Sarafeline

Sorry to inform you but my sense of humour is sick

2009-08-10T11:20:04-04:00

URGENT NEWS FLASH!

SARA UPDATE! after removing the ice-lolly stick from her ass she has been moved from the critical frozen pop ward and is doing well ..Just thought you would like to know..

DR Dic wanted to stick something in its place said it would help with the recovery process but she declined as was not sure his intentions were entirely honest, so Is taking the meds prescribed by nurse doom ..
*Thinking Still not sure of the skull and cross bones on the bottle but HEH*.

More trivial updates every five minutes in this more than electric story. I know you are already thinking *How did the stick get there?, how did the operation go and what will Sara do next?*

PS: Please do not be sad for me although very weak I will try hard to write every day I promise.

Disclaimer this blog has holds no connections to any one real, living or half dead, any similarities to any one real, living or half dead is purely coincidental and I will not be held responsible for any humourous content.

((With good humorous intentions Sara))

For more updates I will pass you over too Marie AKA misscurious as I will be sending her more information telepathically when to weak to type.

A blog about nothing.

2009-08-09T20:13:25-04:00

A pointless blog with pointless pictures for your viewing amazement DOH!

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A pointless picture of me for no appart reason but for the fact I love my new red lippy

Ok second time around I just had a blog wiped off the planet thoughts.com by an impending unknown resource maybe fate?, but now you will never know the brilliance of the words that were lost GRRRRR, they are now headed for the vast reaches of nothingness.
The thing about nothing is that something must ensue for it to be nothing or nothing would in fact be something so my blog is now a nothing because something happened to it..(are you really reading this and are you bored?)... well I am im bored and I think i will head off to have pointless dreams now where I know in my heart of hearts that my brain is just taking the piss because its either nightmares *Thanks mind you're so kind* or erotic dreams *again thanks for the visuals*, kinda sucks when you have decided to be celibate haha its like my mind likes to tease me..bloody brain UGH!.
So this is a completely pointless post and yes im fucking whining because my last one was better!
So I will bid you all a good night and put some pictures here pointlessly just because I can...
Thanks for reading the dust crap from my mind MWAHS.

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When the candle burns..For Cully.

2009-08-08T14:33:29-04:00

When the candle burns.

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The candle sat upon a table the light illuminating the corners of the room..so fragile, such a soft glow; it watched intently the night sky through a small window.
The stars seemed to burn in their heavens that night more furious than ever before piercing the sky like speckled pieces of a broken mirror.
The candle watched the greatness of the stars in envy, how could her small light ever compare to the vast glow of the aged stars.
The night grew cold and the candles flame flickered as the breeze edged at her warmth, still she gazed.. her being sore with the winds of change and casting a wary intent.
She ached to touch the sky and small whips of her being diluted as smoke into the air, she watched the grey spectres of her light swirl like liquid snakes past the clouds and beyond, and she pondered if some of her being had wept into the stars for just a moment and if they knew her pain and shone just a Little for her.
Millions of years past and the sky still a spectacle to behold and all the candles of the earth below just small lights spent so long ago, everything is connected, the candles light now a star and watched by others, she transcend at last to a being of pure light and courage..

The little candle now knew of her own specail place in the universe, and others watched her in awe at her brave glory and wonderment, the breeze no longer vexed her for she was fighting the night and she burned the brightest.

Love to you always Cully.

Sara.x.

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Rancid technology

2009-08-06T15:04:42-04:00

Twas the sixteenth hour of the night,
All was sleeping except a crafty rat.
He chewed upon the wires and fed upon their food.
He never did get the concept that the hour was too late to chew.
The food was spent and so were the ghosts in the house.
For the ghosts fed upon love.
Dry.
Unkempt dust clung to her lashes like a perfect mummification of what she had suffered in silence, she again closed her dirtied eyes and slept, no tears fell for the clotted masses of the..

Ramifications of the word null kept her .

In other words..

Fuck you and the horse you rode in on (Dont cha just love that saying).

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Are people giving honest opinions?

