And so it was written

And So It Was Written.

"Excuse me, but when you say 'written,' do you mean in pen or pencil?"
Silence.
"Because, see, if it was pencil I can erase it, but if it was in pen then I have to cross it out. So which is it?"

The voice began again.
And So It Was Typed...

"Backspace. Or delete. Whichever you prefer."

The voice was beginning to be a bit agitated.
And So It Was Engraved In Stone

"Stone can be broken."

The voice almost screamed. It took a deep breath and stated firmly, though one could tell that it was severely harassed:
And So It Was!!!

"Says who?" came the indignant tone from below.

Another Poem. Untitled.

You are far away,
Farther than China
Or even the moon.

Without you the world is grey,
Dim as ash on a cloudy night.
My only hope is to see you soon.

In my dreams I can stray,
And close the gap between us
Where you brighten my sleep to noon.

But once I wake with the day,
You fade and the distance grows
Until not even imagination is immune.

Warning! Days in Calender Closer Than They Appear

Everything's happening so fast. Life is coming at me so fast. It's scary. There isn't enough time to do what needs to be done in the two years before the "real world" reaches me. So I look at things a day at a time. But that means that things get put off, forgotten, and there is no plan. There are so many things I need to do and not enough time in which to do them. I feel so lost. And I'm afraid. The years pass so quickly. I should still be a kid. I want to still be a kid sometimes. Other times I just want to let go and get it over with. Jump into the real world, right in the middle of the current. I am an incoming junior in college. It is too late this semester to start Teacher Certification. Next semester, I hope to (but have not done anything to work toward) Study Abroad. So that leaves Senior year. But teacher's cert. can't happen in one year. And we don't have the money for me to stay longer. We don't have the money for me to be going now. I've come this far, but I'm afraid and so I hang back. And yet Life is dragging me forward and I can't just stop.
Time is a funny thing. While it is happening it alternates between minutes going to slow and going to fast. But then you look back from where you're standing now and think "How did I get here? How did things progress so fast? Shouldn't I still be in Junior High?" Last year was one of the fastest ever and I fear that this one will be even faster. And I'm caught, being pulled along with it. Who knows where I'll end up. I only hope it will be in a place I want to be.

My God (A poem)

My God

The rising sun. The ocean. The night sky. The cherry tree in full blossom.
The delighted and joyous laughter of children. The light of a candle burning in the lonesome dark. The smile of a loved one. A hug from a friend. The voice of your lover. The cool touch of a gentle breeze on a hot day. A butterfly. Music. Color. Company and a warm blanket inside on a snowy evening. A good book in the sunny valley or on a rainy day. The flight of a heron. A kiss. Peace, Hope, and Love. These are Beauty. These are Life. These are God.

Polyamory

So I did my shtick on gender, so I guess the next thing to explore would be Polyamory relationships. Ready, folks? Polyamory is not bad!! There is no problem with more than one person in a marriage, as long as all parties know and consent. So long as everyone is married to each other and no one person is opposed to the idea or so long as no one person has multiple spouses (in secret), then there is no problem with polyamory. And it’s not just about sex! Just like any other marriage is not just about sex. Children and finances are also part of the equation.

There's a great book series by Gail Dayton called the Compass Rose. A marriage is between four people--at least. I think that is very cool. It's a romance with magic and adventure built into it. Supercool. Anyway, I think it is awesome that there are books out there where there is polyamory unions. I don't understand why people are so opposed to the idea. Well, I guess I don't want to share my boyfriend, but if we both fell in love with another person, they would be welcome into our relationship. But I doubt that that will happen for me; I don't have enough room in my heart for that kind of love anymore. I can love as a friend or family member, but not as a lover because my boyfriend takes up that space. However, maybe others have bigger hearts than I do, at least in this respect, and are therefore able to love more than one person as a lover. Yay, them! Three cheers, I say. Huzzah! Huzzah! Huzzah!

Anyway... as I said. Polyamory unions aren't just about sex. There's love, respect, trust, and happiness. They raise children together. They help each other with money. They live together. Sounds good to me! I mean, this way, only one house has to be bought and more than two people are able to pay for the mortgage and appliances and utilities! Very efficient! And there's more people to clean the house (as well as make it dirty). There are more groceries to buy, but more people to contribute money to buy them in the first place. So finance is a part of this.

But most of all, in my opinion, polyamory is about love, respect, trust, and happiness. It's about caring.

I was going to go into a lot more detail, etc., but I can't think of what I was going to say! Ah, memory....

God

I wrote a poem entitled "My God" a few years back. What I wrote is true. I believe that God (or Goddess or the Holy One or the Great Spirit or Whatever You Want To Call It) is in everything, is a part of everything. It links everything together: trees, animals, people, the sky, the waters, etc. The things I listed in the poem are the evidence of God. I believe that God is within everything, but is also separate.

Read Old Turtle (a children's story by Douglas Wood).

Tentative Poem (looks better in my word doc.)

Darkness
D
R
I
P
P
I
N
G
Down
To spLAsh in my heart-ache.
The sun has gone out.
I am blind.
The darkness closes in,
Choking me.
It
S
P
I
R
A
L
S
Around me,
Falling like rain.
Or tears.
Maybe it misses you as much as I do.
The sun has gone out.
My sun has gone out.
I am cold.
It is dark.
The darkness clenches around my heart
(--darkHEARTness--)
Squeezing tighter and tighter
Until the blood can not get through
The Pain
D
R
I
P
S
Off of me
Like sweat and tears.
Like rain.
Like the darkness.
Pain and Darkness surround me
Like a blanket,
Smothering me
The sun has gone out
My sun has gone out.
All that is left is my darkness.
Empty of light.
Nothing is enough to keep
Me from being empty, too.
Just empty.