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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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, February 16, 2005

I stood in the deoderant aisle, sniffing all the differant scents, trying to decide between Secret Platinums Ambition, the Teen Spirit Berry Breeze, or the Lady's Choice Coconut Lime, when I was struck by the silliness of the situation, and cracked up in hysterical laughter. People passing by gave me weird looks, that said "Oh gosh, now teenagers are getting high on deoderant fumes.":

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