2009-08-03T20:38:32-04:00

I do wonder if people are real in their comments, if they are just being *Nice* because I am a nice gal or they deem me to be a pretty face?.
Do people really read what I write or Skip paragraphs to get to the end?, because lets face it we are people here that want to write not read predominantly!.
Now when I read something I commit myself to it or I walk away and decide not to comment as there is no point in popping in to say Hi.. *insert wave here*, equally just because someone comments me I will not necessarily scratch their back because they have mine its lame. I read things because they are interesting or because I care about that person and their lives.
Sometimes I do not have time to read as much as I would like but unless I read every god dam word I would rather not comment at all just so people comment me its pathetic really and I do see this happen all the time, you know when person gets a comment like *I loved your blog its awesome* and pretty much they will comment the same for the next 20 they read not noticing the content might be about a funeral ect...
I'm having moments of doubt again I guess as we all do and no its not woe is me, I am just human and trying to decipher if my writing needs a change or deleting.
I need not stay here to be a crutch or to use this as a crutch, I need not pity just constructive and real comments that is the main reason I came here, now I do stay because I love some people here truly and I will offer my support freely out of love not because I need too but I still want honest opinions and hope they will be truthful not just nice to humour me:).
Plus I have found a few times when I have given honest opinions myself I get my head bitten off so only ever negative comment on people that i have known for sometime, that way I know they can take it ;).

I can take it so please bring it on haha :) ....MWAHS.x.

Lil ranting thur Haha..

Sarafeline.x.

PS: YES I KNOW ENOUGH WITH THE DARK STUFF!.

A Heart resides..For paul.

2009-08-02T19:03:37-04:00

A heart resides
So low the chambers of my soul, I tred bare foot upon the shards of glass laden upon the harrowed grounds of my sombre heart, yet I feel the pain not; the dark envelopes me whole and I find comfort in the patterns of melancholy art, sounds whisper as sisters in my ear; they know me so well and we walk hand in hand through the gallery of despair, a distant cry of heartbreak, hail it is my mother and I take from her bitter gifts, alas her name is doom.

My mind feeds upon shadows and keeps them as a token of remembrance, a Beautifully dark ossification of what has, and will transpire..Regret is but a word I wish not to know, yet I adorn it as a jewel.

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Cruelty of my being, a crossroads I stand upon; a Door way *Oraphis* of times distraction to fate.
I take into my finger tips as a paper origami the wings of a angel, deciphered soon as I decrease the folds to find wonderment lacking, innocent blood spilled just as the dew upon a aged leaf, somethings are best left.

Questions burn deep and I talk of my life in poetical context so hard to transfix in ones mind, Who will listen to my words that are thwart with knowledge beyond my years, for pain has been my tutor and he taught me too well and hence the balance is tipped and the scales needs an equal to weigh my complex mind.

My mask of a silver hue laughs and plays; reflective of the summers sun, yellow the color of joy, tears cling inside and I let the faces stare back in the mirror of despite and they only see the sun, the mask gleams.I watch contented as people smile back, and I hang upon their words, melt into their lives hoping that euphoric glances may pass as my own..

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The night closes in too fast and knowledge is mine enemy, my thoughts my curse, my writings my savior..so I bleed upon the dry parchment what truths my heart longs to forget..

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By strange conveyance in a world; an arena of modern halls an architect will rarely pass and read into the designs of my world, and see past the mask see into the chamber be it ever so cold and pull light from the dark, and burn embers into my frozen heart...

My writings built in pillars of unorthodox riddles, I wish people to interpret; yet to write them as glass to me a conceptual disaster, I need this puzzle...Whom will put back the pieces and truly master what they have made?.

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I lay stripped as a dove with out feathers, pulled from me my heart, abstracted my broken soul, not a unusual affair but to plume me kindly you will adhere to my soul mend into my heart forever more, I have time I will wait....Perfection I have patience for.

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Just thoughts.

2009-08-02T07:48:31-04:00

The autumn is approaching in my life and the trees weep their tears of leaves that fall gently upon my furrowed brow.
I long to feel alive again, to touch a hand to feel warm and wanted.
No one sees the woman behind the guise, I am fallen and I need to be lost so to find my self once more.
Can anyone understand this heart and all it carries, can they understand why I run so hard and yet wish to remain?.
I am completely thwart with heartache yet for all my sins I wish to give and be received into the bosom of gentle love.
I wish to float as a bluebird on the softest summers day lifting my wings gently over a field of wild blossoms to feel the warmth of the sun upon my feathers, to see another like myself and to sour into the heavens together.
To enjoy a moment in time that is ours alone, to watch the sun melt into the hills hand in hand to experience life and its complexities as one soul entwined.
All my long life I look and I find nothing that convinces me there is a better feeling than love.
I wish to take another's face in my hands and cup my fingers softly drinking in their features kissing softly the smile that loves me back.
I am consumed by these feelings and I run no longer pretence just makes me ache more, my dress is tethered from running, my face a painted lie...
My words are my enemy, and so is my heart it lies to others, it whispers to them that I want not to love again.
Deep sighs fill my life and for once I am coming to peace with myself..
I am here and yet I still run, I wish for someone to catch me before I
fall.

