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Username: | Savannah Haze | |
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Member Since: | Sat May 5 18:58:14 2001 | |
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It's not that I personally have anything against football, I guess I'm just jealous |
Since they'll never receive them, I'll share with you |
I wish I didn't know... |
Love is warped to say the least |
Short and bittersweet |
For some reason my corrections didn't take. Let's try ONE MORE TIME. |
CORRECTED: A grab bag of literary influences, with great thanks to Mr. Vonnegut's diction. |
A grab back of literary influences, with great thanks to Mr. Vonnegut's diction. |
If dreams are like movies then memories are films about ghost--Counting Crows |
Nothing mushy... not my most "PG" work |
The cadence is a bit off because it's meant to be put to music. Hopefully you can find the beat. |
I can be jealous. |
This is an absolutely beautiful song. |
Just pissed off. |
Sky rockets in flight. Afternoon delight. Mmm, mmm... I had a happy afternoon. |
This was part of a recorded conversation between a lover and me years ago. |
My father started ths song before I was born. I finished it and told it from the perspective of a woman. |
I wrote this as a love letter to my students, to help them understand why I CHOOSE to teach them |
The beginnings of a song... |
semi autobiographical ramble |
This is from exactly two years ago. Sadly, little has changed |
*Sigh* college days.... |
Actually inspired by an actual conversaion. (And that's just sad) |
I actually wrote a couple of Chritmases ago and have never shared it. I never imagined then that it would still be so incredibly relevant. |
A songI wrote for my husband. Not my most eloquent but I actually mean every word. Includes the note i left him when I gave it to him. |
Not about romantic love, but about a mother's love for her daughter. |
Might have posted this before. Came across it today and wanted to share. |
frustrated, frustrated, frustrated |
A sad song for a sad time of year for me |
a bitter old song |
I am so homesick. This IS love. Unconditional love, though not in its traditional sense. |
I just love my husband. |
Now that I don't have to worry about mom walking in... |
I miss those nights parked in a field |
I found this written on a napkin... from two years ago! |
A little song I wrote about a man I loved who loved me back but loved his music mroe. |
I'm waiting for a reply from him... |
An old love is reincarnated |
being at the end of your rope may be the start of something spectacular, spectacular |
He doesn't care that I chew my nails; I don't care if he burps and doesn't excuse himself |
My next installment of placing blame on anyone and everyone but myself. The movies were only the beginning... |
A writing assignment given to me some years back... a bit long... |
Though the relationship soured, i got this sweet little poem for Valentines one year. |
veni, vene, VENTING! :) |
so much anxiety right now |
My only poem to make the front page was called "Second glances at the last show" I saw him again almost a year later. |
sometimes breakups don't bother me. |
on the radio |
I wrote this today as I sat in the waiting room |
but i'm not bitter |
Here's the new installment. I promise this won't stay depressing. |
Okay, to prove how much I like everyone, I'll share a poem I found in a journal while packing to move. This one is dated 1992 which means I was possibly 13, probably 12. Talk about DRAMATIC! I thought everyone could use a chuckle at my childhood "soap opera." This one was inspired by me not being able to date an "older guy" (hey, he was "ONLY" 16!) I fear I'll pay for my raising :) |
This was a writing assignment in an upper level writing class. We were asked to write a "modern sonnet." This was a classmate's contribution |
Here it goes again... don't know where I'm going after this. Let me know what you think. |
This was in a folder of pieces my classmates wrote... never got the meaning? maybe you can figure it out. |
You can't be crazy if you're living for something. Most don't have that much. This was the child of a nightmare. |
We're back to the present with the (again) reunited Allie and Michael |
Allie's response to I love you. |
Things heat up |
The three year reunion continues |
Here's the next installment. Needed a break after #3... |
This one hurt to write. |
Next installment... have no idea where it's going |
Kinda long...I've never done this before... bear with me. |
a point of clarity from years ago |
Just had to celebrate |
What i thought would happen but hoped would not |