The Library of Dreams

New stuff after long term hiatus

Fri, 29 May 2009 03:54:22 GMT

[Format]Poetry
[Title] (haven't figured one out yet)
[Type] Open/Free style (rhyming)
[Rating]bitter

When all has withered
And crumbled to dust
The chain of our bond
Will turn to rust.
Smothering all regard
In a torrent of glass
The events of the past haunt me
And rend my heart to ash.
Twisted and scarred
In a cold iron cage
The fault ever haunts me
And I growl with rage.
Nothing for me then
Nothing for me now
Nothing for me ever
Not in this lifetime anyhow.

DWRI Essay #2 Goal Essay

Tue, 18 Sep 2007 18:17:43 GMT

Sara Berkman
DWRI 0090 2002
Sally Harvey

September 18, 2007

My Goals for the Next Ten Years

There are a multitude of goals that I have for the next ten years, but my primary focus is concentrated on my goals for my training, my personal ambitions and my business. I know that I can be successful in my chosen field of work because I am artistic which is an important attribute in making jewelry. I also know that I would be successful in this field to help support my dreams and aspirations because I have a good eye for design and arranging pieces.

2nd DWRI Essay outline format

Tue, 11 Sep 2007 17:40:33 GMT

Goal Setting

Set 1
1 - By October 10th, 2007 I will have asked for 10 information packets from ten different jewelry trade schools and Bench jeweler apprenticeship programs & will have looked over them each week I get them - longterm 11 programs found. Get info after throwing for a while today.

2 - By September 20th I will have organized my jewelry making supplies for easier access to them for making pieces for sale - Short term with long term results

3 - By September 25th have the required pictures to discern patterns for costumes to make. Shortterm with longterm benefits.

I'M SURROUNDED BY MORONS!!!! Damned tendencies toward socializing in black people that think that life's something to breeze through while other people are trying to concentrate.

Revision 1 - ... *grumbles* 10 year goals. FIGURES.
Personal Goal - By September 20th I will have organized my jewelry making supplies for easier access to them for making pieces for sale - Short term with semi long term results

School Goal - By September 25th I will have gone up to Trinity Ceramics so I will have more bats to be able to work on pieces

Business Goal -

10 year set
School - Bench Jewelry certification - master advanced fabrication, lost wax casting, design & planning, stone setting(pave, channel, prong, inlay), gem identification and grading

Personal - married to John-Andrew, have house, have studio space, have health insurance, be done with learning trade

Business - Studio, Actual Store space, online, regular convention circuit, catelogue

DWRI essay # 1

Tue, 04 Sep 2007 18:18:10 GMT

Sara Berkman
DWRI 0090 2002
Sally Harvey
September 4, 2007

The Three People I Most Admire

There are three people that I like and admire a great deal and they are Dr. C Dyer-Vargas, John-Andrew Williams, and Liliana Santos. The reasons why I like them are as varied as they are in their personalities.
One of the people that I like is Dr. C Dyer-Vargas. She is a professor here at Brookhaven and teaches one of the Speech classes. I admire her because of her teaching style and being able to help give advice on personal matters. Dr. Vargas is also able to work with different learning styles and is good at adapting her teaching methods which is why she is one of the people that I like and admire.
Another one of the people that I like and admire is John-Andrew Williams who is also my boyfriend. (HELP!!!!! Advice would be welcome.)

English Assignment

Thu, 01 Mar 2007 22:09:22 GMT

The ideal job that I feel could best suit me to help the Suttonic Corporation is Off-world Magical Consulate. The reasons why I feel I would be the best person to fill this position is because of my experience with multiple types and societies of magic users.

Still nothing.

The ideal job that I feel could best suit me to help the Suttonic Corporation is Off-world Magical Consulate. The reasons why I feel I would be the best person to fill this position is because of my experience with multiple types and societies of magic users. Since I was young I’ve had the inate ability to discern on magical rules

Attempt # 3 - I LIKE THIS
I sincerely regret to inform you that I feel unable to work for Suttonic Corporation due to the fact that I do not believe that I have to work for a corporation to be successful. My main goals in life are to be successful with my own skills under my own supervision. Suttonic Corporation while being a good company is unsuited to my work style and not what I want.
I want to make my own money on my own time doing what I am good at. Working on my things is a job, no actually a lifestyle, that I have willingly chosen and intend to be successful at. I want the satisfaction knowing that when I get paid for my work is when I take the money from the buyers hand and quite frankly that is not something that a company can fufill. I actually take that last statement back because there is better wording for it. I could work in a remote branch but that really does not need supervision for the most part and I feel that supervision would be wasted on me since supervision is unnecessary in the first place.

