Hello~ It is nice to meet you all~ I am the one TheFreeman asked for?
Psychedelic~ Here we go~
“Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet."
- Plato
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Psychedelic~ Here we go~
Poetry Bluebell Carolina Sundance
“Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet."
- Plato
Call Me a Lazy Lackwit or Call Me an Old Soul
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Poetry Bluebell Carolina Sundance
"Spring Breeze" (grandparents)
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Female
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Five-and-Ten Summers (15)
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Ninth
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Exploring~
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Free as a bird
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A willowy slip of a girl, she is just five foot two, and if she is anything like the rest of the women in her family, she'll only get an inch or two before halting in height. Coming from a family that has ancestry in Sweden, Finland, Iceland, and Ireland, she is as pale as the first snow and has hair so delicate in color, that only when it's wet does it shine through as blonde. Her eyes are like placid crystal lakes, framed in frosted lashes that she has to put mascara on. She prefers her clothes free flowing and breeze, sewing flowers on thrift shop bellbottom jeans, wearing hippie headbands, and long dangling necklaces that almost touch her belly. If she isn't wearing her grandmother's thick soled boots, she is rocking Converses and All-Stars, with mismatched faded colors on each foot. She likes to go mostly makeup free, but enjoys lipstick and lipgloss, as well as painting her nails mismatching colors with tiny sloppy designs. Poetry is much like her hippie family, always wearing a daydreamy look or a sunburst of a smile. Oh and don't tell anyone but she gave herself a tiny peace sign tattoo on her thigh with india ink from the art supply store and a sewing needle.
It's All Groovy In This Sunshine Parade
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Easy Going, Sweet, Idealistic, Observant, Generous, Determined, Naive, Day Dreamer, Honest, Nomadic when it comes to social groups, Independent, Untrusting, Creative
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She's odd, just like her name. The smell of patchouli on her clothes should have gave you a heads up. This is a girl who looks like she should be in an old photo of Woodstock or living in the forest with her parents making flower crowns. When she walks she sort of saunters and bobbles, almost like she is dancing to music no one else can hear. And when she talks, it's all long and slow and sloping, like someone who's slept too long. But she just can't help it, since she'll only ever be the way she is and the way she grew up to be. And if her unashamed old-fashioned hippie interests weren't enough, Poetry enjoys making up nicknames for the others around her.
And they can't help but give her nicknames back. Oh, sure she'd gotten made fun of. But she doesn't mind very much, or at least she tries not to. Wouldn't it be so cool of her to just not even care what other's say about her? But she's a girl at a tender age, just like any other. And when people make fun of her it does hurt. Maybe she'll find a spot to cry for a bit or murmur melancholy poems that don't rhyme to the sky outside, but eventually that gloomy overcast passes and her sunny smile is back. A flower that bounces back after a drought, Poetry she a girl who is pretty skilled and practiced in picking herself back up to keep on truckin'.
Of course, making friends is easy for someone so easy going and friendly, but she'd never had a best friend or anyone close like that. Not her. It isn't as though she doesn't want them, it's just that everyone seems more than fine getting in deep with themselves and them moving on to their normal groups of friends. Perhaps it's her understanding ways, but it can be disheartening, being a Human Diary. Everyone is more that fine with telling her their problems and deep hurts and secrets and worries... But Poetry has never had anyone like that for herself. And she really would like not to feel so lonely anymore...
And they can't help but give her nicknames back. Oh, sure she'd gotten made fun of. But she doesn't mind very much, or at least she tries not to. Wouldn't it be so cool of her to just not even care what other's say about her? But she's a girl at a tender age, just like any other. And when people make fun of her it does hurt. Maybe she'll find a spot to cry for a bit or murmur melancholy poems that don't rhyme to the sky outside, but eventually that gloomy overcast passes and her sunny smile is back. A flower that bounces back after a drought, Poetry she a girl who is pretty skilled and practiced in picking herself back up to keep on truckin'.
Of course, making friends is easy for someone so easy going and friendly, but she'd never had a best friend or anyone close like that. Not her. It isn't as though she doesn't want them, it's just that everyone seems more than fine getting in deep with themselves and them moving on to their normal groups of friends. Perhaps it's her understanding ways, but it can be disheartening, being a Human Diary. Everyone is more that fine with telling her their problems and deep hurts and secrets and worries... But Poetry has never had anyone like that for herself. And she really would like not to feel so lonely anymore...
