my_soul Rhin My tears lay in a pool at my feet. I bend over and look down into the puddle, and someone so familiar stares back at me. I think I know her...I thought I had her figured out. The expression on her face, makes my heart ache. If only I could take away the pain I see in her eyes. Where is her joy? What can I do to make her eyes sparkle again? How can I erase that blank expression on her face? I can feel her slipping away, and she's taking me with her..... 010101 ... sabbie (dedicated to alien dave) i do get people trying to save my soul, at every turn. how arrogant. as if i wasn't doing a perfectly good job for myself. i keep it at home in a little cage, gilded to show my soul how much i respect it. i provide it with a bible almost every day, their supposed to feed the soul, aren't they? im afraid they sometimes don't agree with it though, and then it makes the most awful mess on the carpet. when that happens i change its diet to all those bettering texts a young lady is supposed to read, novels from last century, discourses on god, that kind of thing. the little beggar thrives on those. sometimes, i feed it those new age books too, just for a change, and when its really sick, the series 'chicken soup for the soul' does wonders for it. makes it better in no time. the only problem is it is quite expensive to feed, all those books. it's main diet i can get from op shops, 20 cents a book, but those new age ones no-one seems to throw out just yet. i guess i should give it a few years. luckily my soul isn't all that often so sick i have to get out the new age books. i did think at some point selling it on ebay like that boy did. did you read about that? he put his soul up for auction, cos he was bored. his girlfriend bid first, charmingly enough $6.66, but within the first 24 hours it had shot up to something like $6000, before ebay officials withdrew it amidst huge protests, probably from those same people who try to save mine. see? they're everywhere. maybe there's some kind of RSPCA for souls. RSPCS? but the cage is pretty big, for a little soul, and gilded and everything. and, after closing all the windows and doors i sometimes let it out for a flutter around the house. i have to stop it getting up the chimney though. last time it shot up there it came down all blackened and sooty, which would just prove the RSPCS right in their suspicions about me, and i so hate being predictable. anyway, the day i went to see if i should sell it, i walked into my room to take one last look at it, and it peered up at me with those big brown eyes, rapidly filling with tears, and i just couldn't do it. when i told it that, it fluttered excitedly around its cage till i had to put a cloth over it to calm it down. i'm afraid it likes those big dolphin covered towels and stuff, but i just cant do it. it just so doesn't match the decor. so in an effort at reconciliation, there's dolphins underneath and just black velvet on top... wait. i've just had a revelation (annoyingly enough, it so often happens when im contemplating my soul) when the cloth is over it, it cant see anything, including the cloth... dammit! i've been hoodwinked by my soul! that deceitful, double-dealing, insidious, cunning little bastard! excuse me a minute, im just going to have a short, sharp chat to it... well i never! it sniggered! sniggered! at me! it's changing, i tell you. maybe i should keep a closer eye on what it's eating. i rescued a few shredded pages of a 'tank girl' comic from the bottom of it's cage. i dunno how it got it's grubby little paws on that, but i shall keep it locked in its cage as punishment, and shall not speak of it again today. there's nothing worse than a disregarded soul. .... rhin, yours was beautiful. thank you. 010328 ... birdmad is on fire 010930 ... Rhinna is weeping... 010930 ... Glennaieve my soul whispers through the trees caress the water that lives within the seed...the plant the stars my dreams...untold before love is what lies within... Venice, Paris, where the heart wanders I vow to become what the spirits wish me to be I am.... 011003 ... silentbob nailed to the floor 011004 ... daxle brings tears to angelic eyes 011004 ... penelope should it be like that? that's not fair. i should be able to do what i want, right? with angels right alongside me in my jaguar 040729 ... love & hate has been torn from whom it once belonged to. Never to be rejoined again. It is dieing. 040730 ... New Zealand girl death my soul is dead, i am a shell 040731 what's it to you? who go blather from