Bliss…

Have you ever been outside and everything is so beautiful to look at it almost hurts? The sky is a brilliant shade of cerulean blue, lined with a soft layer of misty white clouds. Over to the left is a clump of bushes, a loud but attractive yellow-green. The rust on a bridge overhead shines brilliantly in the sunlight. A semi passing by causes my breath to catch, because it is just the right shade of orange. Everywhere, color and sunlight. Warm colors, brilliant colors, off-setting each other, meshing into a diverse but cohesive landscape; a balm for my eyes, my senses, my soul.

That’s how I’ve felt recently, when I’m outdoors and I take the time to look around.

Strength and weaknesses as someone willing to write

I think I am generally an average writer. There are many things that I have problems writing but then there are other things that I write much easier then other things. I have problems when I write analytical papers because I have a problem writing down my opinions, I am better at saying them and speaking. I find it is much harder to put something down on paper then it is to say something because when you write something down it can look wrong and sound wrong. Looking at what you are trying to say makes a difference, I don’t really knw why though. Writing just takes time and many different drafts to try and express my opinion, eventaully I will get it down. I think I am a better editor then a writer. In high school we had to write many different papers and it was always after I wrote a paper and it was always a terrible paper that I could do something. I need somewhere to start. Starting anything is the hardest part because there are so many places you can actuall start from. When editing you can say no this sounds better here and that needs to be re worded. I think that is the only reason that my papers come out ok, it is because I can make them flow if I read over it enough because I catch the mistakes while reading not writing. Though I also admit that my grammer isn’t perfect. I still do make mistakes. Sometimes I think somethig sounds better then someone else and there is nothing that I can do about that. I think I would do a better job editing our paper and I would help us make more proegress if I did that, rather then writing the paper.
I think writing is a necessity and everyone should be able to write an adaquate paper. Everything a person does will cause them to write something this day in age. Especially with the internet and e-mails. Although it isn’t a piece of paper it is still a form of communication and I think that writing shows a lot about a person. I think that as the years go by I will make more progress in my writing and I will learn many different writing styles since everyone you meet will have a different style.

Things regarding love and romance are going well around here at this time. Something has sparked the detective within me who is anxious to probe, inquire, and search out the core truth in every situation. My grounded, stable, and practical approach will be my greatest asset.I just need to make sure that I let someone else be the martyr today - Let another also be  the one who needs to take control. Or… just be the one.

between what it is and what isn’t

If the hands, as these words are typed, are real
If your eyes, as you read them, are real
If my thoughts are more than just a fantasy
If I am real

Would you take me?
Without any other expectations
Without dreams or obligations
Would you take me?

Every word
Every thought
Without facial expressions or scents
Living between two parenthesis

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**Armour…this one is to thee…

is it me?

Is it me or when one can’t fall asleep at night it seems one becomes progressively more awake. In theory, I’m a vampire.

Let me count the ways: I’m awake and it is very, very late. I don’t have pointy teeth, I’m not tall, pale and handsome(), I see my reflection in a mirror, and I love garlic.

Hrmph. I guess not.

I must be a hamster then.

~Sheila

Untill that Day

One day you will read my poems
And then you may learn the truth

One day you will read my heart out
And then you may know me better

Then you may know that to me 
Love is Sacred.

That I loved you to the fullest
I loved you to the extent that your happiness
was all that I wanted.

And that was the reason for
me , the cruel girl, turning my back to you, the lover boy

Now you just pass me and look at me with rage
One day you will read my peotry with admiration for me

I am full of pain, but for you I will take it


Show your real love for me
By embracing the real happiness in life and living it

I don’t need no flowers, gifts or beautiful words
All I want is, to see you happy and content

Go my knight in shining armor
And live the life that you were meant to live

And in my poetry I will stay your woman forever .