories

I felt a tear roll down my cheek



It feels like yesterday

When I decided to be brave

Pouring out how I felt about you

When I knew you didn't feel the way I do



Taking me by surprise

You took it pretty well

We remained playful as we had always been

With a ruffle and a little scuffle

Never wanting to break us apart

People would only stand aside to watch

One day they commented we had so much chemistry



This was how things were day after day

I was contented just to be this way

Suddenly you started ignoring me

And I was just left there hanging

I don't remember what happened

Or how things got so screwed

I figured we were finally through



Because of friends we met occasionally

Yet it was always the same old story

I cried my long river of tears

And finally moved on after all these years



But fate wasn't done

Insisting it hasn't had its fun

Friends were leaving

Mother was dying

Feeling so tired and weary

I can't believe you were the one who returned to save me



Comforting me like a mother cradling her baby

I heard your voice singing to me like a sweet song

Later on I told you that I’ve moved on

With that I broke the invisible barrier

You were finally willing to let me in



So here we are today meeting ever so often

And you being fully convinced

That we'll still be doing this

Ten years down the long and winding road



Grabbing my arm tightly

I still feel your touch burning a hole in me

Leaning over to whisper in my ear

Your warm breath falls gently like a mist upon my skin

Peering into my eyes and flashing me a smile

I can feel my heart doing its own little happy dance



Digging into past memories

I remember falling for your beauty and grace

Now that you have opened up and

Allowed me a glimpse of your inner self

Enchanted and dumb struck with awe

I am falling in love once more

Girl, compared to all of Mother Nature’s beauty

Your soul surpasses them all



But I am going to practice some self control

And shut the hell up this time

Cause friendship has brought me this close to you

I am now able to openly care for you



The best moments of my life

Are my saddest ones too

For I realise now that you were made for me

But this love was not meant to be



You asked me once if there was a side I kept hidden

Lost in your eyes I smiled and quietly said yes

Sweetheart, if you only knew

The hidden part of me is you

~ Cassie

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My fountain of strength that never runs dry

You are the shooting star across the midnight sky

[onyxsundrops]

Missed two of 'em. Sorry about that. So anyway, loved the first one...especially these two lines:

Quote:

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Desperately willing her tears not to fall

In the mirror this is the girl that nobody saw

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And the next one was just as good. Very sad, though. I hate it when you want it to be something more and she/he doesn't Okay, back to the point. Great work!



Yvonne

[SJ]

That is a great poem

[intricate mirage]

onyxsundrops - right there with ya on the situation of wanting something more and she/he doesn't. it's downright sucky thanks for dropping by



SJ - once again, thanks buddy



Ok, here's two poems, both still untitled. Enjoy.



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Be quiet, listen

Be patient, watch

Be still, feel



If I tried hard enough

I could hear you

I could see you

I could feel you



You are right here

Right by my very side



If I tried hard enough

I could drive myself off the edge of the cliff



This is life

After you died.



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Tis’ a wretched life

I wonder how it feels to die

Overwhelming sadness

Bleeding me dry

Beautiful darkness

I solemnly beseech thee

Have a heart

Give me sign, I am ready to go.

Beckon me softly and I will follow



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~ Cassie

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My fountain of strength that never runs dry

You are the shooting star across the midnight sky

[SJ]

I like the emotion in your writing,great poems

[intricate mirage]

SJ - Once again, thanks for the feedback



Here's another one. Kinda angsty. Kinda makes me sad everytime I read it. **slight shrug** Enjoy.



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Daddy

Funny clowns

and big red balloons

Daddy daddy

That's all I remember

of the long gone you

Bright lights in theme parks

and great big giant candy cones

Oh daddy daddy

How you used to love me

Tell me please

Where had all our

bedtime stories gone?

When did you stop

having faith?

When did you start

losing hope?

Tell me daddy

When did you stop

loving me?

Was it when

your baby girl was growing

and you thought

she had gotten

too lost

among the changes

to come back home?

