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"The muse is nothing more than the devil's scarlet. A cruel mistress in her own realm, demanding in her intentions of tapping you dry. Like gods we walk in the realm of emotional bondage, chained to our feelings like our bodies are attached to our soul. It is within the deepest perversions in our mind that we bury our most sacred treasure, and it is within the darkest spot in your soul do you find the true meassure of your worth..."

A day so great is been so long

I cannot remember the last time I had one.

Working laughing and meeting new people

It was incredible just letting go.

New opportunities are on the way

Because of a day so great,

My life falling out of control

Is finely changing from just one day,

All things come and go even love

But you have to let go,

For you will never know what has to come.

A day so great I cannot believe,

What is really happening?

My own place is soon to be

A job of my expertise.

I am going to live my life the way it should be

Free from all the insanity 

That you bring no more wondering

If your true or will he stay

I am better off this way

A day so great it was the best

For giving me, hope.

And a life full of happiness

WE ARE NOTICED AND IGNORED

AS LONG AS WE ARE ALIVE

BUT, WE ARE WANTED AND LOVE

WHEN ITS OUR TURN TO GO BYE

LAUGH ABOUT THE GOOD TIMES

AND HURT FROM THE BAD TIMES

ALWAYS MAKING PROMISES

ONLY TO BREAK THEM

ALWAYS TELLING LIES

ONLY TO HIDE THE TRUTH

WE SAY I LOVE YOU

WE SAY I HATE YOU

ONE THING WE LOVE

ARE THE MEMORIES

BUT ONE THING WE HATE

ARE THE GOODBYES

THAT COME BETWEEN US

WE SOON FORGET IT ALL

THAT IT EVEN EXISTED

EVERYONE BEEN THROUGH

LIFE GOES ON

Time is on our side so they say,
Though against it we fight from day to day.
Some things we cannot change though we continue to try,
Ignoring what we actually have control over till the day we die.
If life is what we design,
Then why do I have no castle or princess to call mine?
Overlooking what we truly own,
Chasing a life media has shown.
Blind to what we see everyday,
Unhappy until death is the American way.
We chase riches and fame,
Thinking our unhappiness they will tame.
Some will get there only to see,
They cant escape the problems they flee.
Take the time to cherish whats yours,
Never close lifes open doors.
Give thanks for the smallest pleasure,
And happiness you will know beyond all measure.

I'm not what you want me to be

There's more to me,

Than what you see

You can't tie me down,

I'm meant to be free

A free spirit,

Soaring higher

Over the moon

And the stars in the sky

Coasting the seas

And the oceans below

Open to the world—

Of possibilities

No one can change me

Nothing can keep me from my dreams

My goals will not slip

Society will not win

I will fly free—

From what you want me to be

~Shopping~
(Nonet)

Shopping at times can be lots of fun
Getting stuff we need or just want
This can uplift our spirits
Or makes us cry at times
Still we are having
Very good time
Cause shopping
Can be
Fun!

~Shopping~
(Acrostic)

Shopping is fun
Hoping get what I want
Online I do now a lot of shopping too
Prices are gettin skyrocket in many
Places but still I go out and have a ball
Inside bags are clothes and books galore
Need to get more art supplies and shoes, and other
Gifts for my family and some of my friends too.

Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2010

September,13,2010

Thanks for reading.

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~Just Venting Some~
(Rhyming couplets)

You just stared the other day at me
And you just forced me to look back at you and see

That this seems to be a game that you love repeating
And everytime it feels more like I should be quiting

I wonder why the other day you just inquire
And asked some questions that from you are not require

I am getting so tired of all your stupid quizzing
No more I want to answer any of your snopping

Sit tight over there and just let me be
Shut your mouth and let me breathe we agree

Don't get on my face and make more of your foolish move
You're doing nothing good and this to you I can prove

You're just playing a stupid game that I dislike
You and I are different and thank God not alike

If you have nothing nice to say about me
Just keep it to yourself like I do you see

As for me I got better things to do with my own time
I am too busy with my own problems to give a darn dime

I still care for you but you just love to give me pain
And you do nothing good for me but my heart drain

So stop all this nasty talk that you know nothing about
It seems that in the end you're just a fool thats no doubt

And it is not even humorous if thats what you're thinking
Get off that cloud from where you are and do some growing

Grow up and a get a good grip on your own brain
All your behaviour is absurd and you're just causing more rain

When will this little monster trapped inside break free?

And let me be me?



The real me.. the kind, tolerant, patient me that only peeps when the monster is asleep.



Will I be free or will the monster's capacity increase?



Will the other me surrender and decease?



Will I ever be free to be me?



Or, will I become this monster I intensely yearn to defeat?



Can the victim, the hostage called me ever succeed?



Or will I shrivel to whatever the monster decrees?



Who will stop it and take the lead?



Will the monster take over this cursed seed?



The victim- hopeless, lives in the terrors of it's own silent screams.



Who will overcome?..



The victim? Or this monsterous gene?



Who will recognize this young girl's plead?... only to succeed.

Excuses, excuses
How everyone has their own
Excuses, excuses
From me no sympathy will be shown.

Apology after apology
It just never seems to end
Apology after apology
This has become your latest trend.

Lie, another lie
Tell us again what isn't true
Lie, another lie
Admittedly knowing this was overdue.

Away, walk away
I must never look back
Away, walk away
Leave behind the wrongs you've continued to stack.

Remorse, your remorse
Its to late to feel ashamed
Remorse, your remorse
If only your self you could have tamed.

Sorrow, my sorrow
This was the only way you could ever learn
Sorrow, my sorrow
On my friend my back I did turn.

Excuses, excuses
For my actions their is none
Excuses, excuses
Please forgive me when this is done.