Yesterday a poem of mine, entitled “Blow the Fucking House Down”, was featured on We Poets Show it (though they used the word blowing, instead of blow in the title–oops). If you didn’t see it when I previously posted it here on my page, go over there and check it out. While you’re at it, look around, check out some of the other forms of creative expression they feature.
The Lifetime Network—-it’s like an entire channel of the ABC After School Special for grown-ups.
Stood in front of the fridge and ate a cold weiner for supper. Reminded me of what my ex-boyfriend was always trying to serve me in the bedroom.
I have just purchased her book of poetry, “Teaching My Mother How to Give Birth”, from Amazon and can’t wait to sit down and digest every little morsel of it, delighting in the feeling of someone being inside my head and my heart. I could have had the Kindle edition for half the price, but I want the tactile experience of the book. I came across this quote yesterday; I needed to see it, to read it. Isn’t it amazing how the universe puts things in your path when you need them the most? On my quest to returning to my former satisfaction with my self, this is another good step.
If I could hang a sign from neck it would say:
PLEASE BE PATIENT
UNDER CONSTRUCTION
LOOKING FOR MY MOXIE AND MY MOJO
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Things I have been thinking about, or rather, obsessing about, lately:
–Do things happen for a reason?
–Is there such a thing as synchronicity/serendipity?
–When was the last time a man told me he loved, and really meant it?
–Where is my “big love”?
–What is my purpose here?
–How do I get happy?
–How do I begin to live with no excuses and no regrets?
–Why does the universe bring me something I have been asking for, and then keep it at an arm’s length?
–Is love at first meeting possible?
–Where do I go from here?
–Why do I forgive people so easily?
–Or is it forgiveness, or do I make excuses for them and their behavior?
I have been trying so hard to get out of my head, because all of the thinking is driving me crazy. And with the thinking comes the feeling, and the feeling all of it is nearly destroying me. I have always been one to feel things too deeply, and I often wish I didn’t. I just want to get to the other side of this current chasm I am experiencing. Problem is, I’m just not sure how to climb out of it.
My family believes in tradition. Every holiday after a wonderful dinner, we all draw straws to see who gets to shave my brother’s back.
You’re the first guy that ever sang to me.
I liked it. I really liked it.
Is it too much to hope you will sing to me again?
one track mind
one for the road
one too many
one thing leads to another
one night stand
one day at a time
one way ticket
one way to rock
one stop shop
one way street
one hit wonder
one and done
one shot one kill
one fell swoop
one for the record books
one of these days
one in a million
one singular obsession
one way or another
one that got away
one is the loneliest number
Stop fooling yourself
It makes you look stupid
You can’t be vulnerable
Or weak
You’re not allowed
You know why?
Because there’s no one there
To pick you up when you fall
And it seems like there never will be
No matter how much you wish there were
Cry your fucking eyes out
It won’t make any difference
Because no one gives a fuck
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