My Blog

A Disparity

... — Tue, 22 May 2007 06:05:15 GMT

There is a disparity between self and how others percieve that self. Sounds simple, maybe even cliche, but something clicked in me recently, and I hadn't realized how much other's perceptions were effecting my thought pattern, behavior, or even self worth. I have something planned for myself that is better than what they'd believe. I can control my own reality, despite the gravity of the immediate influences in my life.

"Have a good time all the time"

... — Fri, 04 May 2007 06:57:06 GMT

It's not just a quote from Spinal Tap. It's a philosophy. Even when we're working hard, there's no reason we can't have a good time doing it.

Meat Puppets

... — Wed, 02 May 2007 07:10:26 GMT

Just bought a ticket to their show!

Where did I go?

... — Tue, 01 May 2007 06:23:35 GMT

You ever feel like someone's ripped your soul out of your body and replaced it with something wretched, irritable and dull? Yeah I have not been myself the past week. Even I don't like me lately. Is it because of my flu, changing brain chemicals, the planets aligning unfavorably? I have no idea. But wisdom would say that this too shall pass.

Lavender Diamond

... — Fri, 13 Apr 2007 06:59:03 GMT

I just bought their first album. Most excellent.

Dream of the Week

... — Wed, 14 Feb 2007 08:29:25 GMT

There was a bicycle with a dead smushed rat on top of it. There was a snake that really wanted to get to the rat...I think he was actualy talking about it, eager like a dog. So I gave the snake a boost and he attacked the dead rat with his fangs, and almost chewing on it like a dog would with a toy.

Quote of the Day

... — Wed, 07 Feb 2007 23:49:59 GMT

Most things worth while are obtained through some difficulty. This should not discourage but rather encourage with the idea that after these difficulties, what one is trying for will indeed come to fruition. --me

"The Constants"

... — Mon, 04 Dec 2006 08:59:35 GMT

you can take everything away and think there's nothing left but there's always a space I sold the furniture I took down the tawdry wallpaper I scubbed the entire place down with Ajax yes, I turned away the house guests there's no couch in my white box to crash on but dear friend ignore my rejection copyright wendy w. 2006

"The License"(another poem circa 1998)

... — Wed, 29 Nov 2006 06:27:19 GMT

my artistic license isn't factory produced I didn't take it off the line and sew it to my shirt it's a birthmark that I suffered for throughout my life I had to grow into it I did not simply take it to wear it at the most convenient time you can't slip into this you can't get it tattooed when the time seems right and most of all you cannot abandon it when you look a fool so look again and you may get confused on whether to envy me or not Copyright Wendy W. 2006

A rather old poem and etching of mine

... — Tue, 28 Nov 2006 07:01:05 GMT

"Masquerading Disinterest" circa 1998? Sad to lose Sad to gain Pick a flower It's my refrain You were dead in my hand I was dead in your hand Never knowing how silently it sleeps Never sowing what it reaps Never showing dreams, it sleeps In days of new, one seed I keep I tread withered petals in snow But I can't choose it's date to sow. Image and poem Copyright 2006 Wendy W.

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... — Fri, 06 Oct 2006 08:16:57 GMT

I am so blessed to know you Purple flowers and a mint violet-blue The sun does not cease to shine In the perfect world, that exists in my mind. If the magic in my heart is true I feel so blessed to know you. If I closed my eyes and died I'd be running in hills, sending falcons of truth And I could burst like stars or live in the Earth and spread all that hides inside on a wing and a note-- what everyone longs to hear: Purple flowers and a mint violet-blue-- I am so blessed to know you. Image and poem Copyright 2006 Wendy W.

The Reflection of Waters

... — Fri, 15 Sep 2006 09:05:31 GMT

copyright Wendy W. 2006 I cannot see myself anymore Just as a sparsely watered tree seems-- I seem dead I walked miles just to see the reflection in waters That far away reflection you can give to me. Shrouded to protect myself and hide from the world I seem dead Though weary, I continue my tread All I ask for Is the reflection of waters That far away reflection you can give to me And I can be proud of what I see.

One person

... — Fri, 18 Aug 2006 08:06:43 GMT

One person Starved Scraping in any way finding specks of light Alone in a cave Monsters abound No hero but the self-hero No roses on a crisp day No dancing with leis No-one else to know of the darkness of days And I try for the power to make my own way. Image and poem copyright Wendy W. 2006

Another Drawing

... — Sun, 13 Aug 2006 07:07:29 GMT

Pen

... — Thu, 10 Aug 2006 04:34:37 GMT

Another pen drawing I did a while back.

Pen and Marker

... — Mon, 07 Aug 2006 21:16:22 GMT

Here's a drawing I did at work the other day.

One of my pen drawings

... — Thu, 27 Jul 2006 03:16:44 GMT

Grey, Grey Sea

... — Tue, 18 Jul 2006 04:34:58 GMT

I am lost in my body As you are lost in the mist As a black silhouette of a bird flies, to fade upon the sea, is he missed?-- --bound for a distant brush to lie... I am left in a one-hued dream, of my existance floating on a grey, grey sea. Copyright, Wendy W. 07/06

Not a person that broke my heart.

... — Sun, 14 May 2006 03:44:59 GMT

(Untitled) Copyright 2006 Wendy W. It is not a person That broke my heart It is not reason It is not defined For apparitions, search the blind. Is there ever really a start? It is not a person that broke my heart. It is not a person that broke my heart And if it was worth my love, If it was defined --merely apparitions to the blind Will my reaching forever keep us apart? It is not a person that broke my heart. It is not a person that broke my heart In the infinite power of the sands blowing still in time With all of my hopes still grasping the mind-- Not belonging, but remaining far behind. Will I be of this Earth when I reach that part? It is not a person that broke my heart.

My Wishes

... — Wed, 26 Apr 2006 05:45:08 GMT

Heres a nice poem I dug up. I probably posted it before, but here goes. In a fog that seems to never lift, Float ghostly patches of light-- When pending is a brand new day, My wishes I recite. Copyright Wendy W. 2005

My New Poem

... — Fri, 14 Apr 2006 20:28:43 GMT

"With Myself" A crow's foot breaks dew on the grass of a dawning season with dappled light I do not see it eludes me, this waking season. How free am I to be set free with your cage upon the shelf Leave me with kinder words today, or leave me with myself. Copyright 04/14/06 Wendy W.