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Copied UGH!.

2009-07-30T17:40:12-04:00

I was reading through some recent posts two days ago and noticed someone had copied half my poem word for word UGH YUK!, I ought to out them but I prefer to just say how SAD this is, now then I didn't copy protect that one so hell they can have it; most mine are © but I failed to think that one was worthy, its not the point though really people come on grow your own talent and grow up!.
I don't think I would ever feel right copying someones words I like to think I have my own individual and original talents so need not to, I would feel ashamed really, so new person; read me, copy me, but don't bother to befriend me!...Until you get some of your own stuff!.

Peace out..Wish this didnt bother me but it does!

The one, only and original Sarafeline.x.

I was Tagged

2009-07-30T16:52:25-04:00

I was tagged
Lets keep this going I was tagged........

write down 5 things about yourself and tag 5 people to keep this going

1. I am a HUGE science fiction fan, I love Dr who and star wars/ Star trek, Oh and the matrix has to be one of my faves, Vampire films also hold great interest for me.

2. I love sushi, cockles and smoked fish ;)..and when I was a lil gal I wanted to be a mermaid so food choice would of been ok LOL ;).

3.I m kinda a wacky dresser, I love unusual outfits, Crazy shoes, and hats ;), I kinda stand out a lil In a crowd with my odd clothes but most people just stop to ask where I get them and want some too Haha ;).YAY I'm my own tone of cool ;).

4. Im very loving and have a great sense of justice, If you do something wrong then its always best to hold your hands up and say sorry rather than be stubborn, I am a forgiving soul and I don't hold grudges.

5. I am a savory person I love cheese, pickles, crisps ect its rarely I eat chocolate.

I'm going to tag:

Long.

Wraithwriter.

Angie V.

Scarlet.

Anotherdeadhero.

Sarafeline Layer cake ;).x.

2009-07-30T09:34:56-04:00

Nine Layer Cake
~ Nine Layer Cake ~ stolen from Kellie ~ stolen from French kiss~Stolen from waynesview haha :P.

LAYER ONE:
-- Name: Sarah J.F.
-- Birthdate: 1975
-- Birthplace: England.
-- Current Location: England
-- Eye Color: Green
-- Hair Color: Black
-- Height: 5,7
-- Righty or Lefty: Both

LAYER TWO:
-- Your heritage: Irish/Scottish/ Mostly English Heh Im a mix ;).
-- Your weakness: Too kind.
-- Your fear: My children being hurt.
-- Your perfect pizza:Ham and pineapple.
-- Goal you'd like to achieve: Make my children proud and utilise my talents.

LAYER THREE:
-- Your most overused phrase(s): Hey Chick. Common guys :P. Alright darlin :).
-- Your thoughts first waking up: UGH!.
-- Your best physical feature: My eyes.
-- Your bedtime: All ova the place depends what im doing :)
-- Your most missed memory: My uncle whom sadly died when I was 18 :(.

LAYER FOUR:
-- Pepsi or Coke: Coke.
-- McDonald's or Burger King: UGH!.
-- Single or group dates: single
-- Adidas or Nike: Nike
-- Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: neither
-- Chocolate or vanilla: CHOCOLATE
-- Cappuccino or coffee: coffee

LAYER FIVE:
-- Smoke: Drunken only lol.
-- Cuss: try not too
-- Sing: all the time
-- Take a shower every day: uh yes
-- Do you think you've been in love: Im thinking I cant remember..Im lost to that feeling.
-- Want to go to grad school: sure
-- Like high school: NO!!!
-- Want to get married: Im getting divorced so UMM
-- Believe in yourself: Of course!.
-- Get motion sickness: Nope
-- Think you're attractive: Im ok :)
-- Think you're a health freak: no not even close
-- Get along with your parents: yes
-- Like thunderstorms: Love them !
-- Play an instrument: Kinda.

