Oleander

My Stories

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  • Anxiously, I fumble through my purse for a lighter. These Turkish Camel menthol cigarettes are amazing. Amazing enough to make me cough! Ga
    600 words, February 1
  • I try my hardest not to feed. When I don't--I notice that no one sees me. It's hard being alone in this huge ominous world. I try not to let it get to me. Blood feeds me. Blood is the life-force of humans, it brings immortali
    1700 words, 1 comment, January 29
  • I try my hardest not to feed. When I don't--I notice that no one sees me. It's hard being alone in this huge ominous world. I try not to let it get to me. Blood feeds me. Blood is the life-force of humans, it brings immortali
    1700 words, January 5
  • 600 words, 2 comments, January 2

My Poetry

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  • I leaned over, my head was pressed against space
    Space, a galaxy of sound and color
    100 words, February 4
  • My, you contribute well to my taste! You can it so well.
    I like the way your lips mouth without you speaking.
    <100 words, 1 comment, January 29
  • I can still feel you kissing me
    when I was coming down off the sky
    <100 words, January 26

My other items

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  • Column: Home at allpoetry

    She had not been about the formalities of civilization. No, as they had seemed almost like the forlorn passages in a strange fairytale. She was avoided, and while they avoided her much as if she were a postcard to some voyager at sea, she avoided the
  • Column: Ashes to Ashes at allpoetry
    A new book coming out by me.

My journal entries

  • Another odd psychedelic dream that hardly made sense. I remember I was walking to a house, and inside the house was a woman who made wax candles, she was holding a meeting for people who had sold their souls to get the candles. Then I would walk away from the house, and I couldn't transmit my energy? mind? to people.
    December 23, 2009, 300 words. Make first comment?
  • I can't write on here. The atmosphere is stifling. Everyone wants the perfect poem. To me poetry is not perfect and I never want it to be that way. They can rise to fame, I need no honor nor glory and if the world ignores me completely...it won't matter because I don't stoop to the grandeur delusions of life's poetic
    November 19, 2009, 400 words. 7 comments, Add one?
  • February 7, 2009, 1,400 words. Me only.

Guest Book

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  • Andy Stephenson : Howdy! on January 2
    Thanks for checking out some of my stuff. I appreciate it!

  • terrex : hey creeped out girl on January 2
    thanks for the add the names terrex by the way
  • Queen Mab on November 11, 2009
    Oh, I love your name. It's the name of one of the characters that live in my head. I just thought to drop by and say hello, "Hello!" Nice to meet you.

    ~Mab
  • Gagiikwe on October 22, 2009
    Oleander,
    Thank you for adding me to your favorite's list. How did you stumble across my site?
    Regards,
    JG

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