Biography of Scarlotte Ibis
-could you stand there like that
keep your eyes on me
for one more minute-
- charlotte martin
And so I start this literary journey with a broken heart and the unforgiving fate cloud to thank. No, I'm not depressed and I don't have an awful life full of backstreet struggles, parental divorce, drug abuse and conflict...I should get that clear right now:
I'm genuinely a happy person. I love laughing and making others laugh. I love learning...oh geeze I love learning. If money was no option, I would take more classes than I needed just to take in as much as possible. I just love nature, writing, eating, friends, family, lacrosse, and just getting the most out of life. I'm incredibly open-minded, curious and trustworthy. I'm less shocked, more curious about pretty much everything. I feel great when people tell me that they can tell me everything...and it's really very true.
...but I've broken a writer's heart and between deep breaths of stifled tears he mentioned his strife will make really good writing material someday. It's true...a broken heart will tear you apart from the inside out, but it can mend together ideas for a great story; fantastic or realistic. The feelings involved could trigger an enormous emotional rhythm leading to a great poem.
So, I could be clever...or cliche...and make this little blog into some poem, but I won't. I'm not even sure I can gather my thoughts well enough to even put together a great peice, but at least I can save some material here where viewers can comment, critique, make suggestions etc. This silly computer doesn't give much feedback. (so, yes, comments, critiques, suggestions are much appreciated)
Having said all of that...
I'm not too absorbed with cleaning and reorganizing these stupid, silly busted heart peices that all of my works will be deeply turmoiled, it's just my building block for now. Promise.
Scarlotte Ibis Poems
Fate At Its Most Sadistic Wrought This M...
Fate at its most sadistic wrought this moral wreckage, its pleasures hath dangled you before me and taken you away leaving me in a tortured mindmess of madness before you, with my heart on the same ground we've both walked
Return My Call, Self-Pitying Fool
aye, I know not why you are foolish and refrain from my call you should return that my self-less forlorn countenance hath efforted in vain for your forgiveness
Your Smile Away From Me
It isn't easy knowing you how I do hardly at all, but a word here or there. And you'll turn your head, your smile away from me that supernal feature
Like You Have Someone Better To Do
So you'll walk away tonight, I'll have no clue where you're going like you have something better to do, like you have someone better to do.
Follow You Home Tonight
Hello, Mr. Writers Block
Well, hello Mr. Writers Block Sit down, join me again for some tea. But wait, you've frequented to the limit, and there's not enough for both you and me.
Follow You Home Tonight
Watching the stars shoot across black canvas
With my eyes, wishin I may,
wishin I might
follow you home tonight.