LAYER SIX:
In the past six months . . .
-- Drank alcohol: OMG Yes
-- Smoked: Yes
-- Done a drug: No
-- Had sex: No
-- Made out: Yes
-- Gone on a date: Yes
-- Gone to the mall: Yes
-- Eaten an entire box of Oreos: Nope
-- Eaten sushi: Yes
-- Been on stage: No
-- Been dumped: No
-- Gone skating: No
-- Made homemade cookies: No
-- Gone skinny dipping: last 6 monthes...No
-- Dyed your hair: No
-- Stolen anything: Yes this from Waynesview :)

LAYER SEVEN:
Ever . . .
-- Played a game that required removal of clothing:Umm YA!
-- Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: YES
-- Been caught doing something: YES
-- Been called a tease: All the time ;).x.
-- Gotten beaten up: Yes
-- Shoplifted: No
-- Changed who you were to fit in: No

LAYER EIGHT:
-- Age you hope to be married(ish): .Nope
-- Numbers and Names of Children: I havent got all day :P.
-- Describe your Dream Wedding: Me, wine, freinds and no groom then take freind on honey moon haha ;).
-- How do you want to die: Asleep and very old after seeing my kids are all happy :)
-- Where you want to go to grad school: ?
-- What do you want to be when you grow up: A writer/Artist
-- What country would you most like to visit: Texas, America ;)
-- Best eye color: Dark almost black, or green ;).
-- Best hair color: Black.
-- Short or long hair: Either, depends, dont like crew cuts tho :).
-- Height: Tall
-- Best weight: healthy
-- Best articles of clothing: Unusual or smart.
-- Best first date location: again depends on the mood im in ;).x.
-- Best first kiss location: under the stars.

LAYER NINE:
-- Number of drugs taken illegally: :O..Nope no likey drugs...Tried weed UGH nope not for me.
-- Number of people I could trust with my life: A handfull.
-- Number of CDs that I own: too many
-- Number of piercings: four
-- Number of tattoos: four
-- Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper:Once.
-- Number of scars on my body: Two
-- Number of things in my past that I regret: Oh so many, but no point really so Moving on haha.

Inspirational people at Thoughts..Scarlet,

2009-07-29T17:36:15-04:00

Art work and wrtings by Sarah Feline © 2001.

Scarlet

Geneva... I don't know where to start with you really, You are an inspiration to me and from the first time I read your art/words I knew you to be an exceptional soul, so many of your posts are carved in my heart one nearly brought me to me knees (The hanging tree), I love you sweet soul and it has been my privilege to have you in my life, I was a fortunate soul to have found you and your fantastic, AMAZING!, talent... but even more blessed now to call you friend...Words were not enough for you so I give you my own art work and writings as a tribute to the wonder that is you..
Thank you for being a light in the dark..
Your friend always..Sarah.x.

Fallen angel

She sat playing with a purse of diamonds; her face marred by splashes of blood and her hands shaking.
In the room in which she sat a solitary candle adorned a glass table and cast a subdued light upon the darkly clad hotel walls, her deep blue eyes shifted greedily about her tempting any presence to dare take from her what she had craved for so long.
Echo’s wailed into the night and she knew they would come; Only she could hear them, only she knew their pain.
She stood from the bed clutching tight the black velvet drawstring purse, slowly and painfully she walked to the small bathroom and turned on the light, her eyes contracted quickly and she hissed cat like at the luminous strip of light, wincing she shut her eyes just for a moment to adjust to the brightness. Steadily she edged to the mirror.
She had never seen her own reflection before and she gazed upon the splendour of her angelic face, her eyes wide like a doll; piercing blue almost too surreal, her skin smooth white, opulent, like that of fine marble, ruby lips, and long hair in deep raven waves which trickled down her thin frame like spun silk, she splashed cold water upon her skin feeling the sensation and almost fell back, blood ran off her face like dew drops from a leaf and she patted herself dry in the white cotton towel left at the sink.
She was a site to behold, a fallen angel; she turned her naked back to the mirror looking over her shoulder at the stumps of once feathered wings which were now bleeding badly, she hardly noticed the pain; she had what she wanted and knew she would heal faster than any mortal.
She was tired the day was long and soon dusk would envelope her in deep sleep, her legs felt like lead weights as she made her way back to the bed.
Hours past the clock weeping forth time, the clouds in their heavens missing the tears of angels to make them weep and the earth was parched in dry raptor.

