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GossamerGirl

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About GossamerGirl

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    Muse In Training
  • Birthday 09/06/1966

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  • Gender
    Female
  • Location
    Birmingham, Alabama, USA
  • Interests
    My three amazing kids, autism awareness, percussion instruments, photography, arts education, knitting, handpainting yarn, daydreaming

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  • Lyricist, Composer or Both?
    Lyricist
  • Musical Influences?
    Folk-rock, Folk-punk, currently crushin on Pearly Gate Music
  1. Diurnal, unfortunately. I wrote most of my stuff at work--while I was supposed to be working.
  2. TO MY "FRIEND" IN SEATTLE I know your name, your age, your home. I know your birthday. You don't live alone. You're not very ethnic. You have a cute face. You're short and you like to bicycle race. I've seen all of your family but you don't know me. I live on the other side of the country. We've never met. I'm just one of the count of faceless friends on your not-so-private Facebook account.
  3. Je vous remerci. Mais je ne suis pas jeune. How did you know I had a bit of French?
  4. Have been in your friends's shoes. Didn't get poetry, just a lot of emotional blackmail.
  5. Leaves me breathless, as well. Do the captializations have significance?
  6. Very nice writing there, for you. Mine was just sophomoric silliness (not even--I was a freshman in 1988). My edges are rather near the middle, I'm afraid (I was a junior in high school when I wrote "The Edge").
  7. S & M U. I'm a student at S&M U. Our colors are red, black and blue. I'm good with chains, better with whips. My nails are long, to tear flesh into strips. ...and I'll tell you you're bad, so be glad to be had by a student at S & M U. The Edge Oh, damn. I've hit the edge. There's nowhere else to go. But after all this time, I always thought that there'd be more. I always thought that there'd be more, but after all this time there's nowhere else to go. I've hit the edge. Oh, damn.
  8. I composed this while I was up to my elbows in dirty dishes, then forgot most of it. It kind of started in the middle. As he got older, the chip on his shoulder became a boulder. Who can avoid the landslide? He always mistakes honour and pride. ...angry and he hates his life ...comes home and rapes his wife...
  9. But don't mind me. I haven't written a thing worth calling a poem since 1985 (until a month ago or so).
  10. This is a beautiful concept. Wish I'd thought of it.
  11. What lies beneath her quivering breast do hide that her soft breath hath longed to impart! For 'neath her gown of gold she knows there lies a darkened stain a-spreading o'er her heart. The poison weed, the wormy apple grow. She envies other flowers' seeming charms and wants them all to wither, but she knows what happens to her if they come to harm. So she says naught, but lets them go their way all merrily but can't dismiss the slight. She wasn't chosen for the bright bouquet of lovers swirling off into the night. And soon enough time's poisoned weed will twine around the flowers of youth, both yours and mine. (From a subject suggested in the Rhymes 8 challenge. Thank you, Bruce N., for getting it started.)
  12. How about getting the best ideas at the worst times--in the shower, while driving, as you're falling asleep, etc..
  13. What lies beneath her quivering breast do hide that her soft breath hath longed to impart! For 'neath her gown of gold she knows there lies a darkened stain a-spreading o'er her heart. The poison weed, the wormy apple grow. She envies other flowers' seeming charms and wants them all to wither, but she knows what happens to her if they come to harm. So she says naught, but lets them go their way all merrily but can't dismiss the slight. She wasn't chosen for the bright bouquet of lovers swirling off into the night. And soon enough time's poisoned weed will twine around the flowers of youth, both yours and mine. Next topic: Cancer and delirium (just overflowing with cheerfulness, eh) Whoops! I just noticed there were 2 pages to this. I wasted 30 minutes on the wrong topic
  14. I assume you're intending a female to respond to this, and yes I clean up good! The person below me knows what the cat's meow really is. It's what wakes me up at 2 a.m. outside my bedroom window. The person below me has gone naked in public.