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● Biting on the inside of her cheek
● Using oooooold lingo and slang
● Complimenting people she hardly knows
● Picking up litter
● Humming to herself
● Making up poems for fun out of no where
● Using oooooold lingo and slang
● Complimenting people she hardly knows
● Picking up litter
● Humming to herself
● Making up poems for fun out of no where
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● Sewing
● Reading
● Sketching and Painting
● Finding pretty places to daydream
● Listening to music
● Cooking something tasty to munch on
● Reading
● Sketching and Painting
● Finding pretty places to daydream
● Listening to music
● Cooking something tasty to munch on
|| LIKES & DISLIKES ||
+ The groovin' style of the sixties and seventies
+ animals and plants and all that nature stuff
+ getting to know people so she can figure out what makes them tick
+ Doing well on tests and not even having to try
- Being called a cheater or a liar because someone can't keep up
- Being told she needs to get her head out of the clouds
- Hearing that dreams can't come true
- Hearing people being unsympathetic and antagonistic
+ animals and plants and all that nature stuff
+ getting to know people so she can figure out what makes them tick
+ Doing well on tests and not even having to try
- Being called a cheater or a liar because someone can't keep up
- Being told she needs to get her head out of the clouds
- Hearing that dreams can't come true
- Hearing people being unsympathetic and antagonistic
Give Me a Daisy And I'll Give You a Kiss
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Father - Alchemy Monroe Moonstar Sundance - Carpentder and Metal-Work Artist
Mother - Ode Sugarsweet Bethany Sundance - Deparment Store Sales Associate
Older Brother - "Gregory" Zest Sparrow Gregory Sundance - Attending College
Grandmother - Unna Moonlight Jubilee Nordar - Librarian and Farmer
Grandfather - Afrid Rebel Bravery Nordar - Mechanic and Farmer
Mother - Ode Sugarsweet Bethany Sundance - Deparment Store Sales Associate
Older Brother - "Gregory" Zest Sparrow Gregory Sundance - Attending College
Grandmother - Unna Moonlight Jubilee Nordar - Librarian and Farmer
Grandfather - Afrid Rebel Bravery Nordar - Mechanic and Farmer
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A old white house that has been added onto through the years as the family grows.
Kitchen and dining room area
Entry way (where you take off your shoes, thank you)
Her double bedded room in the attic, that used to be her mother's and her aunt's.
The sunroom, where all kinds of indoor plants are grown.
The out door porch sitting area overlooking the back gardens and gazebo.
Kitchen and dining room area
Entry way (where you take off your shoes, thank you)
Her double bedded room in the attic, that used to be her mother's and her aunt's.
The sunroom, where all kinds of indoor plants are grown.
The out door porch sitting area overlooking the back gardens and gazebo.
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A white cruiser with a basket in the front that is easy to ride and never gives her much trouble.
If Only The World Were Big And Bright Like Dreams
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Growing up a flower child of sorts from a family of eccentrics and artists can have more pressure than one might think. After all her elder brother refuses to be called by his birth name and instead goes by 'Gregory' and wants to - gasp - become a doctor! So most of the family hopes fall to Poetry. Hopes that she blossoms into an artist of some kind with a rebellion towards normal society and perhaps even a tendency to bend the rules a bit. They want her to lead a wonderful, colorful life of adventure and beauty. And she hopes that she does too, but perhaps just a little bit of stable normalcy isn't such a bad thing? All she wishes to find a comfortable balance in her life, to be who she is and to live life in her own way, but also in a way that doesn't disappoint her doting odd ball family too much. That's not so much to ask is it?
|| THEME SONG ||
Little Man - Sonny and Cher
Little man, when you stand by my side
Then I know I don't have to hide from anyone
And I pray that we'll stay just that way
'Till the day comes along when we catch the sun.
Little girl you're runnin'
Come catch my hand I'm near you
Little girl you're singin'
Come close to me I hear you
You're growin' old, my mother's cold
Now it's time that you learned what it meant to be mature
There's no such place as make believe
But when I look at your face,
I'm not so sure
Little girl you're runnin'
Come catch my hand I'm near you
Little girl you're singin'
Come close to me I hear you
You and me is what I see
And that's the way its gonna stay and it will always be
So little man, please understand
In this world with all its land
You're all I see
Little girl you're runnin'
Come catch my hand I'm near you
Little girl you're singin'
Come close to me I hear you
Little girl you're runnin'
Come catch my hand I'm near you
Little girl you're singin'
Come close to me I hear you
Little man, when you stand by my side
Then I know I don't have to hide from anyone
And I pray that we'll stay just that way
'Till the day comes along when we catch the sun.
Little girl you're runnin'
Come catch my hand I'm near you
Little girl you're singin'
Come close to me I hear you
You're growin' old, my mother's cold
Now it's time that you learned what it meant to be mature
There's no such place as make believe
But when I look at your face,
I'm not so sure
Little girl you're runnin'
Come catch my hand I'm near you
Little girl you're singin'
Come close to me I hear you
You and me is what I see
And that's the way its gonna stay and it will always be
So little man, please understand
In this world with all its land
You're all I see
Little girl you're runnin'
Come catch my hand I'm near you
Little girl you're singin'
Come close to me I hear you
Little girl you're runnin'
Come catch my hand I'm near you
Little girl you're singin'
Come close to me I hear you
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She is a practicing Pagan just like most of her family members~
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