Tell me daddy

Was it then?

If so, tell me why?

The changes were not

all that great

All that changed

was me having

my very first girlfriend

Did you stop loving me

because I wasn't

Miss Perfect anymore?

Did it hurt you bad?

Did it make you mad?

Did I give you

a perfect reason

to stop loving me?

Oh daddy how you hated her

And how I hated you

Broke my baby heart

in two

You were no different

from the rest

Just a broken toy

Left alone to die

Refusing to pick me up

and give me

a loving fix

This was me

four straight years

in a row

Tell me daddy

How could you be so cold?

Then things changed

I met this

beautiful girl

Oh daddy if you could have only seen

How she had healed me

Mending all the broken pieces

Daddy she was the one

who made me whole

Daddy daddy

as much as you hate to admit it

she was the one

who brought me back

to you

Reviving Miss Perfect

Now you think I'm back

Yet the truth is kept hidden

Daddy can't you see

Your baby girl's never been

further away

Refusing to see

the side that's

essentially me

Tell me daddy

When will you stop

being like this?

Daddy daddy

When will you finally

love me

for me?



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~ Cassie

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My fountain of strength that never runs dry

You are the shooting star across the midnight sky

Edited by: intricate mirage at: 10/21/03 12:19 am

[onyxsundrops]

Nice! Daddy was a bit sad/depressing. Not sure how my dad would react (if he knew), but I'm glad you decided to share your experience.



Yvonne

[SJ]

Very emotional writing,liked it a lot,thanks for sharing

[intricate mirage]

onyxsundrops, SJ - Thanks for the feedback guys! Greatly appreciated.



Final year exams are coming up My brain was suffering from an overload of math then suddenly the word 'infidelity' popped up in my head It's weird I know. Anyhow, I remembered someone telling me that acts of infidelity, in a funny way, can bring about cheap thrills. And I ended up with this, a 3 line poem, if it can even be called a poem!



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Forged in darkness, bearing life.

Your gift can only be preserved,

By these stolen kisses at midnight.



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~ Cassie

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My fountain of strength that never runs dry

You are the shooting star across the midnight sky

[pacou]

Cassie, your poems are wonderful



I'm so sorry that I've missed so many poems I loved the one about you and your friend, the long, untitled one without any ryme scheme No worries, it's still all poetry, all from your head



Thanks so much for sharing and I really think that you have a lot of great poems, "Daddy" was great, too



-Viv-

"Love is an irresistable desire to be irresistably desired."
Robert Frost

[intricate mirage]

pacou - Aww, that happy tears I see? Hehe. Thanks for the compliments. It's always nice to know that someone enjoys my poetry. Oh by the way, I read on IE the stuff you wrote and I love them! Just thought I'll tell you



There was a farewell ceremony for the graduating seniors in my school today. Was just sitting around watching the people around me when this thought sneaked into the back of my head. When you're up there, doing the cool stuff and saying the right stuff, everyone wants to be hanging with ya, be your next best friend. Then things go wrong, and you find yourself pretty much with no one. Sad, but true. Anyhow, got a bit of inspiration from there, along with the fact that my muse decided to tinker about with my style of writing. So hence, this!



First time writing this way, so I'll understand if the rotten tomatoes come flying



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Part I



Reeking of smoke and liquor, lust and desire clung heavily to the air. Dimly lit with music moving at a rapid pace to the heavy bass. The dance floor was packed once again. Bodies grinding and hips swaying. There she was again. One out of the ordinary. She stood out from the crowd. She could feel watchful eyes tracing every contour and curve of her alluring body. Eyes half closed, she was moving her hips sensuously to the beat with fingers running through her long black hair. Her eyes snapped open. Dark hazel brown. Piercing. There was a certain fire in her eyes. She eyed the audience she had attracted, threw a flippant glance and stopped. Leering eyes hungrily sought after her retreating body into the shadows. She had attitude, she had spunk, she looked as though she packed a very mean punch. Yet those hungry eyes only thought of her good enough to eat. She was a delicacy fit for a king. She approached the bar and knocked down a shot. A trickle of liquor flows down her neck, mixing with the glistening sweat. Ravenous tongues only thought of ravaging her body. She got up and moved to the dance floor. It was bees to honey once more. He came. She pushed him away. She came. She relented and felt smooth arms snaking around her body. Head thrown back, she felt hot breath against her skin. You could smell desire coursing through her veins. She pushed her away. Headed for the bar, knocked down another shot, eyed the crowd once more, and left.



