Mkay. So I added Last Night I Dreamt, a poem I wrote back last November. I like it. I revised the end a little bit because I didn't like what I had before. Other than that, I think it's well written, and this writing perfectionist may continue on to greater and better things!

Other than that, I haven't got any real new poems. Hoping to fix that soon as my grandmother plans to take me to various places around Illinois and possibly further out-of-state to explore places to just sit and write. My first plan is to go to Starved Rock Park. Since I was real little, I've been going up there. Recently, however, the place has begun to disappoint me with the addition of wooden paths and more... modernization. Personally, I dislike this greatly because I feel like a piece of my hertiage is in the place where the white man now takes over. Funny as my bloodline does not even go back to the Illinini and.... Pontiac? Maybe. I don't think so, that's the chief. I'm Chipawe, and originate in Wisconsin. Heh. So.. those coming projects soon to come.

So, a little about myself...

Name: Tegan Rae

I just had my golden birthday this past February and am now 15 years old.

Location: Bloomington-Normal, IL and Flanagan, IL

I got this from a friend's profile... makes a person think about our Marines overseas.

"For the first time, I got a glimpse of the real fighters of this conflict. The real heros. People who did not get a choice of taking this trip. Last night, a group of soldiers visited our base. They were utterly ragged, their uniforms as torn as their spirits... no, I make that sound a bit too dramatic. They looked like fucking shit. They were shaky, nervous... Always looking around, never really relaxing. They got one night repreive on our base, a chance to get a few beers and a decent sleep. Then, back home for a few weeks, and back to SW Asia to start all over again."
-Mike Turner, US Air Force-