Real – Karaoke Hide all the turkey And the mood food before my spirit falls again Still want some chocolate, But I’m too fat so diet really must begin Now… For I need a little weight loss; right this … Continue reading
Sometimes I feel my emotional temperature rising. Minor irritation turns to annoyance turns to frustration and I feel anger’s heat approaching.
This time I managed to stop and recognize the temperature change for what it is. an opportunity to learn more about myself and others and about the interactions between us all. I survived. This time…
I thought you were never going to disappear.
I thought you loved me too;
At least in some weird way.
I thought we were meant to be.
If only for a moment.
We needed each other.
Guess we don’t anymore.
Or do we?
I guess I’ll never know
Or will I?
The choice is yours.
I’ll always love you.
But I’m tired of always being the one
To reach out,
To miss you,
To think about us
If there ever was an us
Perhaps you were a figment of my imagination all along
Never really real.
Why I’m always searching for and never really finding you.
How two people can be so close while so far apart.
When the bubble will burst, and the fantasy will flop.
What our story will be after the climax.
Who will fall apart first.
If our love will survive.
Ode to Surface Pro
I see you looking at me from across the room
You can’t get enough of me, can you?
You want to feel my fingers all over you
You want to bask in the heat of my gaze
You want me to push your every button
So you can gently respond.
Begging me for more…
You glory in me ripping you apart
And slapping you back together
Even now you bend to my every whim
I tease you with my touch before
Tearing you apart and leaving you broken
While I eat my food and watch a show
I’ll take my sweet time but eventually
I will hold you and bring you together again.
Soon, you beg for a different type of touch
The whip I use on you every night
Lights you up like the fourth of July
But still, you beg for it, day and night
You hunger for that whip.
So I will end these strokes of pleasure
And feed my love the whip she craves
Okay, 7%, I get it…
I’m trying to heal. To see myself as I really am, Instead of through the skewed lense I am accustomed to. The lense of worthlessness The lense of sharp criticism, so detailed it must be true, Right? When did … Continue reading
Today I realize how incapable I am of being super mom.
Today I die a little inside at the cruel hands of life, and today I attempt to suck up my weakness and fragility and at least do something.
Today I have so much stuff to do, but most of it can wait.
Today I have kids to feed and a house that can be messy at least one more day.
Today I will give up on everything that’s not important and try to do what I can, which might not be much.
That is the story of today.
There is a possibility of tomorrow being different, which gives me the strength to get through today.
I promise that I really tried
To take my readers on a ride.
To keep them spellbound with suspense
To write in conflict and keep it tense.
I tried to write some sad stuff too
Make them believe it could be true.
Tried to write some witty verse
But I must be under some sort of curse
Because each time I start to write,
The words refuse to come into site.
I’m left staring at a blank page
More annoyed than full of rage.
I simply want to write a bit.
This feeling makes me want to quit.
So instead of trying to get it done.
I’ll write a poem just for fun.
So there! You mental blocking jerk!
Writing shouldn’t be so much work.
I sometimes want a look inside the deeper world I know you hide. But your mind is locked and you hoard the key. I can only see what you let me see.
So I’ll skim the surface waiting for, the day you decide to open the door.
If that day never comes to be, remember it was you who held the key.
Once upon a time there was a fish.
One fish in the sea of millions.
The thing that makes this fish tale different,
Is that this fish didn’t know how to swim.
She tried so hard.
To be like the other fish.
To “fly” through the water.
The other fish made it look easy.
The same water that lifted everyone else,
Was suffocating, heavy, immobilizing.
A few fish tried to help.
To teach her how to swim
She couldn’t swim.
Eventually she stopped trying.
She wasn’t strong enough.
At least she wasn’t in her mind’s eye.
So she drifted.
So she fell.
So she drowned.
But don’t be sad…
There are lots of fish in the sea.