OMG, IT'S A FRUITLOOP!!!!

[sweet_dreams]

Well I am going to do something I don't uselly do; follow the crowd (really bad sense of direction and a stupid stuburn streek).

Full Name: Kathy Jean Franklin
Birthday: Feburary 21, 1973
Hair color: Brown for now, but will be blond or steel blue soon
Eyes: Green sometimes, blue, gray others
Height: 5'3
Interest: Anything art (drawing, writing, music, ect)
Favorite movies: STAR WARS, GONE WITH THE WIND, SINGING IN THE RAIN, THREE MUSKATEERS (all the versions)
Favorite authors: Shakespere, Koontz, King
Favorite poem: Dreams, A Dream Within A Dream
Favorite poets: Poe, Longfellow

I have led an interesting life so far. Haven't been a child since I was '3', so I am making up for it by making as a child from here on out.

I live in Tennessee (gags). Lol, a beautiful state, but I am ready to get out of here. Yea, may not be greener else where, but there are things that deffinetly pull me else where.

I love writiing and live for my art. But more then anything I really want a family, be able to teach and carry on with my writing.

[Teej]

Well it's about time we got someone new posting about themselves!

I agree on the favorite movies, they are all good.



Teej

[Freya]

I love writiing and live for my art. But more then anything I really want a family, be able to teach and carry on with my writing.

That's wicked! That's exactly what I think! Weird! Proves we'll get along then again.. who don't I get along with??

[Teej]

Everyone



Teej

[Freya]

ha ha!! Sorry..but angels get along with everyone!!

[Nemesis]

oh.. do they ;D what about daemons?

[sweet_dreams]

Nemesis said:

oh.. do they ;D what about daemons?

Ack! no comment! ;D

On a paranormal subject; one thing that I have dealt with is a demon. It has been with me since the day of birth on up to now.

I have always called it a demon; but it is much more then that and beyond. Headache comes into mine at times as well as pain in the ass!

I have seen it in dreams many times...felt it's presence and heard it laugh and speak on occasion. It is quite persistant in what ever endeavor it has set out for. I am equally so now in telling it to get lost!

[WitchBoy]

come on kitty ;D

tell us more about yourself

[Fuzzbuddy]

Hey Lucid...
Just checking up on you...
Dreamer.

[Fuzzbuddy]

hey Lucid. Sweet..
just checking up on you...
Dreamer.

[Freya]

well..I've never dealt with a demon.. Everyone I ran into so far I've gotten along with at one time or another. SO knowing my luck, I would with a demon too! ;D ;D

[sweet_dreams]

My name is Kathy, but I like going by Kat. What to say...my family is about as messed up as anyones. I can't really remember to many happy times. My parents were to busy fighting, my sisters to busy causing trouble/running away, my brother was dying and my grandmother causing trouble/pain.

My paternal grandfather died in 1969. But to my understanding, he could be quite a cruel man. My maternal grandparents died in '76 a week apart, of the first month of the year. A little over 2 months later my brother died.

I was then sent to a babysitter, where I was raped for the next 4 years. I can still remember the day that I stopped it. He had grabbed me and I fought back. Taking a pair of scissors, I cut his arm and told him if he touched me I would kill him. He went crazey and was litteraly going to kill me.

I threw the scissors down and ran. I can remember clearly how frightened I was when I tried to open the door and had to fumble and open the deadlock.

Pulling open the door, I ran out and jumped down the steps, ran down to the end of the sidewalk and down those steps. About that time he came behind me and screamed I had better get back in. I told him that I was going home and if he touched me ever again I would tell. He told me that no one would believe me. I told him I was going home again and he said go ahead and slammed the door.

My home was not even 3 miles away. But I was a scared 7 year old kid. And between me and my home, in those 3 miles or so was a drug invested park, where people were attacked and fights were often. I ended up walking around the block and going back.

I remember elementry school. I had friends and my life wasn't so bad. I blocked out the memories of what happened and did pretty good. It wasn't till I got to middle school that I really had trouble. The kids teased me continously. I was shy and backwards and this is when I remembered what happened. The movie that triggered the memories was the movie I KNOW MY FIRST NAME IS STEPHEN.

I didn't have a normal life like most kids. I didn't get to date, go to parties, go to friends house, have them come to mine, call, go to the mall, hang out...anything that is normal for a teenager, I wasn't aloud. My father took it that I was the replacement for my brother and I stayed with him.

As I got older, I didn't trust people much After seeing the worst of them most of my life, I was afraid. I gained tremendous amount of weight, hid behind baggy clothes, messy hair, no make-up and made myself as ugly as possible (not to hard, lol). It wasn't until about a year ago that I even tried to date. And I kept my virginity till then. I wanted to be with the right person, should I ever was able.

And I was. I got past what has happened and am working on being a stronger person. Being more self assured in myself. And I have faith in others. ...trust.

Now, I want more then anything to move to England, finish my teaching degree and build my life. I especially want to write. Teach and write are two things I truely want.

But my hearts dessire to find love. Many years alone has made me appreciate love. And the man that I will love and marry one day I will show this too.

I know there are some women out there that only want a guy for what they can do for them. That is not my thing. I want a man because he loves me and I him. The most important thing he can give me...his time, love and attention. I need nothing else.

If he wants to get me something...go out and pick me some wild flowers and make a bunch for me. Cook dinner and throw an in door picnic. Build a fire, rent a good movie, build a pillow bed on the floor and let's snuggle, turn out all the lights and watch it...be romantic. Money isn't what is important to me...love is. The other persons happiness. I am not a saint by far....but even so, my heart only wishes this..

Many times in the past when I thought that I would quit...when the depression has gotten me down, I would write.

[sweet_dreams]

Often my poetry is all that kept me sane. Anyone that has read the dream forum knows a bit what I am talking about when I say that I had no one but myself. I depended on myself emotionaly and that was the way it was.

When I was about 6/7 I wrote my first poem. I can still remember writing it. I went into my sister/my room and took a piece of paper and stood by the chest:

Love is something
that few people know.
If you are one of the few,
help it grow.

Pretty stupid I know, lol. But I remember how my dad said that he thought it was so good. And how proud I felt.

I had a good father and mother despite. They loved me. Often my father and I would go for these back rides. And we would go down town and buy hotdogs from Pals and ride over to the park and eat them by the fountain.

And my mother...we were a very poor family, but when the cabbage patch dolls came out; oh how I wanted one. For us they were expensive. But my mom worked and got the money and bought me not one..but two; a boy and girl. And she hid them in the attic. Christmas morning she told me to go up in the attic for some reason. I went up there and there they were. The memory makes me smile and want to cry.

Well that is enough of my blatherings for now. Will check up and write more later. Peace.

[Freya]

and I thought I had a bad life.. I'm sooo very sorry, Kat. wow.. I never would of believed that if someone else told me that about you... I wish I could of done something at that time.. then again.. we didn't know eachother..

[Teej]

Well, I guess that goes to show you that everyone has it rough. I'm sorry to hear that your childhood was like that, Kat.



Teej