Tag: random musings
member name: Susan Pattishall
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April 28, 2006 12:46 PM EDT --
If life was about stuff that was phony, like roses amidst cacophony;
It gets better.
If you lost all the good stuff on the road, and you feel like a toad;
It gets better.
If you love someone so much . . .
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September 21, 2006 01:57 PM EDT --
It wasn't like evaporation, yet it was, and it was the wind blowing away the sand of time. The same thing was true as emerald grasses on the hills, true as soft, cirrus-accented, blue skies meeting . . .
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December 06, 2006 04:36 PM EST --
Do you ever wonder why there are so many languages, or languages in plenty?
Was it because, in the very first days of human-like speech, the ideas were so many?
Did the people with the many ideas separate . . .
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May 04, 2006 06:24 PM EDT --
Oh brightest star, Earth is out in heaven. A wild world born is still a world. World, why won't I please organize the features in the order of lightest to darkest? Will the darkness devour me? . . .
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March 27, 2006 01:46 PM EST --
Memories.
They help to
live . . .
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May 03, 2006 02:30 PM EDT --
The hugeness of the passing vehicle was terrifying to the little mouse on the skate being pulled by a string.
There is a mystery about being a 'planetarian' (new word) and the planet being your . . .
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May 03, 2006 07:42 PM EDT --
When a serious writer has to hone two skills
at one time,
The realism of potent current events and the
hopefully skillful feat of adding the satirical
touch sublime,
It is to portray the softening effect, . . .
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December 18, 2006 12:03 PM EST --
Related articles: Counterclockwise: Are the Stars Out Tonight?, Black Holes, Is Kinetic Energy All Physics?
Often my thoughts are assailed by the thought we are not living . . .
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May 01, 2006 02:31 PM EDT --
Everybody knew work was survival. The policy surrounding workers is separated into two divisions called 'white-collars' and 'blue-collars'. Usually white-collars . . .
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June 28, 2006 04:34 PM EDT --
Sum up the facts:
I hate those Amnesty International petition letters because they make me feel like a murderer when I ignore them.
Something dreadful always follows I ignore them.
I usually respond . . .
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March 21, 2006 01:59 PM EST --
Across miles of sky,
In the shape of an eye,
Beauty, 'midst fleecy clouds like pearls and
lace,
Were doves mystically on wing, shimmering from
space.
We were of tender years,
Two wiley doves solemn . . .
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December 10, 2005 02:27 PM EST --
Everyone sees someone strange.
It must be this werewolf.
It must be the shell through which I cannot penetrate_
My blanketed self.
The monument walls_
The hardest paths to follow
Swarm across my mind . . .
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March 21, 2006 01:52 PM EST --
How can I kiss a love in pen?
I find its truth as like as when
It first bloomed and was by song untried,
Not words to which you've not replied.
That kiss was truer perhaps, braver or freer.
Love was . . .
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May 03, 2006 04:13 PM EDT --
By the way, I recently found out what cargo was being transported to America when the Dutch pirated the sloop, Edmond and Mathew, during the capture of New York. It . . .
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