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Early Afternoon Drive by Goddesswithredhair, literature

Jumping O'er Clouds by Goddesswithredhair, literature

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Jumping O'er Clouds

Jumping O'er Clouds By, Meagan Blanchard Light your cigarette, you young American thieves! Lean forward at my words Hark! Listen, though roll your eyes at me you will. For Truth, I know, And in societies grasp am I held; Though struggle, I shall! Endeavor past the mass mind of 'Common Folk' Toward a cabin alone, wherein I am Hunting for my own food; In streams of pure beauty, unspoiled by man, And I shall dive into the pools of reflections Seeing my own mind in the Wild. The Bear and I, we will commune Of natures' love for the untamed. He will roar kindly at my jokes of others, Like myself, and of their roads of scars. Until

Shish-kebab by Goddesswithredhair, literature

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Shish-kebab

Shish-kebob By Meagan Blanchard Copyright Feb 9th, 2004 Edited April 3rd, 2005 A black rose implants its' thorns deep. Skin rebounds and accepts the Foreign object to bleed around; A puncture that will never heal. Shame seeps inside my core, Embedded down into me; A trench war dug within my flesh. Bridges burn behind me as the back-draft Sears my hair; a hotter red, now. Impaled upon the sword of hurt, Charred over the grill of gossip Basted in the sauce of a spicy life. I cry out my tender juices Shish-kebob style.

Not For Me by Goddesswithredhair, literature

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Not For Me

Tripped on an Invisible Wire; Tottered on that line, Between love and hate. Have to find my balance, To get back to that lovely place Where I can catch a moonbeam To dance upon And swing naked off of stars. To skinny dip in the dark pool That is the night. Heaven lied, And Hell was the truth That became known to me. As cupids missed once again with Their proverbial arrows. Love is known Respected, Cherished, But not for me.

A Mouse of a Conspiracy by Goddesswithredhair, literature

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A Mouse of a Conspiracy

A Mouse of a Conspiracy By Meagan Blanchard Copyright 3.27.05 I hear the back door opening. The hinges having not been oiled in years, creaking their protest loudly. I turn from my computer desk in the dining room, heart beating frantically. I've always loved the nights, the solitude, the quiet, but this is what I hate about being alone at night; the unidentifiable creaks, noises, bumps, and now of course, this. I get up slowly, simultaneously grabbing a metal letter opener from the green pottery cup that holds an assortment of rulers, pens, pencils, and one tire air pressure gauge. Heart pumping overly loud and with my letter opener at

Y'etevons' Prayer by Goddesswithredhair, literature

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Y'etevons' Prayer

Y'etevens' Prayer by Meagan Blanchard Copyright 2003 Edited 3.22.05 Our world had begun to change in the second year after The Great Harvest. Now called The Great Harvest, for we had never seen such bounty again in my life time. That winter it began to snow, endless white upon white. Horrific cold winds, that never stopped blowing harshly as the landscape turned so frozen that even when it didn't snow and the sun appeared, the deep ice didn't melt. Not even the seasons changed. Frost bite became a constant hazard, with many loosing limbs due to exposure. The Great Ice built up and up, never completely going away. Grass grazers died froze

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A Womans' Charm by Goddesswithredhair, literature

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A Womans' Charm

A Womans' Charm By Meagan Blanchard Copyrighted, Nov, 2003 Edited, Feb, 2 2004 Let not loves flight swing you forever past, Your grasping hold, secure not, doth waver Against all hope,all good, your fate is cast. Eat not said lemon, for sour flavor But, yield to thee sweet sugar of herself Waltzing properly, scandalous tango, As fluid and graceful as mystic elf Tamed she is not, ever wild mango. For woman in love, no girl anymore, Heeds not societies regulations. Give her desires or come will mad war For she holds logic, against frustrations. O, let not thou soldiers go for loves' lost Or you shall pay high, the dearest of co

Stardancing by Goddesswithredhair, literature

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Stardancing

Stardancing by Meagan Blanchard When shall my lover dance with me Along the shooting stars, In the deep night sky Through the studded milky way. When shall he kiss me With a lover's kiss A tender caress of need, Along my heated lips. When shall the night be full of passion Never ceasing to touch every part of me, Tasting all the wonderful flavors of myself Sending shivers of anticipation running through my body. When shall I go to him My fantasy lover. When shall I fall for what he offers Can I go now?! To take a flight in the sky, To dance with my lover among the stars, To take and give passion; With my lover.