She was lonely. She wanted company. But she didn't want to feel cheap. She was lonely. She wanted company. But she didn't want to be a whore. She had been used, she had been abused. Now all she wanted was to feel loved once more.



She was back again, night after next.



to be continued



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Feedback? Rotten tomatoes anybody?

~ Cassie

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My fountain of strength that never runs dry

You are the shooting star across the midnight sky

Edited by: intricate mirage at: 10/24/03 6:25 am

[SJ]

Interesting and different,liked it

[intricate mirage]

SJ - Thank you, thank you. As always, you feedback is greatly appreciated



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Part II



What a sight to behold. Bodies grinding on the dance floor. Ignore them. Watch her. Feast your eyes. She alone captured the hearts of hundreds, but left them cruelly scattered. She is a fine goddess. He was watching. Waiting. Anticipating. He wanted her. Wanted to be the one she chose. Wanted to taste her on his lips. A champion, no territory he has failed to conquer. Except her. He wanted a trophy. No, he needed it. He lurked about in the shadows, never once losing sight. She could feel him. There he was, right behind her. His arms wrapped themselves around her. She decided to let go. Lost in waves of lust and desire. Room 261. She vaguely remembered the walk down the alley. Tongue dueling for superiority, she felt his hands sliding across her skin, groping in all the places that screamed for attention and ached for affection. She remembered the softness of the bed, the sound of bodies sleek with sweat slapping against one another. He exploded into oblivion and she snapped back in consciousness. Dark hazel brown. Shamed. Out of the room. Out of that place. Out into the dark cold alley. Piercing green eyes mocked her as they watched, watched her stumble, watched her fall. Her face was stained. It could have been the muddy water. It could have been tears. It did not matter. She was tainted. Torrents of warm water poured down her back. She was home. Filth. So much of it. There was too much. She scrubbed till she was sore. She scrubbed till she almost bled. She was wet. Tears or water. It made no difference anymore.



She was back again, night after next.



Hips moving sensuously to the beat, fingers running through her long black hair, eyes half closed. She could smell her. Smooth arms snaking around her body. Head thrown back, she felt hot breath against her skin. She decided to let go. Lips descended upon her neck and licked her clean. Her eyes snapped open. Dull. Dilated. A lustful fire burned in her eyes. Room 834. How she got there, she couldn't care less. There was no rush. Yesterday had been a rough. She wanted to take her time tonight. Highly aroused, guttural moans filled the air. Bodies glistening with sweat, her body arched upwards as she came. Her touch had been so gentle, it was almost comforting. Dark hazel brown. Sadness. A throaty growl escaped. That can wait. She flung her body over her and eyed her luscious captive. Sadness sure as hell can wait. She attacked her body and soon screams filled the room. Basking in the afterglow of having pleasured and been pleasured, she was soon out of the door, out of the building, out into the dark cold alley. She told herself. Last time.



She was back again, night after next.



Same building, same woman, different room. Dark hazel brown eyes. Pure animalistic lust. She was addicted. The dance floor could wait. She had a craving that needed to be satisfied.



to be continued



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Feedback anyone?

~ Cassie

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My fountain of strength that never runs dry

You are the shooting star across the midnight sky

[pacou]

Gosh, Cassie, please, pleeease write more of that!



