In accordance with the will of my dear sister-in-law I am posting a new blog. In thinking about what to post, I thought about music theory and how it relates to life(dry), a poem(slightly depressing), and a silly chain blog-thing.
So here is the blog thing...
Respond by posting your name and:
1. I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll tell you which song or movie you remind me of.
3. I'll pick a flavor of jello to wrestle you in.
4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.
5. I'll tell you my first memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something I've always wondered about you.
8. I'll tell you my favorite thing about you.
9. I'll tell you my least favorite thing about you.
10. Post it on your profile so you can play with your friends.
Here is part of a poem-thing that I wrote when I was getting in the head of a character I am writing about:
Squelching and complaining at her interference, the grasses snip and nibble along her arms and neck as the panic blossoms.
Heart pounds, ears ringing, palms sweating and her dilated eyes scan for signs of his passge but the lone girl glimpses only the swirling flight of the bats and swallows.
Her fingers grasp the reeds, knuckles whitening.
The blood dripping is invisible to her.
Her other hand tangles in her curls as she lifts her face to the moon and cries.
Her tears wash away the hope and anticipation of this secret rendezvous, they wash away the hope of a heart torn and stapled back together.
Sanity drips off the plains of her cheeks and runs in rivulets down her pumping chest which bellows air in the shape of a cry of ultimate suffering.
Her poor tattered soul is weary-her hand unfurls from her hair as those red-rimmed and tortured eyes reach the horizon.
Her pupils contract and she is able to take a breath, her knuckles unlock and fingers unclench and she wipes the remnants of her unrealistic expectations away with a blood soaked hand leaving war-paint streaks across her suddenly calm face...