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The demons wept at the sight of the last angel alive as they entered the room, In her hand their tears; clear diamonds as the angels always weep, and the blood of the heavenly dead washed from her procaine skin only hours before.
She stirred sensing their presence and one question left their lips as they took there payment for her mortality..
“Why did they not see you coming?,”
She replied in a low voice full of agony, “ Angels never question other angels actions.”
The demons took their payment, as at last she became a human soul, and the pain filled her being with might.

The demons never understood why this angel choose to be human or as to why she choose such blasphomy.

The angel only understood at the point where she becme human and she never stopped crying for her crimes, but they were real tears.

Hope you liked this Gen hunny, the art work and writing my gift to you for being my wonderful friend, thank you hunny; loves you muahs .x.

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Copy and paste fun, Plus very important!.

2009-07-27T20:03:22-04:00

This is the most important blog ever!
You don't think so but it is. Just look at the hits it got. Never mind there are no comments. There are so many hits. You got to read this It is so important and so am I!

Does that offend you? Does that make you laugh? Do understand I wrote it tongue in cheek?

Well sort of wrote tongue in cheek.

LoL!

Have a good day everyone.

PS: I did not write this fantastic blog Irish mike did hehe :P.

The stars in their heaven..

2009-07-27T18:17:51-04:00

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I stare at the midnight sun, its silver hue transcending peace into my heart.
The intricate colors of the universe transfixed as luminous points.
Interwoven the stars into the tapestry of twilight.
A blanket of such beauty; such art.
I unfold mine eyes and I wonder, Was a platinum needle point adorned to make such wonderment for me to aspire too?.
A gallery of galaxies; shifting patterns as stars die and streak against the canvas.
The sea a mirror where one can touch the very splendour, watching as finger tips diffuse light into ripples.
So small I sit upon this beach, I am but a servant to time and space, and I paint my destiny into the insignificant word...that is me.
Light from the divine darkness weeps, Just for me to bleed onto the sky once as that dying star falls and catch my it in my hands, would this not be a merciful blessing; how does one tell a star Farewell?.
No words can describe how I feel nothing apt to express my feelings..I borrow and snatch at phrases to capture sweet influences of my heart, and I always fall short.
Lest I never fall in love again with another like I have on this night with all as it should be, the waves rush to shore reflecting my desires of heaven, and what paradise has spent and lost.
My soul aches.
I look at my palms lines of humanity burn there, I close my eyes and lay still letting the night take me to the break of dawn.
I sigh deep and a tear falls, but my eyes reflect nothing of what I have seen, all is lost in this moment; as in all moments, just passing whispers and I listen for the next, on my beach made of time.

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Dedicated to DMB on his birthday :) muahs.x.

Perfect start

2009-07-25T14:29:18-04:00

I had such a fab day, it started in the early morning UGH, ha ha, my Lil C4 (Yes he is a drone from star wars honest, that or I don't like saying their real names on-line, you decide) .. woke me with his sounds of airplanes and bashing at my door. I rolled back the covers feeling for my brain slipped it in and made my way to the drip ( I'm mean my crapola shower), at 9am one of my best friends arrived and we proceeded to the ritual that has been known since the dawn of time to moms coffee drinking and gossiping ;), while our 8 collective monkeys trashed my kinda half tidy cave/house.
After much deliberation we had come to the conclusion men are all from mars and have no self respect or intelligence, and gathered the troops for a game of Ker Plunk.
Our Monkeys bashed away at the marble filled madness which some geek with way too many marbles and far too much time, had invented when I was oh about 8, yes Ti's true its an age old classic that always amuses kids for hours right?, WRONG!, after one game the kids were bored and started to pillage for food sources (Well mine did Ha ha).
The hours past and the kids were having a ball, luckily they all get on very well :), it was time for them to go at last, and in my moment of madness I decided I too was now bored and packed a picnic for me and my 5 kids to take around to the park, we headed in troves like an army of scooter armed mad people with furry blanket and soggy sandwiches a plenty.
When we arrived at the park it was great no one was there :), YAY park to me and the kids, we ate our soggy ham sandwiches and bottles of warm over diluted squash.
We played off ground touch for over an hour, and to my horror my kids were much faster than I anticipated so I got stuck *On it* most the time he he ;), I swear I had forgotten how much fun that game was, and if anyone seen me *Horror* I was laughing so hard and kept falling over where I was giggling so much.
My Lil gal J2 was just as bad and we just grabbed each other and tears were actually streaming down my face where I could not stop laughing, my boys kinda gave me an odd look, and I swear my oldest was eyeing me in a *Thank god my friends are not here* kinda way LOL.
I know all this is a bore but I truly had a great day and I am looking forward to the next six weeks where I intend to find my inner child * Pokes out tongue*.
Later this very day another friend came round with her additional monkey troops and I encouraged my kids to squeeze out that last drop of energy on the trampoline ( Hoping for an early night ;)).
OK so now inner child has a headache where she got sun stroke Ha ha, but it was worth it!.
We had chicken curry for Dinner, with home made naan breads and I for one am a satisfied mom with happy Monkeys ;).x.