Loved it, so loved the style!!! It's cool, all those short, cut sentences... or how to say that, well, you know what I mean



Thanks for sharing and please share more soon again



-Viv-

"Love is an irresistable desire to be irresistably desired."
Robert Frost

[StrangeQuark]

I like the purity of your message. Brevity and tempo further enhance the subject and the emotion in a really effective way. I like the strong verbs and colorful nouns too. This piece begs to be read repeatedly. You've got to share some more of this with us. Soon.

[SJ]

Great writing

[intricate mirage]

pacou - your wish is my command next part coming up right now



StrangeQuark - I'm glad the message of the story has come out well. It's something close to my heart. Thank you for taking time to stop by to read



SJ - Once again, thank you



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When I first started out on this story, I meant it to be 3 parts long. So now I'm at the final one and am quite unsure whether I should go on or stop. Personally, I feel there are issues/messages that still can be addressed here. So if it's not too much trouble, how about giving me an opinion to continue or to stop? I'll really appreciate the feedback and it'll definitely help me along



The next part is longer and takes on a more languid pace. I'm aiming for a different mood here. Rewrote it many times, so... **crosses fingers** I hope it comes off well



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Part III



Beautiful sweet goddess! Every inch of her body worthy of my worshipping gaze. She doesn't realise, but here I am night after night, watching her. Taking in her beauty as fresh water from a clear spring surrounded by luscious greenery. She is perfection in its finest. Heaven has indeed spared no efforts in this beautiful creation. Strands of dark hair fall, covering her eyes, an urge so strong just to reach out, and tuck it back into place. Her smile. Priceless. Yet I have only seen it once. Once such a long time ago. Her arms leading to her hands, to those slender fingers. Exquisite jewel. You know not the worth of your beauty. Her eyes. Dark hazel brown. Enchanting.



They are here again. Together. Never hand in hand, but there they are, every other night, strolling in together without a care in world. Flippant glances, they look slightly flushed in their cheeks. They would leave soon, maybe after an hour or two, with a particular excitement in their eyes. They had a craving that needed to be satisfied. Days, weeks, then months passed by. One night she was all alone. I wondered what had happened to the other woman. Yet it didn't seem to matter. Same old girl, same old style, same old bump and grind with the same old strangers. One woman tonight, and yet another the night after the next. A repeating cycle, the only thing new was the woman's name and number of the hotel room. Champions came and champions left. Each crushed in utter defeat. She was untouchable. Heroines triumphed and heroes backed down, taking time to nurse their bruised egos and restore their former prides.



I slid up behind her, trailed my fingers down those slender arms. I could feel a sly smile work its way to her lips. She raised her hands and ran her fingers through my hair, pressing her body roughly against mine. Easing her gently into my embrace, I slowed her down and moved her hips down to a sway. Leaning back to lie against my body, she rested her hands on mine, moving her hips in tune to mine. Night had begun its slow descent. So lost in her touch, time gradually faded away all too fast. Tilting her head back against my shoulder, hot breath fell against my skin. Armed with a familiar throaty growl, her first two words spoken to me were ‘Hungry now’.



Reaching delicately to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, I commented quietly ‘Does an early breakfast sound good to you?’ Whirling around to face me, I watched as her beautiful eyes widened. An array of emotions flashed past those stunning eyes. Shock. Disappointment. A deep sense of curiosity. And so breakfast it was. Days, weeks, months. This happened every other night. We met, we danced, we always had scrambled eggs, sausages, toast and dark coffee for breakfast, but never made it to lunch. We would talk, we would listen, we would enjoy the rise of the beautiful sun. Light rays mirrored in those eyes, I would fall hard all over again, enchanted by her grace and charm. 'Such a beautiful woman you are.' I commented quietly one morning. She looked at me. Sadness. Shame. A certain softening in her eyes. 'Different place, different time. Dinner, tonight.' She whispered before she left, after having walked me home, right up to my very door.



