everybody needs answers. some, although not many, come in the form of a verbal statements or replies, and most filter through mediums. poker tables or pool halls, sports cars to saloons, people have the idiotic misconception that it is completely possibe to find their "answers" in things that are beyond themselves. i believe that we were born with all the knowledge that we'll ever need. yes, we'll learn some trivial bullshit along the way, but i haven't yet met anyone who can tell me how the slope of a line (y = mx + b) can help me to find the meaning and faith in myself that will help me to not feel like shit tommorow. my answers are all in here, in my words. my poetry. i use the word "poetry" very loosely, that one word doesn't seem to encompass enough for me, my words hold more than that, my words are my pieces. each is a reflection of myself, of a thought, a memory, a regret. lately, a few people have asked me why my work is so "dark" and "depressing", well, if you've ever actually experienced love or betrayal, pain or grief, rage or sorrow, or have ever felt like you were completely alone and misunderstood in the world, i can almost guarantee that you might have found some "dark" and "depressing" things there too. you may not choose to write about them as i have, and that's fine. good, more room for me. and is it quite possible to write about happy, fun, mushy things like puppies, rainbows, flowers, popsicles, pink kites and ice cream? sure! and i would be more than happy to point you in the direction of the nearest hallmark....anyways, this site is basically a collection of my "pieces", from around april of 1999 when i was just a wee lass of sixteen until well....today...(i'll be udating it everytime i write something new, so...don't be a freakin' stranger) it also includes lyrics from some songs that blow me away cause they're amazing, some quotes that are umm...fun and interesting, and my own random thoughts to people who deserve to have them. comments, suggestions, ANY feedback at all is greatly appriciated, i my kicks off of people telling me that they could relate to something that i wrote, it makes everything well worth the effort. my e-mail is starz281@aol.com. please sign my guestbook too. it took me five years and a shitload of drama to get all these together, and then countless hours to put this site up, so taking three minutes to write me a quick note or comment ain't nothin you lazy bastards can't handle. that's all i got for ya. much love to everyone, thanks for comin out. ~mrw~
lyrics pick of the week
I... I came here by day, but I left here in darkness
And found you, found you on the way
And now, it is silver and silent, it is silver and cold
You, in somber resplendence, I hold
Your sins into me
Oh, my beautiful one
Your sins into me
As a rapturous voice escapes, I will tremble a prayer
And I'll beg for forgiveness
(Your sins into me) Your sins into me
Oh, my beautiful one
Light, like the flutter of wings, feel your hollow voice rushing into me
As you're longing to sing
So I... I will paint you in silver, I will wrap you in cold
I will lift up your voice as I sink
Your sins into me
Oh, my beautiful one, now
Your sins into me
As a rapturous voice escapes, I will tremble a prayer
And I'll beg for forgiveness
(Your sins into me) Your sins into me
Cold in life's throws, I'll fall asleep for you
Cold in life's throws, I only ask you turn away
Cold in life's throws, I'll fall asleep for you
Cold in life's throws, I only ask you turn
As they seep... into me, oh, my beautiful one, now
Your sins into me
Oh, my beautiful one
Your sins into me
As a rapturous voice escapes, I will tremble a prayer
And I'll beg for forgiveness
(Your sins into me)
Your sins into me... oh
* lyrics seen here along with others can be found on the "lyrics" subpages...*
poem of the week
In a dark time, the eye begins to see,
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade;
I hear my echo in the echoing wood--
A lord of nature weeping to a tree,
I live between the heron and the wren,
Beasts of the hill and serpents of the den.
What's madness but nobility of soul
At odds with circumstance? The day's on fire!
I know the purity of pure despair,
My shadow pinned against a sweating wall,
That place among the rocks--is it a cave,
Or winding path? The edge is what I have.
A steady storm of correspondences!
A night flowing with birds, a ragged moon,
And in broad day the midnight come again!
A man goes far to find out what he is--
Death of the self in a long, tearless night,
All natural shapes blazing unnatural light.
Dark,dark my light, and darker my desire.
My soul, like some heat-maddened summer fly,
Keeps buzzing at the sill. Which I is I?
A fallen man, I climb out of my fear.
The mind enters itself, and God the mind,
And one is One, free in the tearing wind.
quote of the week
if i lose the light of the sun, i will write by candlelight, moonlight, no light. if i lose paper and ink, i will write in blood on forgotten walls. i will write always. i will capture nights all over the world and bring them to you.
~ florence litlauer ~
the thoughts that breathe and the words that burn