The Birth of Us by Goddesswithredhair, literature

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The Birth of Us

The Birth of Us by Meagan Blanchard I want to remove all your evil, Shape it in my hands, Play it like a violin Creating magical rock bands. They would scream out all your faults, Taking care with articulation. Making you the inferior Under this steeple of degeneration. Indiganantly you punish the comets Destroying my arbour of creations. Conspiring without ardour Seeking to weaken its' foundations. Intensely mournful, I regulate The lesser beings toward free will; Aborting the plans of my perfect eden Blighting them with our poison pill.

Fatal Monotony by Goddesswithredhair, literature

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Fatal Monotony

Fatal Monotony by Meagan Blanchard There is this and that; These and those, Places between The yet to be, Though life is much like this tree, Changes abound, though ... rarely seen. And through seasonal changes, Like society What is in fashion, Soon becomes taboo, not the passion Like the ebb and flow of the tide, we think with piety. As if we are more than what we seem As I Have many, a different personality All wrapped up in my percieved speciality, Like the layers of bow in a windsor tie.

Destruction by Goddesswithredhair, literature

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Destruction

Destruction by Meagan Blanchard The strong winds whirl about me, The abundance absorbs all my soul. Causing conflicting consequences. The menacing maker of society, Screams surrender agian and again. Lonely, longingly, I slumber the night away. "Miss me?" I wonder. 'Love life?" I laugh. Currupt configurations, Destructive fun. But, who knows, maybe We are all the same Insignificant beings. Those of us who understand.. Bend the rules, raging against All constructiveness. And those of us who don't, Spend our time, Trying to make a difference.

Absolute Univeral Crime by Goddesswithredhair, literature

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Absolute Univeral Crime

Absolute Universal Crime Meagan Blanchard Copyright March 14th, 2004 I found some inspiration Walking through jungle forestation, It was just uncut grass, But I needed it for poetic digestation. Looming luminescent words tumble about Lost in the gray matter of my brain In between one synapse And the next. I am becoming livid; The power plant has lost electricity, Once again My angst solves nothing. Can I have a refund? And it doesn't fit, it doesn't rhyme I can't spell for shit, Do you have the time? O, the thoughts are jumping But, like a hyperactive kid Running to and fro, thumping They flit and flutter Never co

His All by Goddesswithredhair, literature

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His All

His All by Meagan Blanchard Jan 21 2004 I ask myself To articulate, Explain, Feelings run amok; Reeking havoc with my body. Trembling hands Trembling lips Lick them, spread the wetness As if to lubricate my mind. Desires stir, Wipe blurry eyes. Sigh. Legs shake. Heart hammers Chest clenching Breath speeding, God! Ohh my god! It's new, deliciously so Hands to forehead, Hold it inside, Speak of it not Don't shake, don't tell. It's pure sensation It's mine alone, He will never know, If you don't tell him Hint here or there, Never outright. Infatuated, With his mind His soul, I see it... His body.. Hold me c

Enfolding Arms by Goddesswithredhair, literature

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Enfolding Arms

Enfolding Arms By Meagan Blanchard Copyrighted March 29, 2004 Hold you close Kiss your brow Pull you closer No.. Even more. Skin to skin Mouth to mouth Breathe in the scent Of You. Of longing and need Musky man Permeating the air Morning sunlight… Basking like lazy dragons On vacation. Giggles 'n tickles Moans 'n groans Ravoli at 3 am With a side of popcorn, please. Smiles spreading around Like a terrible plague; And I can't think . . . . . Of a better place to be.

