Stargazy Girl

actually, thinking about it, none of my leading males do. What? I dont hurt them on purpose!

it just...happens

I give you - a Wilf

( One Day post moon height )

Galileo doesn't half have it rough. Woe unrequited love chasing the woman of your dreams through eternity! Woe! Or, something like that

( Galileo segment III )

Oh, the mornings are for poetry. I dont know why it likes this time of day best - probably as I'm only half awake and my dreams still cling, but it really does. As before, please read and review? Thank you...

( Stargazy Girls )

I am working on something that has the potential to be either Big, Significant and Good, or just Large and Messy. I should point out that this is nowhere near a complete work, and the parts that I am posting are a long way from being finished too. I'm just posting them (to both journals, for maximum attention!) to see what all your feelings are
So far, it has two parts, both of which are already rather long. Sorry...

( Galileo, Part I )

( Galileo, Part Unknown )

(cross-posted to dollsinteacups, which is, for you who has no clue what I'm babbling about, my writing journal)

I've spent the last 15 minutes writing this amd I think I rather like it. I'd like your opinions too, however

The Chasing Time

( Run along now )

Results Day

They are coming, they are coming
Wary feet upon the stairs, and
Tripping into parents cars, to
Motorbikes or up the hill.
They are coming, they are coming,
Their faces smudged with sleep and fear
And possibilities arrayed in
Anxious flurries and flusters and a
Need to be gone. Cars speeding,
Bikes swerving, feet pacing,
Lips biting, again. Over and over
Again.
They are coming, they are coming,
Onwards, to their schools, where
Once they hid in toilets, behind
Books, with footballs, with
Cigarettes, in tiny skirts, surrounded
By friends, in libraries.
They come to where they learned
To hide. To hide again,
Still surrounded, by friends
And acquaintances, and bitter enemies
All, for once, in equal uncertainty.

They are coming, they are coming,
They are delivered in the mail
Millions of plain brown envelopes
To succeed, to pass…to fail?

I've been trying to top something lily wrote all evening. None of my efforts are very good, but you're getting the three best efforts. Just so you can believe me when I say I AM rubbish, really:

( crap 1: )

sorry

( crap 2. better, but not good enough: )

( crap 3. as with two: )

I'm really really sorry if you read all that. You chose to.

Nell asked for Doctor Carlos fic. And, since it was in my mind

( Omission )

enjoy?

I'm not very sure that I like this, but I showed it to my beloved Vesta and she seemed to, very much, so I will throw it to the metaphorical wolves. Please rip apart nicely, ok? ;)

( Insert Title Here )

In addition to this - most of you have doubtless seen this already as I posted it on my journal yesterday. There must be more somewhere in my mind, I'm sure, but right now it wont come, so here is a ( fragment )

I'm on a poetry binge at the moment, so it is quite possible there will be more later. Hope you do not hate too much

edit ( its all lies I tell you! LIES!! )

For Greg and for Ollie. Its selfish, but I'm rather glad it didnt work out this way. If it had been Ollie who died, I do not know how I would have coped.

( Growing Pains )

if you did...holler

( The Habits of Life )

Yes - I'm finally doing something with this.

This be my new (or only, so far)fic journal. Isn't it pretty? (well, it will be)
*pets it anyway*
Craig is here, so I feel at home, ok?
Does that make more sense?

Basically - creativity of almost all sorts. Eventually. I hope...

and noooow

(to christen)

written for (and glanced over by) my beloveed rebecca. Not-very-long P/C

( Inversion I )