fillette
Profile
I am a wondering traveller with a fixed perspective that I keep trying to move by moving myself.
I am unfit and yet I continue to run.
I write for myself.. if that brings someone else pleasure then all the better.. but it’s not my aim.. I write to empty my soul, to explore my head and to discover my heart.
Groups
fillette is a member of ! Creative Writing & Poetry !, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Baby Love, Beginner's Expressions, Graphic Scratch, Lesbian and Bi-Women's Art, Midnight Ramblers, Short stories - Spherical Scriptings, Something To Say, The Art of Pain, The L Word, The Red Writing Room, The Sensual Word, The Word Tree, Twisted Tales, Two Word Challenge, Up & Coming Writers and WMG.
Journal Entries
reflection
Posted about 1 year ago, 1 comment so far.
from the rooftops
Posted about 1 year ago, 1 comment so far.
I love nothing days
Posted about 1 year ago, 6 comments so far.
Filling the void
Posted about 1 year ago, 2 comments so far.
snow
Posted about 1 year ago.
Happiness
Posted about 1 year ago.
typing allergy
Posted about 1 year ago, 1 comment so far.
Writing
my mother's magic pears
I knew my mother was not a witch, not the bad kind anyway,however I suspected perhaps that she could perform magic.
you are not the lyrics to my melody
I will take my skinless pear and eat it with brown sugar / And drink my coffee wrapped in my cloak of clouds
Stuck to me
I cannot take comfort in pebbles and limes. No lake to skim them across, no gin to sink them in.
Please draw me a picture
Dearest Jenna, you should draw me a picture. / A picture of a princess -living in a castle with walls of shiny white tiles. The sun shines off them and the glare blinds anyone who tries to look, the …
Do butterflies like the dark?
I had set up my guard / kept a mindful watch / they still got in. They’re in there now / flapping around / dive-bombing into the pit of my stomach / crash tackling towards my belly button /…
Under the Cherry Tree
We lay in the grass as the ants trudged their weary path across our toes on their way home. / The sun’s last rays filtered through the cherry tree – you caught a ray in your hand and touch…
