JOSSISAGOD

Actually it was the best weekend ever. I went skiing this weekend for the Special Olympics practice weekend before the competition(in about a week and a half), I learned to Mono-ski, which is basically a seat, put on shocks with a shaped ski attached under the shocks. About three runs before I had to leave, TWO "ski bunnies" bumped into me, in the space of about five minutes! The mono-ski is a freakin' babe magnet, and a kick ass ride! For those of you who don't know already I'm paralyzed from the waist down, and use a manual wheelchair to get around on a day to day basis. Here's the general idea of what the ski looks like.

ROXYFREEFALL

Well, it's been a bit since a blog has gone up. I thought I'd do something a little different and, by a little prodding from a friend of mine and fellow writer (thank you Al dear :smile:), post a few poems. Now these are older ones, mind you, so don't go thinking that my life is crazy or romantic like this. Honestly I'm creative, but very boring in real life, lol! I did post some of these a while back, but I can't remember which ones. I apologize a head of time for some of the over-dramatic nature of a few of them. Let's start with my fav. A poem I wrote a few years back about a good friend of mine. The Invisible You have a quiet way about you. You smile when no one is watching. You make me laugh when you think no one hears. You are more intelligent that you let on. You care more than you think. You dream more than we can imagine. You cry when no one is around. You think so little of yourself when you are so important. You hurt in the quiet depth of yourself. You hate injustice, but hide behind ignorance. You make sarcasm your mask. You feel more deeply than you portray. You think that no one knows your secret, But I do. I know the real you. A lil silly romantic poem written a little more recently. This was done for a competition. Yeah, I didn't win. First It starts with a thought. A wisp of an image, pass in the mind. A lightning glance. A biting of the lip. The quick glance away. An accidental brush. The tingle of impending touch. An embarrassed laugh. An unnecessary brushing back of hair. A half smile. A glance down. A walk away. The look back. A parting of soft lips. The escape of gentle breath. The expectation of voice. The realization of forgotten words. An extension of reach. The slight connection of finger tips. A final embrace of two waiting hands, Now inseparable... This one is a little darker. It was written to go with a story I heard on the news that broke my heart. I wish I could find the article, but it was several years ago. Memory Haunt In another time and in another place. In another mind and in another space. Sounds of open screaming and forgotten lands. Spills into the open like a broken hour glass with rushing sands. Why oh, why do you haunt me, torture me night and day. I have not forgotten, just make it all go away. Weeping and moaning and all the wretch of deep sorrow. Please, please, just let me go till tomorrow. Pounding of agony, screeching of dire need. Just put me out of my misery and make me bleed. No physical mouth to hush, no hands to clasp hold. Stop this, please stop for fear soon I may fold. Heart pounding hard and fast and mind about to break. The sounds of hell in my head now have put my life at stake. Unfinished business and restlessness air. Why did they have to die like that? Cause life is never fair. This was intended to be turned into a story, but like so many of my ideas, never made it to paper. It's 'bout forbidden love. Yeah, yeah, like there aren't a million like it out there, lol! This Dance Unspoken words whispered in glances between us. Hands brushing, fingers touching. Wanting we know of something we can't have. Don't make me want you. Don't smile the way you do. Your eyes beckoning to me sweetly. Telling me you want me to. Don't breath your warm breath on me, Whenever you hold me close. Sending lightning through my body. Making it hard to let you go. Fight me, hate me, Please make it impossible to want. I don't want to feel this way about you. This incredible haunt. Hands slid over my back as we dance. My head buried in your neck, resisting the chance. Just break our embrace and let me go. Because I'm not strong enough not to show. Push me away, please, I beg you. Don't tease me so. We can't hurt more than we silently keep. These sins we must hold within and bury them deep. But I know as well as you, we both want this to be. We both fight, we both entice, we can never be free. This dance we engage in will never bend. For the

COSMICFUGITIVE

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TERRIFRIED

agh i can't believe it's been a year since i first watched firefly already! i lost freaking disc 3 NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO and i've only gotten two of the comics so far. if i could get the other two..freaking..signed. i'd be the happiest lil kid in the 'verse

SPACEANJL

It's the crossover wot done it, guv. I'm fairly sure I'm not the first person to write a Firefly/CSI crossover, after all. Am I? I have come to the conclusion that my head is just...wrong. There are a finite number of things that you can put into one consciousness before you start giggling and dribbling and people take all your knives away. Luckily, I no longer have to face the public on a daily basis. It's just me, all on my own. Writing. Surrounded by a vast number of books, dvds and cds. Contamination was bound to occur. It's not like it was too much of a stretch to put the two ideas together, either. I have a perfectly logical process to link them. Unfortunately, I start to sound somewhat Riveresque when I try to explain it. Just think what could happen if I start drinking coffee again. :biggrin: After all, Joss Whedon wrote 'Toy Story', too. So, logically, that makes Mal Woody, and Jayne Buzz. And River must be one of those cute little green things with the three eyes... See? There's a reason I'm not allowed caffeine. Or sharp objects.