Carly
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Carly
- VERMILLION, South Dakota, US
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Interests
General
God, there is a whole world out there I am interested in. I have been so cooped up here, ever since I started High School, I want to taste it, smell, it, see it, feel it splashing in my face and washing against my feet.Music
Music is my only outlet. For so long, it was forbidden to me - I had to listen to what HE listened to, so it was stolen moments on the radio during the day. I want to be educated about music, to become immersed in it and sophisticate my tastes.Movies
I love romantic movies and movies that show me the world.Books
I was never supposed to read, I was supposed to breed. Now I want to read every book ever written.Heroes
I want to be come my own hero.
Details
- Status: Single
- Here for: Dating, Serious Relationships, Friends
- Body type: Average
- Ethnicity: Latino / Hispanic
- Zodiac Sign: Scorpio
Comments
Oct 15 2009 7:29 PM
Touch the Darkness
Aug 25 2009 11:44 PM
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Aug 19 2009 8:55 PM
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Jul 14 2009 8:08 PM
Mar 25 2009 3:34 AM
Feb 16 2009 12:05 PM
Feb 2 2009 4:11 AM
how is south dakota this week? and how are you, my sweet carly?
Dec 20 2008 4:36 PM
Nov 27 2008 4:59 PM
Nov 12 2008 3:52 PM
I wish you a fabulous day, beautiful!
Nov 1 2008 3:36 AM
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!
Oct 15 2008 10:50 PM
Oct 15 2008 6:53 PM
coming out next month (november)
I'm excited about it!
Jun 21 2008 1:25 PM
Jun 15 2008 2:46 AM
Jun 1 2008 10:40 PM
hope all is well, my friend!
May 17 2008 11:18 PM
Here is a copy of my new poem, I would like to share with you
7005
Singing Heart
17 May 2008
My heart sings for you,
like a song of romance
A heart of blood and breath,
bleeding each drop,
of colour for you
My true existence,
my passion on a cloud
An understanding, not withheld,
yet my heart yearns for your own
Can we both truly find love,
or would that be a long day to come
You and eye, both hearts,
blending as into one
Sweet tears, victorious,
danger in division foretold
Would age come first,
long before longing does fade
Our sun, not a shadow,
to bind dark with age
Years of momentum,
such moulding brought to mature
Children and happiness,
tiny fingers, holding young hands
Future beginning, trees to roam,
a walking breeze, whispering our soul
Can we both truly find love,
or would that be a long day to come
You and eye, both hearts,
blending as into one
My heart sings for you,
like a song of romance
A heart of blood and breath,
bleeding each drop,
of colour for you
© 1995-2008 Christopher W Herbert
(a New Zealand Poet)
All Rights Reserved
a poet who cares
Apr 26 2008 1:54 PM
good morning.
Apr 19 2008 1:20 PM
“And the Word” by Richard Jones
I find things inside books
borrowed from the library-
foreign postcards, rose petals,
opera tickets, laundry lists,
and, once, a bloody piece of cloth.
Today, inside a volume
of Cid Corman’s elegant poetry,
a snapshot-
a man in a dark nightclub
embracing a red-haired stripper.
The man grabs the woman
brashly about her waist,
displaying her nakedness
to the camera. The flash
illuminates the man’s flushed face,
his single-minded lust
as he bends to touch
his tongue to her nipple,
while she, arching her back,
coolly turns to the camera,
her face flooded with light,
as if asking, “So,
what do you think
about the book you’re reading
now?”
Apr 5 2008 7:27 PM
Mar 6 2008 11:45 PM
It is the ninth day
Of the third month
In the year of the Golden Dragon
I descend of Wu
Gathering petals of pearl, and old jade
Out of the Lotus Lands ... Out of the
Early Morning Lands
Gathering the warm magnolias
From my Mother's hair
To build a house in the world of
Man
© Edmund I Watts 2008
Mar 5 2008 9:16 PM
I danced with the wind, and
the wind, danced with me. I
planted a seed, and a seed,
planted me. I grew within it,
and it grew within me. I drew
a portrait of a dream, upon a
leaf in a tree. I colored me,
and I colored it you. I colored
it, with all the magic that I
knew, and all, that I could see;
and then the wind came, and blew
it all, away from me.
I drew it again, a thousand times,
or more, upon a thousand leafs,
and swore, I'd draw it yet
again, a thousand, times more.
I drew it, from out of joy, and
I drew it, from out of grief,
and I drew it, from out of truth,
and I drew it, from all my beliefs.
I took the colors from my eyes,
my heart, the earth, the sea,
the sky, and every part of me,
until there was no more to take;
and drew one last time, that
portrait of you, and I.
We make out own choices, whatever
the reasons why, and our choices,
make us; and love, is all we ever
have, between the leaf, the wind,
and you and I.
©Edmund I Watts 2008
Feb 28 2008 9:59 PM
Feb 18 2008 9:51 AM
She's in the heat, the beat,
the sweet taste of her
youth, when truth, is more
than illusion, more than
a door, to nowhere; a point
of no return; a dead end
street. She wants something
more, than a cheap one
night stand, bright lights,
and a run away man.
Woman, or man, its one, and
the same pleasure,
One, and the same pain,
and nothing, but nothing
to gain.
The principle is simple,
she doesn't wanna play the
kissed, in some
deterministic game,
the warp to
the woof and the weave;
she's the wild card, and
she's the deck.
She's what she wants,
and what she
wants to believe.
She chooses, she wins, or
loses, but she never takes
a dive, or a draw. She's
the babe, the doll; the
little girl that never
crawled for nothing and
no one.
She's the sun in her morning
and the moon in her night.
She's the light in the window
and the arm on your sleeve.
She's everything you ever
wanted and all you ever
dreamed.
(c)Edmund I Watts 2007
(After reading what you wrote,
above, about yourself, I thought
you might just understand this poem.)
Feb 17 2008 5:39 AM