Being with my sister is like reading my own mind all the time, only in a different body.
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.
talk to me at dreambig16@hotmail.com
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.
- How is it possible for me to be so happy, and so u...
- We have to drive fast. We must find a spot fast. T...
- 'Jude Law is so lacking in vanity that you almost ...
- I work in a shop in the center of town. The sidewa...
- Women often marry men they laugh at.
- I'm stripping down.Finding myself among the shambl...
- KreislerSell me a violin, mister, of old mysteriou...
- Well here we are again. The Nelson Sisters are ret...
- My sister and I were talking today about running, ...
- It was a lovely afternoon, so my younger sister an...
1 Comments:
You have the most insightful things to say - and can communicate a deep idea in only a few words... it's refreshing - like poetry.
=:-)
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