Inaugural entry

[crows]

A wild thing awoken,
Cursing the urban night for lack of-

It’s an evil thing, that stirs us
Catches us up, laughs, and blurs us
Between the border fences
Of two-clanned lands,
Wind-warring soils

I am swept away in the sand
Whirling, winding, winded
And what other choice do I have.

Recant, and lose you?
Or follow, and lose myself.

(Oh god, I know I'm going to hate this in the morning.)

INFORMATION!:

This is my freewriting journal. I, being D, being Marie, being Miss Raven, being the Corbie. It has been moved officially from blurty.com/~blisspellet to here. It's always a nice goal that I will write something in it, every day. But I've always thought discipline was overrated. If you see something, and you have an opinion, spit it out. Constructive critiques are appreciated the most. I am, afterall, a writer.

Comments

[corbie.livejournal.com]

Alright. Rawkin. Dig this paid account madness, afterall.

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[lekiare.livejournal.com]

some poetry goodness! i think it's quite accomplished actually.

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[corbie.livejournal.com]

Well thankyou miss Yazzy *blushy*. I don't hate it as much as I thought I would. But I have to give everything, especially poetry, at least untill the morning after before I make any real decisions concerning it. That's one of the things I'm trying to do though... post BEFORE the decisions get made. So far, it appears to be working... we're at day two afterall.