So Peace out folks hope your day was as fab as mine ;).

Sarafeline.x.

Spiced apple.

2009-07-24T18:22:50-04:00

Spiced Apple

Once upon a time a farmer had a daughter her name was Spiced Apple; she was the most beautiful girl in the land; her hair was the color of rich autumn leaves and her eyes like liquid sapphire.
All the town folks loved her she was sweet and joyful, offering out her friendship and admiration to all and everyone, she charmed even the most inward people with her kindness; and in return people were generous to her with their lives and their wealth.
One day a new face arrived in town, even more beautiful than her own, at first she embraced the new girl, offering her friendship and sending her sweet apples off her fathers trees.
Many months passed and Spiced Apple decided to take a trip away from town the new girl had so much attention and she was glum; all the people barely noticed when she left and months past. Soon it was winter time and the snow drifted peacefully into the small town and covered the cottages and taverns in thick white blankets.
That winter a lonely girl drifted into the town adorned with a long cloak and a mask of pure gold, the people started to whisper, asking who she was and what she wanted in their little town.
Winter faded into spring and new life sprung from the earth, the trees filled the edges of the town and the gardens with rich green textures, at last warmth started to fill the air.
The masked lady started to befriend the towns folk and often stopped to help them with their daily chores, she had a strange accent but seemed somehow familiar to them and they embraced her with their kindness and generosity of spirit never questioning her motive.
The new girl being brighter than people realised noticed certain traits in Masked girls personality, and knew deep down that it was Spiced Apple, so she kept a watchful eye on her and hoped for the best that she was back to help and had good intentions,
Not wanting to cause Spiced Apple any distress she patiently went about her business, but noticed that the town folks were becoming unsettled.
Rumours were rampant and snide remarks about the most popular of towns people were being posted to the walls and billboards of the town; covering up all the beautiful art work that previously covered the spaces before.The town elders seemed to take heed but knew that there were no rules about what was posted in such a peaceful town, so had no power to stop it and knew not who was causing such a stir.
Summer quickly arrived, and the masked girl was still doing good deeds and cheerfully befriending people while the New girl sat back and watched.
Then one night the masked girl left her house in the twilight hour and the moon was touching the cobbled streets casting a silver glow on the stones, she slipped into the ally ways with an arm full of posters and started to paste them upon the walls.

The next day the towns folk awoke to see new posts everywhere, cleverly crafted and heavily disguised in intricate detailed handwriting they were a site to behold and gasps left many lips, the new girl eyed them knowing now that it was she (The masked girl) that posted the awful rumours; she had followed spiced apple for many months always keeping close; always polite, watching, and learning.
That night in the twelfth hour she had followed her and watched as she pasted the notices to the walls,lamps and billboards, and when the summers eve became to hot and she could take it no longer the masked girl pulled the mask from her face letting her long brown her cascade down her back and she turned for a moment and looked over her shoulder with her liquid sapphire eyes to make sure no one was watching, the only person in the ally that night was an old blind lady and she went on her way.

The new girl stuffed her grey wig and black glasses in her pocket and went to tell the towns folk.

The End.

The moral of this story Spiced apples are very sweet on the outside but very bitter in the center, and once bitten people know how they taste!.

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Demons desires for Angels...Dedicated to Angie V.