So there we were, a different place, an earlier time, a different atmosphere, but still the same old her. Dinner came and dinner went. The moon rose high up in the sky, the lake was beautiful amidst the midnight sky. She slid behind me, wrapped her smooth arms around my waist and rested her chin upon my shoulder. Soft breaths fell gently like a mist upon my skin. I heard a quiet whisper, 'Such a beautiful woman you are.' It was cold, but my body felt warm in her arms. She turned me around, encircled me in her arms. Raising her hand to caress my cheek, she tilted my chin and laid a kiss on my lips. So chaste. So sweet. So tender. She linked her fingers through mine and walked me home, right up to my very door.



Hand on the lock, keys still dangling from it. I turned and stared into those very eyes. Dark hazel brown. Clouded. I took her hand in mine, 'I am not just another woman to appease your appetite. I deserved to be loved, truly and faithfully by one.' Confusion took over, then disappointment. Dark hazel brown replaced by a certain sadness. Her fingers nervously moving, committing themselves to no particular movement. I ran my fingers through her hair, firmly I said 'Sweetheart, so do you. No more late nights, no more bump and grind. No more different rooms, just one room - ours. No more different names, just one name - mine. No more different women, just one woman - me.' I let her go, hand turning the lock, I looked back at her and said 'The door is open.' It was a choice only she could make.



Moonlight streamed in through the clear glass window panes, I heard the door slide back into its lock with a soft click behind me. Sliding her fingers through mine, she slowly backed me up against the edge of the bed and gently laid our bodies down. Straddling my hips, she paused for a minute. Gazing down at me, her words came as a soft whisper in the night. 'One room, one name, one woman. If it works the same for you, then I say we've got a lifelong deal.' Dark hazel brown eyes. Piercing. She has regained her former glory. My heart burst with pride and brimmed with overwhelming joy. Those beautiful eyes glistened with tears. She shook her head ever so slightly, voice choked with emotions, 'What did I do to ever deserve you?' Capturing her tears with a loving, tender kiss, the answer surged from the depths of my heart, 'You loved me.'



Sometime during the night, the rain fell quietly like beautiful teardrops bathed in a soft moonlit glow. Sometime during the night, our bodies melded and we became one.



The moon descended, night gracefully gave way to a splendid morning sky. We snuggled, we cuddled, arms holding each other close, not wanting even the slightest gap to come between us. She sulked and gave a little pout, 'We missed breakfast.' I laughed and replied 'Sweetie, it's alright. There's always lunch.' Her reaction moved me to tears and as I had done the night before, she captured my tears with a loving, tender kiss. The sun rose in a distance, basking us in the warmness of its glow. But nothing, nothing could ever compare to the radiance of my beloved, for she had smiled.



- the end -

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Edited - Think I'll end it here for now. Until I decide whether to get another part up and running Thanks for reading!

~ Cassie

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My fountain of strength that never runs dry

You are the shooting star across the midnight sky

Edited by: intricate mirage at: 10/29/03 10:51 pm

[onyxsundrops]

I just got back into town, and it's obvious that I missed alot while in Ontario,Cal with the smoke and ashes...but anyway, this is a really great story. Ever considered writing on the Pens board? Looking forward to more!



Yvonne

[SJ]

Interesting,like your style of writing

[intricate mirage]

No update, just some replies.



onyxsundrops - Just got back into town? Was it a outta town holiday trip or something else? Hmm, I did consider writing on Pens before but my head just went cause I'll probably make a big boo boo outta myself then I'll just have to impale myself upon some sharp object and disintegrate back into lurkdome again. Hehe.



SJ - Hehe, thank you, thank you. **takes a bow**

~ Cassie

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My fountain of strength that never runs dry

You are the shooting star across the midnight sky

[pacou]

Wow Cassie...



Again happy tears cos that story was freaking amazing!



No tomatoes or anything, more like chants for more:







Thank you very much for that story, I really enjoyed it and I'd like to read more Only if it's possible?



-Viv-

"Love is an irresistable desire to be irresistably desired."
Robert Frost