I like Pop music!!! Not much classical (even though I do play the piano.) No rock. Ever. Ballads might be okay every know and then. Rap? Not really my thing. Hip-Hop can be okay occasionally. Country is...country. Not necessarily something I enjoy.

Pop is the in-between of everything else. It's a little rap-ish, a little hip-hopish, maybe even a little country-ish. (Taylor Swift is living proof!) It's a mix of everything, plus contemperary! It can tell a story, or just be something awesome to dance to. It's also REALLY easy to sing along with! 

(Note: This is a rough draft. I really had this dream, and it's kind of violent and scary, just so you know.)

Persephone am I shut tight within
no ray of light doth caress my pale brow
The wanted golden beams upon sad skin
will not come; this Hades cannot allow.
Seeds six took I unthinking then to live
apart from open sky, and flowers bright.
They wither lacking that which I would give.
Too weak am I against his robust might
but he cannot hold me within cold hands.

I didn't have time to ponder Molly's strange answer. We had come to the end of the long hall, and as we stood before another enormous door, she gripped my wrist with white-knuckled fingers. "Once I open this door, not a word out of you," she whispered.
I felt a little shock of panic. "Why?"
"You're clearly an outsider." She gestured to my clothes: a light floral dress that contrasted with Molly's heavy black one so that we looked like a finch and a crow standing together. "And outsiders are not often well-received."

The will to write a poem striks in an instant like a flash of lightening outside my window.  One can not just sit down and write poetry for without that light a poem is nothing more than nevermore the cry of a poem tortured. Please enjoy my hastily writen poem!

Shadows of light; Slivers of darkness

Light and dark forever twighned

Such is this of wich I write

Stories and tales; Shadows and stones

Heros and villians; good and evil

Of such is what we write

And yet it seams the soul laid bare

   My entry for 'A Mysterious Jar'. As I have said, it is entirely different than any that have been posted so far. Do enjoy! 

Trapped behind glass,

no way to escape

from this cast.

Keeping me here,

keeping me still. A barrier.

Things too close to my heart 

to ignore,

but too far to grasp.

Unknown before

from behind this glass.

A want that is true

a dream that is beautiful.

But the reward is un-grantable.

The forbidden fruit

tempts even the good. 

Fingers slide down 

the surface,

tracing happiness

un-allowed, un-reached 

but wanted.

**Based on a dream I had a few nights ago...**

So obviously, I'll be fine.  Bridget means “strength”, after all, which I didn’t know until recently, but… you know, it works for me.  I’m glad my name means it, because nothing about me right now exudes strength.  I need something to give off that aura, ‘cause I’m sure as heck not.
The fact that I’ll be fine doesn’t mean I am.  It doesn’t even mean I believe I will be.  It just means I will be.  My survival instinct is too strong for me not to be okay.