2009-07-21T18:23:06-04:00

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My Eyes sparkled red and hers alluring blue, the angel and the demon making sweet love on black silk.Only once would I find Her lips against me; Pleasing me and sending shivers into depths in-between the warm folds and I sighed deeply wanting more and yet; I pulled back teasing my own senses; I knew this was forbidden and my heart raced all the faster for this fallen soul, and forbade love.

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"Let me tempt you sweet seductress." I spoke soft and slow; shifting my feet against the heated sheets; my thoughts devoted to games of pleasure and pain, "let me take you on a euphoric trip and drowned my tongue into your loins."
Mesmerized by my silken touch and demonic glare her innocent mind succumbed to my desires and I stripped her bare, Biting at last her panties; teeth clenched as they slid to her ankles, "It is my turn to please you now," I threw her a wicked grin, then teasing her back with my fingers softly; laying her with legs askew and her fingers uncurling onto the soft bed sheets, I began caress her warm breasts with strokes of my tongue, and as I fingered her leisurely in controlled hard thrusts, sighs left her lips like whispers on the slightest breeze.
I shifted straddling her thighs; folded against each other warm fur; aching down her smooth skin my finger tips pushing at her pale milky white body until my lips tasted hers.

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My breasts heaved deeply against hers as we pleasured each other her brunette hair wet with excitement brushing against my cheek as I nibbled at her ear ; I breathed her in deep, collective wails diffused into the night...
As we met orgasm together...

We slept aching from lust and desire, this was my only night with my angel angie, and even demons weep sometimes.

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With Lust ~Gypsie-Lee~

Why did we come here?..Why do we stay?.

2009-06-11T16:39:21-04:00

I want to know what inspired you to come here and what makes you stay!. I came here in November of last year and I have to say it has been a rollercoaster journey I have met people that I could not have dreamed of meeting.
In November my friend suggested that I post my poems to a site to see peoples reactions to them, I thought the idea nuts at first and I had never heard of a blog before in my life.
As I wanted some feed back I scanned the net for free blog sites and stumbled on this one, I wrote tales of vampires to begin with I had a 6 page story which I posted It got about 20-30 hits and a few people bookmarked it :), so I started writing more poems and the odd real life moment but to be fair I haven't done that in a long time.
One night I felt like my world was crumbling, I had just slipped out of a bath and tears were ripe on my face, I wrote a blog about how I felt at that precise moment, to my surprise a comment popped up it was Foolm8 aka Rene, He was very sweet and offered such wonderful advice and I took it in.
I stayed writing and making a few new friends along the way getting support for my life stories and poems and I guess I just loved having a support network that entailed of such a mixture and diversity of souls, I wrote a few blogs that annoyed people and I guess I pressed some ones anger button one to many times, this resulted in me leaving the site.
I returned under another name I don't like conflict and have no time for it in my complicated life so just thought it was easier this way, but what i did not expect was all the blogs that were written for my departure I was stunned I had touched so many peoples lives and It made me really sad that I had left so easily without a fight.
I quickly told all my friends what had transpired and that I wished only to blog quietly no pressure of being in the lime light, of course over time I did gather a following once more and drew attention again from unwanted sources, so again I thought twice about whether I could deal with such negative attention, I again reluctantly changed my name and went into the shadows only telling a very few who I was.
I guess my writing style is unique and the wrong people always find me, and they did!, so I decided to hell with it all and went back to my original self Sarafeline even wrote a blog on it haha.
Well I wont run again yes I love it here this community is so vast and everyone of my special friends here have a place in my heart I have already seen many come and go but I'm part of the furniture so I guess your stuck with me!, and if any one causes me trouble again out of jealousy or aggression towards my writings then I will just pretend they don't exist I have learned that although rants are fun they only feed the fire!.
Now there are a few people here I miss and I haven't seen them about of late Bogo was a dear Friend of mine here and I would love to know if he is OK so if anyone knows do inform me.
Many here have been and will always be my true friends I have even spoken to a few people here on the phone lately that I have known since the start, now if i ever get to meet YOU then that would truly be a blessing but if not well hey we have this world and guess what, Its just great!, just think a few years ago I would of never been able to befriend an American or a Australian from across the world and form such a bond I just love this place!.
So here's to me and my nutty poems, and to all of you who stay because you care about one another it just gives me more faith in human nature.

I joined for me.

I stay because of all of you.

