and Uh oh...I forgot to add something to the last post...

My tree....it...shrivelled up!
I followed the instructions on how to care for it...
And I checked this morning...
and it was all dry and crackly...
wish me luck on bringing it back to health...

...Uh-ooh...

Let me start by saying...no, I'm not in love with anybody...
Ok, so maybe I am, but it's not like that,
but I'm pretty sure the person who has taken my attention is aware of my thoughts.
And it's not 'love' per say...
But No, most of none of what I write about, or try to write about is about love,
some of them are, but it's not related, its a different kind of love.

You see...I'm romancing the seasons,
I once fell dead[head] over heals in love with the winter storm.
...Most of what I write are inspired by The Earth,
Whether it be urban life, or nature,
Life to death,
and All creatures alike, human and animal has no difference.

But Mixed & Fixed Measures has nothing to do with 'love'
It's more about hate, but lets not go there...
I don't think I can actually feel that with purity...
I'm very bad at hating...
I'm also very bad at 'loving.'
Because both of which aren't actual emotions,
more like a state of mind...
My point of view anyway,
You see, for both of those 'sate-of-minds,'
there's alot of thoughts and feelings are involved,
with the addition of certain actions as well...
I think I may be a bit of a coward, so I never actually attempt to feel either.

So, I think, some of whom have read the pieces I've put up here,
Have misunderstood some of them.
The May 10th piece for example...
I have actually considered what the anonymous commenter has said,
And I did leave a green note in the bottom,
but no where does it say who it's about,
Yes, it's easy to guess,
but I do try my best to put things in a sort of a riddle,
It's not always what it seems.
Besides, you know, whatever it was,
I did say it was all just to clear up my system.
So cheer up, if you know me, you know better.

On the side note,
I'd greatly appreciate is if you use your name rather than stay anonymous.
Not you full name,
Just maybe your first name,
even nick names work for me...
And please do use the same ones every time you leave your token.

Well, that's it from me for the night,
Thank you for your time, and goodnight.

PS: (and ooooooooooo....if Ms. P ever has comments, that'd be awesome!)
PSS [PPS?] to PS: (just on thoughts, doesn't have to be critical or school related)

Mixed & Fixed Measures

Wondering of the timeless victom,
Waved away the desires of the wind.

The greatest is in ourselves,
The worst is who we are.

The writers documents the flow,
We see more than we know.

My attempts always fail no matter how hard I try,
So your eyes turn away with a victory cry.

Denied my Rights of Salvation,
I'll drift away into the night.

My bones melt and dissapear,
And you laugh with out a trace of guilt.

I'm pointlessly sitting here,
Wasting all my precious time.

Starved of Life you make me wait,
May you stone smash all your feathers.

The Symbol for Man, Nature & Spirit

I'm so excited, I finally got a Bonsai!
I've been wanting one for sooooo long,
But I really wanted a tiny one,
this is fairly small,
but still alot bigger than what I expected to get.
But whatever, I love it!
Absolutely love it.
I got it at the Lablaws Superstore.
They have bigger fatter ones,
and I'm planning on getting one of those as well.
then when they get the tinier ones,
I'll get one of those too...
I love trees!
But small miniature ones come along,
Just, Oooooooooooooomigosh,
Ooooooomigoosness!

Ok, that's all I wanted to say,
Thank you for your time and patience,
I was just so excited!

The Masterpiece

Pencil to paper,
She was an artist,
Pencil to paper,
She was so focused.

Oblivious to the world around,
The busy room,
A quiet meadow,
There's no one around.

Pencil to paper,
The birth of a world,
Pencil to paper,
The disappearance of another.

Such a pretty picture,
The picture on that paper,
The picture the words paint,
All from that pencil to that paper.

Thought of this while watching someone write in their journal

How many different ways can you think of?

The other day, a grave mistake was made.
And I didn't get an apology.
I sat there, being yelled at, humiliated.
And I just wondered, where's justice?
What right did she have?
She's not my mother.
But I sat there,
With out getting any apology,
The next day, I faked that smile,
No, I'm not over it.
...But I sat there,
And I was still angry,
I was never this mad,
not even for the boyfriend who cheated.
Nope, so I sat there, with that smile,
Thinking of all the ways I can decapitate her,
Make it slow, make it memorable,
Because that moment was etched forever.

[Just so you know, schools the least educational experience a child experiences,
in fact, It has a habit of teaching all the wrong things
and NO one was hurt in the process of writing this,
and NO one is going to get hurte thanks to this being written,
It just cleared up my system :D]

Why?

Supposedly,
My life is just beginning,
Then why does it feel like it's about to crash and burn.
So then my life is over,
Then why am I still here,
alive and breathing.

Supposedly,
War brings peace,
Then why is there so many children crying.
So being sad is peace,
Then why do we want to be happy,
laughing and playing.

Supposedly,
School is good,
Then why do we only learn most evil there?
So evil is good,
Then why are we punished,
kicked out and with out a future.

Supposedly,
Bears are wild and scary,
Then why do we hug them and go to sleep?
So scary is comforting,
Then why do we run,
in fear and humiliation.

Supposedly,
Money can't buy happiness,
Then why are poor people miserable?
So being miserable is a good happy thing,
Then why do people pray to win the lottery,
scratching ad hoping.

Supposedly....
but there's so many....
Why are all our ideas so bizarre?

Climbing Up

I found it one day while endlessly roaming around looking for inspirations on a site.
I don't know what it's called, and I don't know it's artist,
but when I found it, it was called "Second Dimension."
Though I didn't get any inspiration out of it, It sent my mind at such ease,
That even my entire body started to relax.
So wouldn't you also like to be able to do what the children in the picture are doing?
Just climb up to the sky and sit on a cloud, look at the stars from a point of purity?

Wouldn't it also be something if the distance between the earth and the skies were that little?

There's another?

Here's another really cute blogging place I found sometime in the year 2006...
I don't go on it too often, as you can see here, I'm not really a frequent visitor.
But I do answer lotsa QotDs' [Questions of the Days']
and most times, I'll answer a couple of QotDs in the same day,
so that obviously has alot more posts...it gives me something to work with.
...mind you, I'm not exactly the Miss poetic/artist. (I just like it, really like it...)

Well, any way....here is an answer for one of my QotDs
the question was "Who or what do you really love?"
and my answer...

I love the night or when the sky is clear,
the dawn and dusk,
the warm summer rain,
the cool spring night,
the moon, the sun, the stars,
This earth,
good books, and writing,
Sailor Moon,
Music and those to make the music.
I love those who love, believe and dream,
That one who made time stop for me,
My dreams, and my life,
my mom, dad, and sister.
My computer[most times],
and my phone[sometimes],
magic and some mystery,
and alot of other things too.

Notice anything about the names [I guess it's in the URL] I've chosen for both of these Blogs?
Deceptive Dream
Surreal Reality
I actually just noticed it, I never actually thought about it before
But my thoughts really do go in the same opposite directions...
I think it's kinda cool...
Now I wonder if everyone else unconsciously does the same...

Bird Wars

Baby Squished flat bird.
From Bird War Zone.
(Surviving Picture.)

[You can sort of see a little heart shape]