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Words make thier own meaning, you just find it. Syntax is Every Day Life. I'm Shae. Or Shaleeta. I can be very Shy. I get nervous easily. I lie to myself, but I never get away with it. I miss people, every day. Also, I'm quite the misanthropist- I hate humanity, even as I love them individually- at least a spare few.
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My Obsession.Is Life.-Pictures that cause that feeling down your back, almost like rejuvination, or disgust. Or, pictures that are simply beautiful. Or, just pictures.-to the wonderful copywrite holders of these pictures, I hope you don't mind me using them... as I have no right what-so-ever.

My Blog

Creative Writing Mark & Art Exhibit

Firstly- I got my mark for the CREW 110 I did (Creative Writing Intro to poetry) and I got an A+! On my first University class.(A+ in classroom work, A in class participation, A+ on my final Portfolio...
Posted by on Wed, 06 May 2009 23:29:00 GMT

I want a ten!

I got a nine on my poem, which I suppose is good consideringthe average high mark is seven- and I got an eight and a nine before that.  Let me go back-I handed in my poem, and not one person in the wo...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Feb 2009 20:23:00 GMT

Tiny amaranth Eggshells

I don't do poems this short... but could this work? Just like this?A fleshed spiders web is wrapped about my finger,A may flower dance withtiny amaranth eggshells trapped in the net.
Posted by on Mon, 02 Feb 2009 19:41:00 GMT

Hand Assignment (A fleshed out spiders web)

Not quite a poem yet- not even a raw one.  So it might be a bore to read through.Or just a tangled Brush.Just working with some lines... We need to write about a hand this week. Metaphor is strongly s...
Posted by on Sun, 01 Feb 2009 18:30:00 GMT

My Mousa (Prime for editing)

"My Mousa"Nameless girl with moths in your head-I watch you from behind my book.My Calliope, my Erato, my Terpsichore-Sitting, sleeping, eating in a doorway, you are Florences greatest monument.My han...
Posted by on Tue, 13 Jan 2009 23:04:00 GMT

Words.

These are not poems.These are ramblings that prove I am coming back (or going away), that I am desensitized, and I wish it weren't so. But then, I would die before I let myself back again.Excuse my th...
Posted by on Fri, 12 Dec 2008 04:46:00 GMT

(Raw) Poem 2- The old man

Bare bones- I need to rearrange the lines, add new ones, spice some up, delete some...(The red is a part that really needs some)Any ideas to give this some punch?Perched upon a rotting bench,(three do...
Posted by on Thu, 11 Dec 2008 01:40:00 GMT

Your shoe strings are untied,

Your shoe strings are untied,frayed, stepped on.Your link to humanity is dwindling, and your shoes are falling off.
Posted by on Fri, 05 Dec 2008 14:56:00 GMT

Delicacies

       I never have to deal with Family. Ever.Now in the past week I've seen two dozen people I had to pretend to know (And like) and had my 10 and twelve year old cousins inh...
Posted by on Fri, 15 Aug 2008 14:10:00 GMT

Tired.

    Its 4:20.  Am.yippee, reminders of the good ol days... anyhow.Hard Candy- Great Indie film, everyone should see it, even if half will hate it.About an awsome 14 year old and a ...
Posted by on Fri, 01 Aug 2008 04:18:00 GMT