well i have official copyright for my book and therefore have decided to post all previous/temporarily on hold posts. So everything is back in a sarcastic, happy, pensive, deep down and teary eyed, vengeful way!
So enjoy reading some of your old favorites.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Unspoken last words
Oh, pardon me, I've spilled my guts
If you'd only move, I'd pick them up
And put them back where they belong,
Inside of me, not in a song,
Or in a letter for you to hold,
When nothing melts a heart that's cold.
I know better this time, come on and face it,
You know you'd only throw out, or waste it,
And I can't take more of that,
When being quiet is where it's at.
I mean look at you,
Standing there in silent safety,
Never uttering a word to save me,
Because in you they don't exist,
And now I see that's what I missed,
I missed the words you never said,
I didn't see the absence of,
A heart that carried any love…for me.
And yet my mouth and heart betrayed me,
Giving away the words that fill me… to you.
Sharing thoughts that almost kill me…with you.
Sacrificing both pride and dignity…for you.
But no more.
This heart has tamed it's need to feel.
All that remains, is the hurt to heal.
If you'd only move, I'd pick them up
And put them back where they belong,
Inside of me, not in a song,
Or in a letter for you to hold,
When nothing melts a heart that's cold.
I know better this time, come on and face it,
You know you'd only throw out, or waste it,
And I can't take more of that,
When being quiet is where it's at.
I mean look at you,
Standing there in silent safety,
Never uttering a word to save me,
Because in you they don't exist,
And now I see that's what I missed,
I missed the words you never said,
I didn't see the absence of,
A heart that carried any love…for me.
And yet my mouth and heart betrayed me,
Giving away the words that fill me… to you.
Sharing thoughts that almost kill me…with you.
Sacrificing both pride and dignity…for you.
But no more.
This heart has tamed it's need to feel.
All that remains, is the hurt to heal.
Friday, November 19, 2010
Dear Crazy Lady on the Corner,
ok, you've been creeping me out ALL summer. Everyday I could count on you to be standing there on the corner of my bay, with your ratty looking toque and poking stick aimed at the local school children, armed with that "crazy wild" look in your eyes like you were right there... Living on the edge of sanity, ready to pounce.
And now that it's actually Fricken winter outside, what I want to know is...WHERE THE HELL IS YOUR TOQUE?
I mean, plus 30, sure as shit, your toque is so far on it's practically a turtleneck. But now, it's minus myass outside, and you are dressed completely inappropriately!
Shame on you. If I thought that I had a chance in hell of getting that stick away from you, you can be sure that I would poke some sense into you. Are you rebelling or just EXTRA crazy with the weather change.
Maybe that's it. Maybe you're just ramping up the crazy to give you an edge over the half blind guy on the other corner. You know, the one with the ponytail and the cane that is always walking his "invisible dog" on the leash. I can only assume he thinks it's invisible otherwise he'd have to admit that all he does is drag a leash around every time he goes for a walk, and that my friend WOULD be crazy. This way he's creative or eccentric.
Between you and me, I still think you're the craziest Bitch on the Block so please put your toque back on.
Sincerely,
Creeped out, Caring and Concerned
And now that it's actually Fricken winter outside, what I want to know is...WHERE THE HELL IS YOUR TOQUE?
I mean, plus 30, sure as shit, your toque is so far on it's practically a turtleneck. But now, it's minus myass outside, and you are dressed completely inappropriately!
Shame on you. If I thought that I had a chance in hell of getting that stick away from you, you can be sure that I would poke some sense into you. Are you rebelling or just EXTRA crazy with the weather change.
Maybe that's it. Maybe you're just ramping up the crazy to give you an edge over the half blind guy on the other corner. You know, the one with the ponytail and the cane that is always walking his "invisible dog" on the leash. I can only assume he thinks it's invisible otherwise he'd have to admit that all he does is drag a leash around every time he goes for a walk, and that my friend WOULD be crazy. This way he's creative or eccentric.
Between you and me, I still think you're the craziest Bitch on the Block so please put your toque back on.
Sincerely,
Creeped out, Caring and Concerned
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Dear Mickey Mouse,
I'm old enough to realize that writing my wish list to Santa Claus is useless, because he doesn't exist. (don't read this if you are under the age of 8 or if you are my grandpa, because I'm not here to kill dreams or get lectured on the "magic of believing")
You however not only exist but very well may be the most powerful mouse and for that matter public figure in the free world, not to mention you are rich to the tits. You my friend have had your little mouse hands in the proverbial cookie jar for the better part of the last century.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not judging, on the contrary, I'm proud, and jealous. I LOVE YOU Mickey Mouse ,and your land of fantastical magical shizzle that you formed from nothing more than your own two hands and a dream. Now with those same two hands I implore you to make my Christmas wish come true.
PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE ,PLEASE, PLEASE, let me win a free trip to Disney World, just once. Have I been there before? yes. Should that count against me? no. I mean how many other people have gone there and then have been caught planning a trip elsewhere the next time around, stating that, "we've been there already, once is enough"
!?!?!???????!!!!!!!!!!!?!?!?!?
What? Deplorable. They should be shot.
once is never enough.
ever.
once a year maybe? Like EVERY year for the rest of your lives. Maybe that's a start.
I'm going to go balls to the walls here Mick and be totally vulnerable with you
Lay it all on the line and let you make the call.
I miss you.
There. I said it. and I'm not ashamed to admit it.
I'm 33 (almost) and you make me feel like a schoolgirl again.
So this Christmas my only wish is to see your little mouse cheeks smiling at me in person.........
or.... a Speedo 150lap Top-Pusher water resistant to 100meters swim watch.
either or, I'm not picky.
You however not only exist but very well may be the most powerful mouse and for that matter public figure in the free world, not to mention you are rich to the tits. You my friend have had your little mouse hands in the proverbial cookie jar for the better part of the last century.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not judging, on the contrary, I'm proud, and jealous. I LOVE YOU Mickey Mouse ,and your land of fantastical magical shizzle that you formed from nothing more than your own two hands and a dream. Now with those same two hands I implore you to make my Christmas wish come true.
PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE ,PLEASE, PLEASE, let me win a free trip to Disney World, just once. Have I been there before? yes. Should that count against me? no. I mean how many other people have gone there and then have been caught planning a trip elsewhere the next time around, stating that, "we've been there already, once is enough"
!?!?!???????!!!!!!!!!!!?!?!?!?
What? Deplorable. They should be shot.
once is never enough.
ever.
once a year maybe? Like EVERY year for the rest of your lives. Maybe that's a start.
I'm going to go balls to the walls here Mick and be totally vulnerable with you
Lay it all on the line and let you make the call.
I miss you.
There. I said it. and I'm not ashamed to admit it.
I'm 33 (almost) and you make me feel like a schoolgirl again.
So this Christmas my only wish is to see your little mouse cheeks smiling at me in person.........
or.... a Speedo 150lap Top-Pusher water resistant to 100meters swim watch.
either or, I'm not picky.
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