Poetry Dump 1

Mon, 23 Oct 2006 20:46:02 GMT

Poetry dump #1 3 poems

[Format]poetry
[Title]Irish Angel
[Type]Free style
[Rating] General

Dancing on an emerald sea,
The angel beats her,
Shimmering wings gracefully.
With hair like a burnished sunset,
And eyes of sparkling green,
She surveys the lofty sea.
Around the rock that she stands on,
Seals are cavorting in the waves.
In the east the sun is rising,
To a graceful song of birds.
And a fire of copper and gold.
Spins in the air.
Upon the lofty clouds there,
A dark haired angel,
With shimmering eyes looks down,
Marveling in her kindness and beauty.
In the morning the Irish Angel sings,
Due to the coming day.

[Format]Poetry
[Title]Neverseen
[Type]Free Style/Open
[Rating] General/A bit depressive

Sitting by the wayside,
Looking at the waves,
The forlorn artist droops
Her weary head.
Stuck in the doldrums,
And her overbearing doubt,
The brush made of sable drops,
Forgotten to the sand.
The waves crash toward her,
But she pays them no heed,
Overly distraught in,
Man’s needless greed.
How many she wonders,
Will go before the end,
To see them all vanish,
Brings sorrow to her heart.
Where will the dolphins go,
After the oceans are all black,
Where will the sea birds go,
When there is no shore to turn back?

[Format]Poetry
[Title]Shattering Heavens March
[Type]Open
[Rating]Mature

Marching slowly,
Towing thunder in your wake.
The Heaven's show a flood of
Sould that bleed their bodies
Water upon the dry earth.
The tear drops of those that
Will never rise.
Lost due to mad men.
Their goal's lost and dreams
Never found due to the fact
They they were plowed to the ground.
Sons and daughters lost to parents.
Fathers and mothers lost to their children.
Never having parents to love them.
Parents, children, aunts, and uncles lost
To a tide of mad men.
Thinking that they go to heaven.
What have they found now?
Almighty praise or wrathful damnation.
For thoes that they took are plodding
On a stairway. They have to wait in line. The
Plodding of feet and the anger of not being able
To say goodnight to those that they hold close.
The tears of those on earth transcending to heaven.
Turning to lightning the
Anger of those that were lost.
The thunder that keeps on rolling.
Mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, loved ones,
Aunt, uncles, grandmothers, grandfathers, cousins,
Half relatives, step mothers, step fathers,
Step sisters, step brothers all lost.
Gone forever. They march to heaven.
Those that care, Lend a prayer.
To those that died.
They had to march to heaven,
Before it was their time.

Old poetry dump

Mon, 23 Oct 2006 20:19:15 GMT

I'm going to bring my poetry from dA onto here over the next few minutes in 3 entries. Feel free to read. They will be cut to keep from flooding your friends lists. Thank you for your time.

Hollow Yet Breathing

Sun, 17 Sep 2006 21:24:08 GMT

[Format]poetry
[Title]Hollow Yet Breathing
[Type]Free style
[Rating] angsty/emo

Standing on the shattered cliffs,
I gaze out to the cold grey sea.
Bound and chained to the ground,
No warmth comes to me.
Wings bent and splayed,
Head down to the ground,
Hands clutched to chest.
Dreaming of a coming day,
When I can fly high in the sky.
Locked away are my inner aspirations,
Trapped in duties unfilled.
Free me, break me, love me, use me,
cherish me, destroy me, adore me,
I beg of you never to ignore me.
Hollow inside yet breathing,
I need to find the light.
Untrap my eyes from that silken cloth,
And let me see and feel the light.

Reflection of Yesterday

Mon, 03 Jul 2006 20:48:00 GMT

[Format]poetry
[Title]Reflection of Yesterday
[Type]Free style
[Rating] Not really sure

Seeing from afar,
Drifting way behind.
Not holding to the future,
Often dwelling in the past.
Taken by a memory,
Showing the way things were.
Having it all,
But not having things the way they were.
Seeing a reflection of yesterday,
In the mirror of my mind.
I actually don't want things,
Back to the way they were.

