Happy 15th, Trevor! Have the greatest year ever.
the giant tortoise
This is the blog of Charisa, Pianist, Poet, Actress. Herein my poetry, tempests, exultations, tears and laughter are recorded upon glorious inspiration.
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About Me

- Name: A Vibrant Petal
- Location: United States
She is red, vibrant, Pulsing to be seen, To be held and caressed. She is a petal releasing fragrance - Deep, scarlet scent; Will he notice? Will he be pleased? Oh agony! He breathes the air straight from her lungs. She is wilting - yet wills him deeper still, to uphold her crumbling strength. He is a god! A golden god. Her soul is bruised with his beauty.
Wednesday, September 24, 2003
Saturday, September 20, 2003
I love Barbershop Quartet music. I think it's ever so funny though, how almost every song is about a guy who is very scornful of love, and makes violent declarations about the fact that love isn't for him at all. He laments that his fellows have allowed themselves to be swayed by affections of the heart, and are walking starry-eyed down lovers lane.
But in the end, he just can't wait to put the wedding band on his sweetie's finger.
Ah, the strength of a man's resolve.
Thursday, September 18, 2003
I had a very scary experience. I was driving by myself, on my way home from an engagement. There's a place where the road curves, and right on that curve another street with a stop sign joins it. I'm driving along, and was almost right on the curve, when on the adjoining road a little red car driven by an airhead of a teenage guy came zipping up. He didn't stop at the sign, didn't even glance in my direction, and pulled out right in front of me. I couldn't find my horn fast enough. I squealed on the brakes, and I swear, we were within a foot of each other. It was so freaky. My heart was banging so hard, it was jumping out of my chest.
Once my brain started working again, I kept thinking of how I was so close to death... and how God was so amazing and protected me.
I love being alive.
Monday, September 15, 2003
Frodo died. Gollum had something to do with it, and Frodo was now decidedly dead. Aragorn had a great love for Frodo, but no amiable feeling of affection for the ring, so it fell to him to destroy it. He walked for years across a huge field of tall, yellow, dead grass, all alone. He went for so long without eating anything, but he had some immortal blood in him, so he wasn't starving. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a ghastly forest appeared, and Aragorn was starting to get lost and bewildered. His strength began to visibly seep from his body; his life was fading. He stumbled, and couldn't even stop his fall.
Then, huge bears, about ten feet tall, came out of the trees. Their claws were almost as long as Aragorn's arm, and they surrounded him, and were about to eat him, when Aslan appeared next to Aragorn with a bunch of little dwarves. "Take him to Narnia," Aslan commanded. "They'll never find him there."
~ A dream. By Charisa's entirely too imaginative mind.
Saturday, September 06, 2003
"Clay from this realm and the breath of heaven from the other, behold a creature of two worlds. He is the only being who is citizen of both realms.
Standing before you is one who will move about between two creations without confines. For him, there is no boundary. The two realms are but one. I have made him heir to the riches of the earth, and I have made him heir to the riches of the heavenly places. Both are his. Part physical, part spiritual, what you see before you is one like no other.
Behold my masterpiece!"
~ The Beginning
The Chronicles of the Door
Gene Edwards

