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Booksie Address: http://www.booksie.com/OKesta
Country: United States
Favorite book: The Blue Sword by Robin McKinley, Keeping You A Secret by Julie Anne Peters, The Host by Stephanie Meyers, The Lioness Rampart Series by Tamora Pierce, The Lady of the Lake by Sir Walter Scott....
Member Since: Sep 5, 2008

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OKesta

Echoes of a Lullaby

A Poem by OKesta
Posted: Nov 10, 2008
A soft lullaby for the long nights, to soothe the tears...

Dangerous Equation

A Poem by OKesta
Posted: Oct 13, 2008
The results of a beautiful, yet toxic relationship.

OKesta

By The Light Of The TV Flicker

A Short Story by OKesta
Posted: Sep 25, 2008
A flash of longing, holding tight, I see you smile in the...

OKesta

Fragments of a Broken City

A Essay by OKesta
Posted: Sep 17, 2008
Sophomore year of high school, five months after...

Have you the strength to fight?

A Poem by OKesta
Posted: Sep 10, 2008
Some people ask me, what war? What fight? This is for any...

OKesta

You Hold My Heart

A Poem by OKesta
Posted: Sep 9, 2008
This still pains me to read, even so long ago that it was...

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OKesta

Too Personal A Gesture

A Poem by OKesta
Posted: Nov 19, 2008
If only my courage didn't always fail me, I would know if...

OKesta

Echoes of a Lullaby

A Poem by OKesta
Posted: Nov 10, 2008
A soft lullaby for the long nights, to soothe the tears...

Dangerous Equation

A Poem by OKesta
Posted: Oct 13, 2008
The results of a beautiful, yet toxic relationship.

Within are hid...

A Poem by OKesta
Posted: Oct 12, 2008
Just a few riddles from when I was younger.

OKesta

By The Light Of The TV Flicker

A Short Story by OKesta
Posted: Sep 25, 2008
A flash of longing, holding tight, I see you smile in the...

Duly Listen Close

A Poem by OKesta
Posted: Sep 20, 2008
Not really a riddle, but a poem about riddles.

OKesta

By The Brook

A Poem by OKesta
Posted: Sep 20, 2008
Just some quiet reflection on a cool autumn day by the...

In A Single Night

A Poem by OKesta
Posted: Sep 20, 2008
Another dark WW II poem that grew from the same class...

Holocaust

A Poem by OKesta
Posted: Sep 20, 2008
A dark poem of the terror ridden days of WW II....

OKesta

Unspoken, Unsung

A Poem by OKesta
Posted: Sep 18, 2008
Crying all alone on the stair, people flood by, without...

OKesta

Fragments of a Broken City

A Essay by OKesta
Posted: Sep 17, 2008
Sophomore year of high school, five months after...

The Next Chapter Begins

A Poem by OKesta
Posted: Sep 10, 2008
The first day of class, the start of a new world, the...

OKesta

My Heart Leaps

A Poem by OKesta
Posted: Sep 10, 2008
So confusing, the lover who is but isn't at the same time...

Have you the strength to fight?

A Poem by OKesta
Posted: Sep 10, 2008
Some people ask me, what war? What fight? This is for any...

Every Time

A Poem by OKesta
Posted: Sep 10, 2008
It would be so much easier on my heart if it all just...

OKesta

You Hold My Heart

A Poem by OKesta
Posted: Sep 9, 2008
This still pains me to read, even so long ago that it was...

OKesta

Ah to be away....

A Poem by OKesta
Posted: Sep 9, 2008
If only, if only. The thoughts of a wandering mind...

OKesta

Why can't they see?

A Poem by OKesta
Posted: Sep 9, 2008
The world, as I see it, is blind to what love is, what it...

OKesta

Blown Away In The Storm

A Poem by OKesta
Posted: Sep 9, 2008
Never allowed the one you love. So much in the way, so...

OKesta

We ask you, why?

A Poem by OKesta
Posted: Sep 9, 2008
The most agonizing thing in the world, yet the most...

OKesta

How could you hold her?

A Poem by OKesta
Posted: Sep 9, 2008
You say you love me, I say "Do you?" You never did...

Chasing The Lost

A Novel by OKesta
Posted: Sep 5, 2008
In the world of Fae, Moonbeam and River head off into the...



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I'm me. I'm true to myself, and that's all that matters. At least, that's all that should matter, even if the rest of the world doesn't see it the same way.

The bedrock I once stood on is falling away, leaving me alone in the shifting sands. I stand in these sands unnoticed, unwanted, uncared for, unloved and utterly alone. A friend is there as a sturdy shoulder to lean on, but at the end of the day you miss the arms that once held you tight as you fell asleep.  I am unnoticed no more, the sands continue to shift, but I've moved to higher ground, and found that there I am not alone.

I tend to speak louder when I am upset or frustrated, and I do not like confrontation at all. One way that helps me to figure things out is to write, to help me remember and to relax. This is why I write. To know that I am not alone, that others have felt my pain, my joy, my laughter and tears. Even if they are just words, they have power, and are a driving force in my life, even if those who I would have read my work will never know it was written. I'm not very good with getting things out with the spoken word, and writing it down helps me to figure it out, and stops me from saying the wrong thing.

I am a plant geek, the little unnoticed freshman horticultural student.  I love being outside, with any reason to get shamlessly dirty, and alot of my writing takes it's images from nature. I tend to also use the words " a lot " as the single word "alot", and I have always done so. I read much more than is healthy for me. People who do not know me very well tend to see me as quiet, shy and maybe even a little snobish because I don't talk to many people, but my real friends know that this is all a load of crap. I am a bright, energetic, androgenous, messy lesbian. I talk a little too much sometimes, but there are still many times where I am indeed almost painfully shy, like when I'm in situations where there are people I don't know.

I love love stories. My personal "quest" is to find a realistic love story, that could ACTALLY happen in real life today, that does not end in tragedy (I was recently told that I was using the word "vendetta" in the wrong context, so it is now a quest instead). Romeo and Juliet are glorious and all, but they die, and my own personal love story doesn't turn out as beautiful as I would have hoped (I'll write it all down one day...). Any leads and drop me a line, PLEASE! Pride and Prejudice doesn't count cause Jane Austen only gave her characters their heart's desires because her love life sucked. LGBT love stories would make me happiest, but normal love stoies would be fantastic too.

"All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream." -E.A. Poe

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