(I wrote this last easter and still find it rather odd. no disrespect meant to any religion, just something to read as a responce to "Two loves")
(WARNING!! QUITE ADULT SUBJECT MATTER)
"THE LOVE THAT DARES SPEAK ITS NAME" By Jac Woods
As they took him from the cross
I, the centurion, took him in my arms-
the tough lean body
of a man no longer young,
but well hung.
He was still warm.
While they prepared the tomb
I kept guard over him.
His mother and the Magdalen
had gone to fetch clean linen
to shroud his nakedness.
yeah, I know I'm horrid about updating but my comp got thrown down the stairs and then the guy who threw it went into a diabetic coma and died two days later.... as you can tell, my life is just one big mess of Charlie-Foxtrot-ted-ness right now.... since I've last posted, I've....
~gotten a job
~had far too many cups of tea in 7 days than is healthy for anyone but an English dowager
~had my computer thrown down 3 sets of stairs, thus making the screen crack'd from side to side
~had a haircut that made me look like ringo starr
~was in a band for two weeks
hey y'all, i need a few names for my story, since i just read a book kinda along the same lines of the one i'm writing, meaning it was a romance and out of the 12 names in my book 8 appeared in the other as well, and don't wanna be accused of ripping off the book i just read...
i need the names that match the following discriptions:
* vampire from the late 18th cen. (b.1774, turned 1790) would prefer a french name or a name with the lang of origin accompanying.
*name for supporting cast, male. pref. popular (c.1970's-2000's) any origin (please specify what origin)
i'm back... my room mate was hacking my account on here and was making himself a right little nusance... by the by..(or by-the-bi, as the case may be) i've recently had a TBI (tramatic brain injury) so if my posts sound like i'm an oatmeal-brain, i am. i'll be fine after a while but i have a semi-permanent concussion and all of my responces and that may seem a little out of wack for a while...
Jac's C.O.S.T.(Coming Out Story Told)
By:Jaquline Alyce Delacroix
It was one-hundred-eighty minutes before the Witching Hour, on the 30th day of the 10th month of the 16th year of the third millennium. Our character, a troubled young man, yours truly, is troubled by all that is going on in his life by the every day ordinary life wrinkles and by more than the strictly mundane. I'm lying awake with the worst seven-word soliloquy ever known to mankind running through my mind,
the last forum topic about the torture devices was not posted by me... my roommate happens to know my passwords...sorry for the little bit of idiocy and thanks for reading...
hey guys and girls! i'm back and wanted to say that i know it's been forever but i'm ready to start talking to my friends again! i was on vay-kay and couldn't use the computer i'm back now and would love to restart any convo's that were stopped in the middle.
what i need now is a nice mug of strong tea...
actually a nice shot of strong scotch would be even better...lol
well, my life in the past 5-7 months has been pretty hellish...and since i haven't written a journal in ages i thought i'd whine in this one...
following is a list of my troubles and travails these last few months:
~in september, i got kicked out of my group home for 'not working the program', even though i put in my thirty days notice and had moved out on the 25th day they kicked me out on the twenty-seventh, for not waiting the full thirty days.
TWO LOVES~Lord Alfred Douglas
And as I stood and marveled, lo! across
The garden came a youth; one hand he raised
To shield him from the sun, his wind-tossed hair
Was twined with flowers, and in his hand he bore
A purple bunch of bursting grapes, his eyes
Were clear as crystal, naked all was he,
White as the snow on pathless mountains fore,
Red were his lips as red wine-spilleth that dyes
A marble floor, his brow chalcedony.
And he came near me, with his lips uncurled
And kind, and caught my hand and kissed my mouth,
" to A Very Special Friend"
the good, and the bad we have seen all, /
we catch each other when we fall
through the seasons of the year/
by our laughter and our tears /
i know you and you know me/
i hold you closer than family /
there's not a secret left untold /
our friendship's worth far more than gold /
when the world seems to turn black /
you find a way to bring me back /
to see the colours or a sunset /
These are the things I will never forget /
to know us this long, we should know all/
But some things about you are like the qaba'al'/
first the huzzah: to those of you who are unaware, i got engaged 2 days ago... omfg! he's the cutest sweetest most loving person i've ever met! and now were engaged!
now for the other: he's in the hospital for a suicide attempt because the psychiatrist he went to, took him off of his klonapin cold turkey, when it says in the PDR that the doctor should wean the pationet off of klonapin not just stop it.
OMFGISFH!!! (OMFG-I'm So F-ing Happy!) for those who were wondering...
aaaarrrrggghhh!!!! i just broke up with my fiancee, so yeah... i'm pissed...and sad...and heart broken...and a million other things right now...i just wanted you guys to know and if you could provide some sympathy i'd really, really, really appreciate it....
my mother has always wanted me to get married, have kids, etc....and now i've thought that this is exactly what i want, with a few major details changed.....have you ever felt like this? if so, what was it like? so, here are a few poems to explain what i'm feeling, via my mother's veiw of marrage for me:
(to my sons)
They are standing at the river's edge; sometimes
I watch them, sometimes
I cannot bear to watch, sometimes
I wish for the river to run upstream, back to the mountains,
Blue as the sky, as grief, as delusion.
They are playing by the river's edge; sometimes
songs that i've updated to be more to my taste....
(every little whisper)
It's an old-fashioned feeling
In a world that's gone wild
It's a walk by the river
On a slow summer night
It's the rhythm of love
Everywhere I go
It's the sound of his voice here in my soul
Every little whisper, every little sigh
Every time I hold him I think I'm gonna die
Every time his heart beats I know that I'm alive
With every little whisper, every little sigh
There's this thing that he does and he don't even know
I don't say a word, man I just let him go