http://darksoulpoetry.stolze.us The expanding works of Elizabeth Anne Easter. Poetry and musings (or maniacal ravings) of the stark reality of life. Thu, 09 Oct 2008 06:54:09 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en To blogging, I mean. It seems that the world moves so fast, and there is always 'tomorrow' to do something that you mean to do. Then tomorrow passes by, along with every tomorrow after, and there you are, weeks, sometimes months later thinking - "Oh yeah, that thing I meant ... http://darksoulpoetry.stolze.us/2008/03/31/how-do-people-remain-faithful/ So I actually came across a review of this site on StumbleUpon, and was surprised to see a review saying that my poetry was "not bad", but "angst ridden". Angst ridden? I was under the impression that I simply wrote to reflect my personal experiences in life, not ... http://darksoulpoetry.stolze.us/2007/08/30/angst-ridden-emo/ The Poison Pen Suddenly the poison took hold, seeping into her bloodstream, and making her head spin. Gingerly she placed her hand against her temple, trying to ease the now increasing pain back into the recesses. It was no good. The taste in her mouth was more than ... http://darksoulpoetry.stolze.us/2007/08/30/a-touch-of-poison-helps-the-medicine-go-down/ Childhood Fantasy Mumbled words echo in the room,     dark and nondescript - empty,     save for a chair and the child upon it Sometimes sobs, then spinning,     (how this little room spins about,     violently shaking in its emptiness) The child spins, out of control,     the sobs rend the room completely     in their vehemence The quiet voices come again, the ... http://darksoulpoetry.stolze.us/2007/08/24/another-brick-in-the-wall-of-abuse-neglect/ There is a glaring problem in society today that just needs to be addressed. Everywhere, people are like oozing balls of stress, ready to blow at any given moment. And why is this? It's simple. Sleep. Sleep is the real culprit here. Not marketing, ... http://darksoulpoetry.stolze.us/2007/08/23/say-what-sleep-as-a-disorder-in-humans/ My epiphany of the day: If you are a mother, and even remotely individual, other mothers will set the perfect example for their children by ignoring you. My son just started soccer yesterday. Being a red-blooded, German boy, it seemed appropriate. My husband was there yesterday, and talked with ... http://darksoulpoetry.stolze.us/2007/08/21/my-thoughts-on-soccer-moms/ The Darkest Dream Fetid pools of darkness ebb around my legs, each step I take is more difficult while visions of laughing faces and clouds of uncertainty swirl above me, pushing me into the darkness below. Abandoned, lay my dreams, in final throes of death, while eternity lays before me, taunting me with promises of more nothingness ... http://darksoulpoetry.stolze.us/2007/08/21/nightmares-and-sleep-loss/ Well, some do I suppose. I find knitting and sewing clothes to be a great outlet for aggression, indifference, and primal urges to poke a small stick at some wily animal. Sometimes my joy of sewing and knitting are hampered by sheer laziness - and the occasional video ... http://darksoulpoetry.stolze.us/2007/07/21/knitting-and-sewing-poets-dont-do-that/ Seeds of discontent, nestled in the womb Feeding thoughts of doubt, fat on the misery of the soul,     blinded by a hatred born of insults and disgust Traveling in life, a floating being, unaware of     all the tragedy without, too focused on     the tragedy within Grave and serene, eyes of glass are fixed,     staring into the Void ... http://darksoulpoetry.stolze.us/2007/02/10/human-desair-and-loneliness/ I am so excited, I can hardly contain myself. I am a thirty-something geek. I love Harry Potter. Our grand love affair started last year, after I had thought for so long that HP was for kids. Boy was I wrong! I am happy (and ... http://darksoulpoetry.stolze.us/2007/02/02/harry-potter-7-pre-orders/