It is upon this day that I find myself in a state the likes of which I have encountered once before. The confusion, the longing, and the willingness to reach for the seemingly unattainable. I stand here upon the great gorge of discovery. Tell me, must my heart be ruled so easily by the trials of man. Must I be so simply swayed by the power you hold over me. Is your determination so strong that it can bring peace to my hear? Have I lost my sense of direction, my very purpose on this earth? Shall I forever wander in the wilderness or will you bring me to the promise land?
No more tequila slamers. by Terra-Storm, literature
Literature
No more tequila slamers.
The wind blew gently over the tall grass of a lone valley. A flock of Canadian geese soared over the vast blue sky. At the center of the valley stood a lone woman in a blue dress. She sighed softly and gazed up at the soft white clouds. "Where are you my..."
"When do I get to write!"
I blinked back from my day dream to find what looked like a little person, no more than two feet tall, standing on my desk. "Excuse me?" I asked dumb founded by what she was doing on my desk, and for that matter what exactly was she.
"When do I get to write a day dream story?" she said while staring me down with large brown eyes.
Something was off about
I hate that I don't have the guts to bleach my hair and dye it blue.
I hate being told I'm stupid.
I hate assuming something someone says means they think I'm stupid.
I hate being yelled at.
I hate it when someone I care for is mad at me.
I hate walking into a room and everyone is suddenly quiet.
I hate sunburns.
I hate the way cigarettes make my clothing and hair smell.
I hate that I like cigarette smoke.
I hate haters.
I hate the paparazzi.
I hate loud mouthy news casters.
I hate Nancey Grace.
I hate assuming things.
I hate that I always assume things.
I hate pessimists.
I hate tornadoes.
I hate being guilt tripped.
I hate
It is upon this day that I find myself in a state the likes of which I have encountered once before. The confusion, the longing, and the willingness to reach for the seemingly unattainable. I stand here upon the great gorge of discovery. Tell me, must my heart be ruled so easily by the trials of man. Must I be so simply swayed by the power you hold over me. Is your determination so strong that it can bring peace to my hear? Have I lost my sense of direction, my very purpose on this earth? Shall I forever wander in the wilderness or will you bring me to the promise land?
No more tequila slamers. by Terra-Storm, literature
Literature
No more tequila slamers.
The wind blew gently over the tall grass of a lone valley. A flock of Canadian geese soared over the vast blue sky. At the center of the valley stood a lone woman in a blue dress. She sighed softly and gazed up at the soft white clouds. "Where are you my..."
"When do I get to write!"
I blinked back from my day dream to find what looked like a little person, no more than two feet tall, standing on my desk. "Excuse me?" I asked dumb founded by what she was doing on my desk, and for that matter what exactly was she.
"When do I get to write a day dream story?" she said while staring me down with large brown eyes.
Something was off about
I hate that I don't have the guts to bleach my hair and dye it blue.
I hate being told I'm stupid.
I hate assuming something someone says means they think I'm stupid.
I hate being yelled at.
I hate it when someone I care for is mad at me.
I hate walking into a room and everyone is suddenly quiet.
I hate sunburns.
I hate the way cigarettes make my clothing and hair smell.
I hate that I like cigarette smoke.
I hate haters.
I hate the paparazzi.
I hate loud mouthy news casters.
I hate Nancey Grace.
I hate assuming things.
I hate that I always assume things.
I hate pessimists.
I hate tornadoes.
I hate being guilt tripped.
I hate
Here it is, that time of year. Where business push, Christmas cheer.
It angers me, causes my blood to boil, the thought of such things causes my emotions to embroil.
Tis not fair, to the great Hallows eve. Because of this plastic cheer, that business's conceive.
I care not for Santa, or his inflatable Reindeer. I despise snow and fake glittery cheer.
Businesses can't seem to get it through their heads.
That cometh October, is the festival of dreads!
Fear is a gift, one that's rather giving.
A sweet little reminder, that we are the living.
The veil between the gray, is tattered and torn
Passing through the veil, they bring bad luck a
It seems an odd reason to be thankful, to wake up from sleep screaming. Though the cause for such act, is caused by Nightmarish dreaming. To rouse from your covers, with body cold and a quiver. From dark visions that now have past, that causes you to shiver. Tis a thankless jobs a Nightmare has, For no one understands their cause. So I write this poem now, to ask you for a moments pause. The chilling fears, the ghoulish jeers, the unspeakable horrors and dread. A lesson learned, one that shouldn't be spurned. Those fears are all in your head. This lesson though is not complete, a gift also granted as well. One often missed, for fears reminisc
"I'm a writer, a visual artist, a horticulturalist, and a woman. I live a full life, and am grateful for those that allow me to share it with them."
Current Residence: NorthWestCentral Texas deviantWEAR sizing preference: 2x-large Print preference: Fantasy Favourite genre of music: ROCK!!! Operating System: Microsoft Windows 7 MP3 player of choice: Ipod shuffle (currently mia) Shell of choice: Turtle Wallpaper of choice: Nature photography Skin of choice: Mine Favourite cartoon character: Kirby...... wait is Kirby a cartoon character? Personal Quote: "Art is anything, everything, and the only thing in this world. Stand up for your art."
Favourite Movies
The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy
Favourite Games
Pokemon Puzzle Challenge
Favourite Gaming Platform
Gameboy Advanced
Tools of the Trade
Pen All Colors, Graphite, Colored Pencils, MS Paint, and lots of cup ramen!
Hello everyone who reads these!
I've got myself all fixed up with a PayPal account and I'm looking for commissions.
Some people have shown an interest in my crochet sperm. I'm looking to make them in key-chain size as well as full size (24") or any size in between.
2-3" sperm w/ Key-chains - $2 US + shipping
10" sperm - $10 US + shipping
20" sperm - $15 US + shipping
Example! I can make these in 10-20" types. Currently only have green eyes and am out of rainbow yarn. http://terra-storm.deviantart.com/art/Spermy-190676700?q=gallery%3Aterra-storm%2F10254389&qo=0
Send me a note if you are interested in a sperm or any other crochet goodie
Features for my friends:
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Her icon is first. She didn't make it but it makes me smile every time.
Pretty Miss J:
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She has a beautiful smile.
I know what they say:
http://beautyinallthings.deviantart.com/art/I-know-what-they-say-205003211?q=gallery%3Abeautyinallthings%2F349998&qo=8
Lit needs pimping on this site.
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Dredaelus, The Wyrm Killer:
http://5ghost8dragon3.deviantart.com/art/RIFT-Create-A-Colossus-Contest-213651827?q=gallery%3A5ghost8dragon3&qo=0
This shows how much improvement he has made.
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