Savage Memory

Tue, 07 Mar 2006 19:07:51 GMT

[Format]poetry
[Title]Savage Memory
[Type]Free style
[Rating]Hard R for imagery

Shaking with rage,
Trembling with sorrow,
See the memory of yesterday,
Fly past tomorrow.
Bloody red haze and pitch black cloud,
Take my blackened heart,
Tear it all apart.
Rend with fang and tear with claw,
Burn it all till there isn't anymore.
See me crying,
See me dying.
Frozen heart of cold abyss,
What will there be to miss?
Dawn light hazy and fire cloud black,
Burn me from the inside,
Never let me feel any charm.
Sunlight ever fading,
Twilight stealing the day,
Take it all away.
Burn in the abyss and never again,
Let me desire or miss.
Keep this memory of savagery close,
Never let it dwindle and live wretchedly,
You are the savage memory of my life,
Whatever did I do wrong?

Contemplation of Desire

Mon, 13 Feb 2006 17:04:59 GMT

[Format]poetry
[Title]Contemplation of Desire
[Type]Free style
[Rating]Hard PG-13ish to Light R

Free me of my sorrows,
Obliterate my guilt.
Show me the way to tomorrow,
Make it worth my while.
Have me happy and content,
While time being well spent.
Hold me tightly to your chest,
Let me feel your caress.
Sunlit skies and ever sparkling water,
Show me the way to forever.
Have me moaning in your arms,
Make me live and yearn,
Take it round one more turn.
Caress my skin and kiss me deeply,
Make me burn for your touch.
You make me lose myself,
You're all to much.

Me being suicidal

Wed, 30 Nov 2005 15:37:47 GMT

[Format]poetry
[Title]Can't think of one
[Type]Suicidal
[Rating]Utterly depressive

Sing a song to the dreamer that is trapped in despair.
Say that you want me there.
Don't let me fall and break even more.
Help me, I'm drowning, I can't take anymore.

My Everlight

Thu, 17 Nov 2005 05:05:53 GMT

[Format]Poetry
[Title] My Everlight
[Type]WAFF/Romantic fluff
[Rating]Proceed at your own risk

May the sun not set on me,
Forever golden and glowing.
Shimmering dew on the green grass,
Forever glimmering and glowing.
Taken to the calmest clime,
Warm and content for my own time.
Wind whispers in my ear,
But in fact it's just me thinking,
I love you dear.
Content always when thinking of you,
I'll always be with you,
I'll always be true.

My...

Wed, 16 Nov 2005 03:43:13 GMT

[Format]Poetry
[Title]My...
[Type]Contemplative/Emoish
[Rating]General

Drown in my despair,
Soar in my elation.
Taken to a different place,
Forever held to devotion.
Sun and moon and night and day,
You make it all happen,
You take it all away.
Forever wanting always needing,
While in darkness and in light.
You are my cage and my salvation,
Keep me forever in bright light.

If anyone can get the reference to X in the title you live in the same fandom I do. Please pardon my angst.

A small thank you.

Mon, 14 Nov 2005 17:04:50 GMT

This is an entry out of the ordinary. A big thank you to silma for making my icon and the layout for this journal. You're a sweetheart for doing this on your spare time. Sankyuu muchly. ::shot for using Engrish that I learned from Saiyuki later::

Poetry essayish thing

Wed, 09 Nov 2005 16:56:36 GMT

The title of this poem is Riddles of the Mind. Note that this poem is not supposed to make sense as it's just me writing what I feel. I'm not doing this for profit. I'm writing to keep myself sane. Lots and lots of metaphors.

Where hath reason gone to,
In the vanish storm?
Lost for naught,
And all torn.
Despair in the day,
Take peace in the night,
In lovers arms warm with delight.
To where has tolerance flown,
Or was it gone before it was born?
There is no land of tolerance,
As long as man walks the land,
To see what he can ruin with his domineering hand.
No way to kindness,
No way to peace,
Only the bitter knowledge,
Of utter mediocrity.
Families torn asunder,
Not cared for by other men.
Roses blown asunder in the coming storm,
Gardens ruined for not what they were for.
Keep it safe in the heart,
But despair of doing right.
Any and all equality,
Will forever vanish in the night.

This is one of my few responses to the result of Proposition #2 being passed in Texas. The next one will be much more nasty.

Start of this journal

Sat, 05 Nov 2005 04:31:21 GMT

Hey all who come across this journal. This is hime_no_nishi's open writing journal. I'm going to post about all of my poetry and original fiction here. I'll be making another account for my fanfics though in all probability or I might not. This journal will only have writing on it. Plain and simple. It will not be friends locked either.