Queen of darkness.

Sarafeline.x.

Dont look for me.

2009-05-08T12:15:52-04:00

You are the captivator of time and you clutch at my eye.
I want none of you, to pull this bone from my person and strip it bare of thwarted flesh a disease, a melancholy disaster.
You are the festering truth of me, and you bite down hard at all that I do.
Lack of your substance would be my throne to rule upon and I shudder as it excites the core of my everlasting being.
I walk in this space this soul of mine embracing the lack of the essence it shunned.
To read this unwanted "word" a curse so many times it has been written, so many times it has been the conqueror of worlds and yet to forget it to me bliss.
I graze in and out of my conscious mind through wanton footsteps, and I remark to myself how quite the sound of insanity.
I think i am lost, I certainly hope so for whence this wood of desapir came and took me... the dark clouds were thick and this is where I now burrow my young brow dreamily on them like sorrows pillow.
Don't look for me don't try to dent this mist with your words, I am lost and I wish not to be found.
The chill in this place a comfort that envelope's my being and makes me strong.
Don't look for me.
You are the captivator of time and you clutch my eye, you may never have my heart.
There will be others my love, but never will their thoughts and dreams rest as mine did in deep places and in the crevices of understanding of a world that seems bare yet for all its darkness you were its light...
Stop searching I am lost.
I am not here.
one word forgotten, and the capitavor of many but I.
love.

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I had a thought......Short story.

2009-05-01T08:52:00-04:00

The night draws in and The sound of crickets make music in the garden the window is ajar and there is a dim light casting shadows in the room..

A man sits at his desk and types out a story on a brightly lit computer screen, all around him the room disappears as he gets lost in his own world full of dark delight of vampires, blood and sex.
The night closes in deeper, and chills run down his spine as the cold air from the window touches his skin, he sits and his imagination runs wild..
She is there in his writing this creature not human not real, but still he fantasises about her... her shape ..long lean legs smooth perfumed skin pale like she were made of marble and scented by the gods, her black hair soft like silk cascading down her back, her green eyes like emerald dust and her lips full and sensual.
She breezes in through the doorway of his mind, wraps her arms around him and kisses him deeply on his lips as he turns to face her, with every shallow breath she feeds him her tongue and as he gasps she delves deeper...
She is all but dressed in his T shirt which loosely fits her slender frame and reaches just past her buttocks, She pulls back and wrenches the computer chair towards her wickedly grinning as she fits both knees either side of his hips, Her cotton shirt now lifted over his abdomen and she shifts her hands downwards as she softly unzips his pants...
The Brightness of the computer screen illuminates her face as she bites gently on his neck and pushed her open legs upon his firm full frame...
He gasps and sighs and all the while wanting more.

Then he brakes free of his daydream as a door opens behind him....

The Girl of his imagination steps in the room with that same grin on her face and a twinkle in her green eye's that always inspires him to write a little more erotic than he intened...

No imagination....Just reality written more beautifully.

THE END.

Link for part 2.
www.thoughts.com/Sarafeline/blog/i-had-a-thought2-short-story-282432/

Those Who....

2009-04-09T07:41:00-04:00

So I see the Prophecy of the Insane, and You can read these fateful words.
You who condemn Me And make the fires in my heart bleed...
Those Who deem me Evil, and walk In the hands of Satan...
Those Wheel the force of undulating Darkness...
And cower in shadows at my every thought...
So you read of me..
Criticize my art..
I will rise and Fall as the winds in the midnight tree of forgiveness..
For this is my garden..
I cast you out oh Bewildering minds Closed to the enchantments of the other side..
Not to Thirst for My words...
Not to thirst For my next breath...
Those who watch gasp, I kiss thee, Draw you close and Torture my Tongue into yours.
Deep Ever lasting doom when beseeches the words of Thee and hold you in Arms of Fate...
Your Towers of the mind locked to the Serpents of ground, they sliver trying To brake the stone.
Those who Test my wits Draw From me a force unimaginable, And The serpents breach My towers...
To those Whom deem The seeds Of hate Plant them not at my feet...
For The serpent commands my every word, And this word Is

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Revenge!.

I drink of the seeds My mouth holds them, and I purge them into the Snake As I scream Silently!....For all to watch in horror....

Those Who Are bound and governed by the rules of simplicity, You are lost from my world forever more.

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