Here is one of the Exqusite Corpse from team Ashley.

The fresh pineapple was juicy
The orange was very fresh
I love to harass the sasquatch
The smell of poop is disgusting
Baracudas remind me of legends of the hidden temples
The mysterious man hiding in the cave
adn decided to fly a kite
That was orange
and dying
the milky way is burning
From the flames pushing up higher
all in its path was burning.

I really like doing the Exquisite Corpse exercises they are alot of fun.They sometimes turn out crazy, but like my team said it is odd how they sometimes all fit together. Great job team Ashley!

I am putting up those walls again.
So you will not really see.
That I am uncertain of the feelings,
That are overcoming me.
I feel like I have given you.
All access, the open door.
But I am haunted by
New confusing feelings.
So this door will be no more.
I can not allow this new addition.
To gain its control of me.
So pretend you never knew me.
Turn around and let me be.

I just wrote this up quickly but this could be an interesting piece. I will have to continue working on it.

Here is a piece I was working on over the last weekend. I have not thought of a title for it yet.

The wind across the field,
The grass across our skin.
We lay here looking upward,
To stars, moon,and the heavens.
The stars happy to see us,
Wink at us and we smile.
The moon looks on as it moves downward.
It will be gone in just a while.
The trees humming us a lullaby.
The wolves add to each song.
I wish we could just lay here,
And listen all night long.
I never really understood,
The beauty of the night.
To stay here in this moment.
Would be so incredible.
Who knows we just might.

Here is another awesome picture from deviant art. It is called Silent Scream and is by S. Gamze Guckiran

Well I have been trying to finish pieces that I have started writing. I have found bits and pieces of them all over in different books. I am not sure if this one is finished but here it is anyway.


See this unemotional being
trying to be free from her way of living.
Searching for the power to feel some sensation
To cry, to fear, to be slave to exhaustion
she feels no love, no true emotion
only that hunger for life she desires
the life all others have, the live she needs
but no, she remain as the life were all feed.
Through the darkest streets and with this fight
she travels alone through the night
searching for one thing , searching for life.
to feel loved , to feel whole
to erase what she is that is her goal

I just wrote this while I was at work. So I figured I might as well put this on my blog to see what everyone thinks. I still have a few things to work on with it but any comments are always welcome.

The cool night breeze runs over us,

As we lay there in the grass.

The sounds of night mysteriously

Interest us as they float past.

The wolves on a midnight hunt,

In the distance we hear them run

Other creatures they sleep soundly

There day is finally done.

The moon is shining brightly

It makes a walking path,

If we want to go that way

We will never have to come back.

In the corner of my eye a shadow,

Teases at my thoughts

Could it be danger or another

Curious to see what else has come

Out into the night

The shadow moves much closer

Curiosity floods me and I find

I reach out and fell a gentle coat

And it looks into my eyes

Its eyes look deeply at me

And you laugh as you look on

These two creature play in front of you

Like two children in a soft green lawn

Soon its family comes and joins

And we play on into the night

Running, Jumping, rolling

As the moons gives us its light

I come out of this surreal dream

And find myself in bed.

But that peaceful place I went to

Will always play on in my head