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who really knows [about me]

A new distraction for a busy twenty-something Seattleite. Think of this as the Seinfeld of blogs.
PLEASE NOTE: The only rule of this blog is that if you know me, do not reveal my true identity. I can do it myself.

Poems

For Cash

Post by Post by The Beast Girl  |  Category: Poems

(photo by Wendi Parriera, mother)

I know my presence absent
My heart unsettled, silent
Moments go by, I wait
But no movement there I make

Though quiet in the light
Prayers aloud spoken by night
In the eve of the day
I wish to you to say:

“I am with you, dear child.
Though my mind race wild,
my hands rest steady.
My arms, open, ready.”

I pray you free from ailment
Live on in rejoicement!
Go, let shine your smile
A noble reason, so worthwhile.

Comments (0)   |   July 14, 2010 at 21:42

There is Something About a Little Wine and a Little Music

Post by Post by The Beast Girl  |  Category: Poems,Song of the Moment

I don’t really know where it comes from, but here’s another little poem for your reading pleasure. The tune below took me into the world of inspiration. If you listen to the verses, you’ll hear the rhythm and pace of my piece. :0)

Give me love, let me trust
I’ll give all from dust to dust
withstanding even strongest gust
I’ll be true to you

Let’s drive down that country road
and never know how long to hold
each other’s gaze until we’re told
it’s time to go back home

Like no other, the day we met
the clouds let go and soaked us wet
never looked back, no regret
from there on we did go

Summer brought us the warm sun
and I knew then you were my one
to spend my life with until it’s done
the only man for me

Now it’s time, see my gown
lift my vale from my crown
together we shall lie down
and one we will become

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I don’t really give a shit if you don’t like country music, you must watch this and listen with all your heart.

Comments (0)   |   September 15, 2009 at 6:40

verse 650

Post by Post by The Beast Girl  |  Category: Poems

sometimes cockeyed, this crazy chaos called life
so in stride i strut and stroll without strife

but weeks go on, blurring, blending, blithe
i ponder perplexed this perpetual plight

in dreams i riddle, racking my brain if it is right
i guess nothing is fruitful or filling without fight

Comments (4)   |   September 12, 2009 at 10:17

sıɥʇ ǝɯ ǝlppıɹ

Post by Post by The Beast Girl  |  Category: Poems,Random

˙uɐɔ ʇı ǝsnɐɔǝq ʇılds llıʍ ʎʞs ǝɥʇ ‘puıɯ ʎɯ uı ʇqnop ou ˙ɯɐ ı ʎlǝʌıʇısod ‘ʍou ǝɹns ɯɐ ı ɯɹoʇs ɐ ˙ɹǝʇʇoɥ ƃuısıɹ ǝɹnʇɐɹǝdɯǝʇ doɹɔ puɐ looɔ oʇ ‘ɹǝʇɐʍ ɟo ɯɐǝɹʇs ƃuol ɹo doɹp ɐ ‘ǝlzzıɹp ɐ ¿pǝpuǝʇǝɹd puıɯ ʎɯ ɹo ‘uıɐɹ ǝɥʇ ʇɐɥʇ sı ˙pǝpuǝʇxǝ ǝɯıʇ sıɥʇ ‘ɹǝpunɥʇ ɟo ɹɐoɹ ɹǝɥʇouɐ ˙ɹǝǝp uɥoɾ ,lo ƃıq ɐ ɹo ‘ʞɔnɹʇ ʍoʇ ɐ ǝq plnoɔ ɥƃnoɥʇ ˙ɹɐǝɥ ı ǝlqɯnɹ ƃıq ɐ ‘ǝpısʇno ɹǝpunɥʇ sı ǝɹǝɥʇ

˙ʍouʞ ɹǝʌǝu ʎɐɯ ɹo ‘ʇno ʇı ǝɹnƃıɟ ʎɐɯ noʎ ˙ʍolǝq ǝʇıɹʍ ǝsɐǝld ‘sıɥʇ pɐǝɹ uɐɔ noʎ ɟı

Comments (1)   |   July 11, 2009 at 19:24

Skinned Knees

Post by Post by The Beast Girl  |  Category: Poems

I read your post.
If not for the cafe,
my eyes would release their welled tears;
allow my pain to show.

For a reason unknown,
I remember a news story.
Maybe not the same incident,
but maybe not a coincident?

A woman hit by a car
managed to save her child,
pushing the stroller out of the way.
A heroic, sacrificial mother,
paraded in the spotlight,
danced about.

But behind the scenes,
her identity resides;
the irony of her existence,
hidden, lurking in the void of night.

You write with a raw vulnerability—
unobstructed and visible.
in me you evoke
emotion with out mercy.
A rage. A fire.
Like the burn of skinned knees;
abraded and bleeding.

Comments (1)   |   March 20, 2009 at 12:58
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