Disenchantment by Goddesswithredhair, literature

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Disenchantment

Disenchantment by Meagan Blanchard Copyright 2003 Edited Dec 10, 2004 Riding the freight train Of the multitude. I take my leap, off conformity. Rolling to the ground, I stand. Brushing the dust away, as if it mattered, Motion of habit. Peering toward Celestial wonders The night sky offers to those who look; A shadow appears, Flickering in my vision. Cold, dry air stirs my hair. The images Of last nights' dreams Are recreated inside my mind, Like a movie, vividly. The shadow is my dream. My Vampire clutches me to him. His chest retains no warmth. We fly, up to the constellations I so recently admired. Freezing as the

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Sacrificial Compassion by Goddesswithredhair, literature

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Sacrificial Compassion

Sacrificial Compassion 2.24.05 Meagan Blanchard My right foot is numb Resultant of sitting with One leg under the other; As I so often do. My tongue is cemented To the roof of my mouth. I think of my last stick of gum; Stuck to the underside of a table At the diner down the street. Suddenly, I long for it; As you look at me With fear in your eyes, "What?" You ask of me. Simplistic question. Problematic to answer. At this moment, I cannot tell you That I do not love you As I used too. I cannot tell you, I think of you As friend only. I look you in the eye Lips parted to speak; And see my footprints mar The feature

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Deviant for 19 years
themightymeagan.blogspot.com
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Current Residence: Home sweet shack, Kansas
Favourite genre of music: Rock
Favourite photographer: Dani
Favourite style of art: Fantasy
Operating System: Windows XP Pro
Favourite cartoon character: Dexter
Personal Quote: Why - O - why did I ever choose you?

Favourite Visual Artist

Dani

Favourite Movies

I have to choose just one? errrm... I can't.

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Rock just about any of it

Favourite Writers

At the moment, Dean Koontz

Favourite Games

Runescape

Favourite Gaming Platform

A table

Tools of the Trade

Condoms: a must have if you're in that line of work.

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SciFi, Fantasy

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Jan 5, 2007

Kitty Kat Khaos

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So, I'm home from work and notice several things needing to be done. Fill the cat bowl; food and water. Empty icky cat box, dump trashes. Etc. You get the picture. I get to the cat box and sit on the floor next to it for easy scooping posture. What happens but that my two kittens, Mack and Jack, must absolutely be on my lap purring like mad and wanting attention. So, 10 minutes spent placating kitties with plenty of lovings and back I go to scoop their poop. By then, my legs are half numb from sitting cross-legged on an unforgiving floor. Of course since I have now cleaned half the box, they must go, and go now.  So Mack gets in. Goes pee.

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Goddesswithredhair

Dec 13, 2006

First things Second

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You know, sometimes, I really hate the holidays. That might be incredibly bah-humbug-ish of me, but, damn it, it's hard to love the holidays like I did as a kid when there is so much pressure on a person during this time of year.  I don't have any kids, so I don't really have anyone to 'buck-up' for. Though there is a ton of pressure inside the family to be here there and everywhere. I can't even get away from it at work with having to get the boss and the bosses wife presents. Not to mention the Company Christmas party that takes place this afternoon at 2 p.m. Also, with my finances in an uproar ... ugh. I am beginning to really dread the ho

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Goddesswithredhair

Aug 16, 2006

Should I Not?

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I suppose I should post here, since - Well, since have been arount dA quite a bit recently stalking Dani and Ricky. :bounce: Which, to say the least has its rewards. Recently, I have been browsing dA for a 'help' page so that I can learn to do all the cool stuffs that Dani does in her comments/posts. I recently found a 'help forum' but I am too lazy to go through each and every post on the off chance that it can answer my most basic questions. Honestly, I am sure there is a link for a FAQ or something that I, in my blind odd manner, have completely missed.  I was wishing somewhat that they had a spell checker in the comments and posts 'boxes'