throwback to 2005
14 Sep 2010 Leave a Comment
I used to participate in a writing group on yahoo! One of the tasks was to write something using ten random words… I highlighted the ones I remember being part of the list .. I’m missing one though. Darn old age & memory loss lol!
Enjoy!
I guess the equivalent of you being here could be satisfied by the nudge of my finger inside myself,
but it wouldn’t be nearly as exhilarating as feeling you inside me, hard like never before.
But instead i am here feeling the most intense loneliness ever, its a grade above anything Ive ever felt before.
All my thoughts are filled with erotica causing this sensation between my legs, making my knees go weak.
Its futile to pretend that i’m not disillusioned with thoughts that your touch can cure anything thrown my way.
But for now I must accept the fact that your being gregarious and don’t have the time for me that I’d like,
so i’ll stay here, waiting, longing for u.
Debbie Downer no more!
09 Sep 2010 Leave a Comment
in Life's lessons Tags: learning, life, rambling
You don’t let other people steal your joy. It’s been something I’ve heard, said, and tried to live by. But this is a hard life lesson to live by. How can I be happy (about seemingly NOTHING) while you’re calling me with your major problems? It’s like I have to contain my (useless) joy because you’re depressed. I don’t want to be depressed. I think the problem is I’m too empathetic. Is that possible? I mean, I actually think I feel the pain that you’re going through, especially if I can’t help you. By help, I mean offer you kind words of encouragement or maybe even a slice of cake to cheer you up. It’s frustrating to want to tell you “things will work out” and have you snap on me. I know that when its dark its hard to believe that things will get better. It’s also frustrating for me to want to tell you that, this is an end result of years of bad decision making on your part. I want to say it, but its hard.
I also don’t want to ask how things are and nothing is positive. I don’t want to have friends whose lives are filled with “non-positives”. It’s kind of a buzzkill. What do you say to someone who is constantly high lighting the bad in life? How about the good? Waking up may not seem good, but it is. Having a place to lay you’re head (even its not ideal) is good. Being of sound mind is a good thing. This shirt makes me look thin is a good thing. My hair looks good today. Maybe I’m too easily satisfied by the good things and that wasn’t always the case. I’ve been down in the dumps. I’ve driven home and cried myself to sleep but I tried not to put that part for the world to see.
I sound like a bad friend? Do I sound selfish? I feel selfish . Actually that’s a lie. I don’t feel selfish. I feel like I’ve lent enough shoulders and ears to have a right to say “stop complaining and do something.” It’s mean, maybe. But what use is complaining if you aren’t going to fix it? I have yet to meet someone who has said, “I’m exactly where I wanted to be in life at this age.” Never. But I do enjoy meeting the person who admits they aren’t where they imagined they’d be and are taking steps to get closer. I am tired of the people in life who are unhappy and unwilling to change.
Prompt 215 : Weave a Poem …
09 Sep 2010 Leave a Comment
in Writing is LIFE Tags: poetry, writing
Weave a poem that contains all these lines ( in no particular order) “I tie the ribbon in a foolish way” “the delicious fragility of this travesty” and “where we still laugh and wish”
the delicious fragility of this travesty
reeks bittersweet in the melody of my mind
but leaves my heart agape with agony
like a melody left unsung
a time where you and I had a carefree
energy
you were young, viral, sweet
and I was
slightly less jaded about the realities of the world
I fantasized and imagined
growing old and repeating lifes cycle
the American dream and the pursuit of happiness
lied
my mind led me and it let me
do things only a fool would do
in fact
I tie the ribbon in a foolish way
mixing those days with these memories
a jumbled cycle only you could deciper
instead of passively passing time
growing old with stories of you and i
the screen plays a play where we still laugh and wish
just one more
we did this and we went there
i stand here and talk to a sky
missing days of you and I
I wish I could say it was all you
alas yet another untruth in the
web of our lives
sorry friend
