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Username: | Wistful | |
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Member Since: | Sat May 26 00:22:43 2001 | |
E-mail: | aswanssong at yahoo dot com | |
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Blender Board: | 80 comments | |
Sassy Song |
In answer to BK's question about my real love life... |
My first song |
f^$%in' typos... |
embarrassing synonym typo now corrected :"> |
A grief lullaby |
A darker bump to darwin |
The falcon cannot hear the falconer... |
This was one of the hardest emails to write, and even harder to send |
A Teasing Dance |
Insomnia is good for something, I guess... |
My journal entry for today |
of course, it might just be the jet-lag... |
I leave for Asia in a week :-) |
Journal dump from yesterday |
in a dark mood... |
Physician, heal thyself |
stuttering intake of breath, followed by the deepest sigh |
Can you tell when it's real? |
My challenge entry, melding a hot summer night with Halloween |
better with a line switch (thanks for the thought, BK): inspired by a college "walk of shame" |
someone save me from this incipid rhyming. . . |
An empty morning song |
A tribute to Dr. Seuss, were he a romantic poet. . . |
What I've been doing the last month. . . |
thought you'd like a peek into a first date last week . . . ;-) |
dating before you're ready. . . |
Eager to re-engage the battle for love |
song going through my mind from "Passion" |
thought you might like a voyeuristic peek of my healing process |
Misti, Gala, BK: not a rap, but still a bump. . . |
working through the pain today |
Insomniac poem #3 |
Lesson 1 in "How to drive yourself crazy" |
When you wake up crying with a song running through your head, you have to get it out somehow . . . |
A bump to Jon's "I would rather" |
beautiful melancholy tune that suits my mood and moment |
My love sent me a CD of classic love songs, and this one has been running through my head all day |
A nailpolish analogy |
an acrostic for my love |
alive with love |
It hasn't fallen yet (that I've noticed) . . . |
For my true love |
Bitter much? A catty "keep out" message to a friend's ex |
Inspired by my recent birthday trip to Hawaii |
A dare from my friend Dawn to make a poem with the line about the wing nut . . . |
"This is the way the world ends, not with a bang, but a whimper. . ." |
Joyous memories of a wedding I went to today . . . |
Dark is the night |
Pushing on a fragile relationship |
Third ending poem: friendship is possible, but only if he pursues it |
The second: longing and regret |
The first of three ending poems for my erstwhile love |
A simple verse for painful times |
tasty . . . |
When love erodes into insecurity and chronic need . . . |
. . . why I'm single |
I'll take my Disney love straight up, with a twist . . . |
A self-flagellating bump (no reflection on JoyZ) |
Three views of rain |
Simple, hopeful thoughts and rhymes |
A safe-sex acrostic; must be read outloud to a drum-machine beat . . .;-) |
I'd really like to know . . . |
Truth is stranger than fiction . . . |
A story inspired by a melancholy Monday . . . |
For Gala's Summer Challenge . . . maybe a bit melancholy for the true spirit of the game, though |
Beautiful song from the musical "Flora, the Red Menace" |
No decision is still a decision . . . |
I stared at this word so long it ceases to make sense . . . |
Issuing a blatant, baldfaced plea for feedback on this wordplay: too inaccessible? |
The hallucinogenic effects of love |
When you're so goofy in love that only the most basic, inane rhymes gush forth |
I hope you feel it too . . . ;-D |
Someone get me out of this monday malaise! |
Reworked, and much improved, I think . . . |
The air is thin up here . . . |
Honest to god, heard this in a bar . . . |
Struggling . . . |
Losing faith that he'll ever be mine |
If only you could see yourself as your lover does |
Two halves don't make a whole |
A try at haiku |
Inspired by the Marjorie Glacier in Glacier Bay, Alaska |
I'm into something good |
Two distinct moods and styles, highlighting the divide between what I feel and what I'll show |
mine mine mine mine mine ;-) |
A brief poem to clue you in on how the next date went . . . |
The story of last night's date |
A little footrace metaphor |
Cyberdating; gotta love it! |
2nd attempt at vertical wordplay (see The Real Message) |
The man who inspired me to contribute to loveblender is exiting my life. Will I find it in myself to continue? |
A little mixed message |
Folks who scream the loudest care the most |
How easy it was to translate his "See you later" into "Have a good life" |
Homey don't play that . . . |
Is self-expression selfish? |
A little wordplay; methinks she doth protest too much |
A bump to Harem's NOW |
We never know until we've already leapt. . . |
Attempt #2, and this time, it rhymes! |
My first attempt; feedback appreciated |