i'm finally back. sort of. i haven't written in so long, i guess i'm out of the habit. i missed it though... more than i expected to miss something that could theoretically be replaced so easily with pen and paper. i'll be restarting the journal, and writing more. i promise.

this is me. these are my words and my thoughts and my soul.
i forget, sometimes, that people come here and read this first. that this is possibly the most important set of words in the entire site. i wonder what you think as you read this, having never been here before, or maybe having been here many times. do my words lure you in? are you interested by the fact that i can spin out of myself and onto your screen, into your life, even for a moment?
so - a brief explanation, from the author.
i do this for myself, because it is something that i now need to do. i come home from school with a myriad of ideas for my next journal entry, i write my stories and imagine the reaction to them. for me, this page is the most perfect expression of self i have ever been able to contrive.
even if these words were never read, i would write them, but i do enjoy when they are read. i enjoy the interaction, because it is safe. it is distant, and therefore can be closer than most "real life" interactions.

i am... a seeker. i am a poet and a writer and an avid journalist, but i think that the whole point of all of it is that i am looking for things. for completion, maybe just for the next step.
my name is Tiffany, or astrianna, or The_Maiden_Undone, depending on when and how you know me. i am 17, but i have been told that i am an old soul. i think that age is almost irrelevant, and if you are going to judge me, first know me.
i am tired. sometimes of life, most times just of this part of living. whatever "this" part is at the time.

i adore poetry, i love reading it, writing it, and sharing it. i plan to always have a poem up on this page, and it will change as my tastes change. sometimes i have song lyrics - i adore The Cure and all of their songs... most times i have more "conventional" poetry. i love Keats, Byron, and Dickinson. i try to have a poem or song that reflects what i'm feeling at the time, though sometimes i forget to change it.


The Mystery of Pain

Pain has an element of blank;
It cannot recollect
When it began, or if there were
A day when it was not.

It has no future but itself,
Its infinite realms contain
Its past, enlightened to percieve
New periods of pain.

Emily Dickinson




The Maiden's Mind
Philosophy & Spirituality
Random Thoughts
Random Thoughts Page 2
My Cracked Heart
More Cracked Stories
My Poetry
A Dream Within A Dream
Webrings & Groups
The Beautiful Void
Creation Myth - a journal
The Guestbook



How to reach the Maiden

You can reach me on IRC's DalNet in #gothic.nights, #laconic.void, #calgary and #calgarians, with the nicknames mentioned above. I am also on ICQ, my UIN is 2828504. Click on my UIN to get to my respond-online panel or click here to get to my ICQ personal communication center.



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