| Booksie Address: | http://www.booksie.com/OKesta |
| Country: | United States |
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| Favorite book: | The Blue Sword by Robin McKinley, The Lady of the Lake by Sir Walter Scott.... |
| Member Since: | Sep 5, 2008 |
Poem by OKesta
Posted: Jan 22, 2012
I came out 6 years ago, but you are just starting that...
Tags:love, fear, support, challenges, coming out
Poem by OKesta
Posted: May 26, 2010
Finally at peace, I find that I love you no longer.
Tags:love, pain, tears, freedom, heart, peace
Poem by OKesta
Posted: Jan 13, 2009
Sometimes you just learn wrong, and it takes time and...
Tags:feelings, heart, frustration, hesitation, reactions, love learned wrong
Short Story by OKesta
Posted: Sep 25, 2008
A flash of longing, holding tight, I see you smile in the...
Tags:lesbian, dream, longing, kiss, embrace, crush, possibilities
Essay by OKesta
Posted: Sep 17, 2008
After the storm passed, the wreckage clear to see, we...
Tags:destruction, death, hurricane, hope, journey, reconstruction, students, hurricane katrina, cleanup, gulf coast
Poem by OKesta
Posted: Jan 10, 2013
Follow me into the woods? My love, I'll be here waiting.
Poem by OKesta
Posted: Jan 22, 2012
I came out 6 years ago, but you are just starting that...
Poem by OKesta
Posted: Jun 12, 2010
The air is rich with secrets, the sun turning everything...
Poem by OKesta
Posted: May 26, 2010
Finally at peace, I find that I love you no longer.
Poem by OKesta
Posted: Jan 13, 2009
Sometimes you just learn wrong, and it takes time and...
Poem by OKesta
Posted: Nov 19, 2008
If only my courage didn't always fail me, I would know if...
Poem by OKesta
Posted: Nov 10, 2008
A soft lullaby for the long nights, to soothe the tears...
Poem by OKesta
Posted: Oct 13, 2008
The results of a beautiful, yet toxic relationship.
Short Story by OKesta
Posted: Sep 25, 2008
A flash of longing, holding tight, I see you smile in the...
Poem by OKesta
Posted: Sep 20, 2008
Just some quiet reflection on a cool autumn day by the...
Poem by OKesta
Posted: Sep 20, 2008
Another dark WW II poem that grew from the same class...
Poem by OKesta
Posted: Sep 18, 2008
Crying all alone on the stair, people flood by, without...
Essay by OKesta
Posted: Sep 17, 2008
After the storm passed, the wreckage clear to see, we...
Poem by OKesta
Posted: Sep 10, 2008
The first day of class, the start of a new world, the...
Poem by OKesta
Posted: Sep 10, 2008
So confusing, the lover who is but isn't at the same time...
Poem by OKesta
Posted: Sep 10, 2008
Some people ask me, what war? What fight? This is for any...
Poem by OKesta
Posted: Sep 10, 2008
It would be so much easier on my heart if it all just...
Poem by OKesta
Posted: Sep 9, 2008
This still pains me to read, even so long ago that it was...
Poem by OKesta
Posted: Sep 9, 2008
If only, if only. The thoughts of a wandering mind...
Poem by OKesta
Posted: Sep 9, 2008
The world, as I see it, is blind to what love is, what it...
Poem by OKesta
Posted: Sep 9, 2008
Never allowed the one you love. So much in the way, so...
Poem by OKesta
Posted: Sep 9, 2008
The most agonizing thing in the world, yet the most...
Poem by OKesta
Posted: Sep 9, 2008
You say you love me, I say "Do you?" You never did...
Novel by OKesta
Posted: Sep 5, 2008
In the world of Fae, Moonbeam and River head off into the...
I'm me. I'm true to myself, and that's all that matters.
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. I love being outside, with any reason to get shamlessly dirty, and a lot of my writing takes it's images from nature, or from music. 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, messy little 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, and am a hopeless romantic, even if my most of my writing is done when I'm upset.