I
wait
for
God
to change
His
Mind.
*sigh*
fighting
fate
Saturday, December 24
Friday, December 23
Paper Shoulders
these
paper
shoulders
crease
crumple
pucker
powder
from
catching
the
tears
of
the
world.
your's are made of
stronger stuff.
paper
shoulders
crease
crumple
pucker
powder
from
catching
the
tears
of
the
world.
your's are made of
stronger stuff.
Thursday, December 22
Thursday, December 15
Friday, December 9
Who wants to be normal?
Normal is getting dressed in clothes that you buy for work and driving through traffic in a car that you are still paying for - in order to get to the job you need to pay for the clothes and the car, and the house you leave vacant all day so you can afford to live in it.
Wednesday, December 7
Tuesday, December 6
Lost the plot. . .
I’m looking for that really crowded room. The kind filled with random people and laughing, and intimate exchanges. And me standing, amid the static murmuring, waiting for my moment.When from across this room of crowd, stands another, and our eyes should meet…One glance, held frozen, with the tacit acknowledgement of having found our kismet within each other.
What? What do you mean that’s not how it happens?
I’m reading from the script here, and it’s pretty direct:
Crowded room, check.
Eyes meeting, check.
The smile-and-look-away, check.
The look-again-and-hold stare, check.
The subtle approach, check.
The easy-introductions, check.
The finding-you-have-absolutely-absolutely-everything-in-common, check.
The long-conversations-into-the-night ending with the number-swap, check.
The I-had-a-fantastic-time-speaking-with-you-this-evening-hope-we-can-encore-later, check.
Subsequent daily phonecalls/emails, check.
Feeling like you’ve found-the-missing-puzzle-piece-and-your-soul-is-now-complete, check.
Meeting the parents, check.
Beautiful-lilies-roses-organza-memory-making wedding, check.
Blissful-domestic-harmony-cute kids-pretty things-promotions-overseas holidays, check.
I’m just working off what I’ve been given.
What am I supposed to do now? I can’t adlib through this. This is breach of contract.
Dammit, I’m getting a new agent.
What? What do you mean that’s not how it happens?
I’m reading from the script here, and it’s pretty direct:
Crowded room, check.
Eyes meeting, check.
The smile-and-look-away, check.
The look-again-and-hold stare, check.
The subtle approach, check.
The easy-introductions, check.
The finding-you-have-absolutely-absolutely-everything-in-common, check.
The long-conversations-into-the-night ending with the number-swap, check.
The I-had-a-fantastic-time-speaking-with-you-this-evening-hope-we-can-encore-later, check.
Subsequent daily phonecalls/emails, check.
Feeling like you’ve found-the-missing-puzzle-piece-and-your-soul-is-now-complete, check.
Meeting the parents, check.
Beautiful-lilies-roses-organza-memory-making wedding, check.
Blissful-domestic-harmony-cute kids-pretty things-promotions-overseas holidays, check.
I’m just working off what I’ve been given.
What am I supposed to do now? I can’t adlib through this. This is breach of contract.
Dammit, I’m getting a new agent.
Sunday, December 4
Tug-of-War
Unravel me,
Pull me to pieces,
Build me up,
Complete me with kisses.
Shape me with touches,
Break me with sighs,
Mould me with lips,
Melt me with cries.
Make me whole,
Diminish me slowly,
Cast me with caresses,
Erode me, but hold me.
Why do we play this tug of war?
Pull me to pieces,
Build me up,
Complete me with kisses.
Shape me with touches,
Break me with sighs,
Mould me with lips,
Melt me with cries.
Make me whole,
Diminish me slowly,
Cast me with caresses,
Erode me, but hold me.
Why do we play this tug of war?
Saturday, December 3
of rain and rainbows
The rain may fall and
Wash the smiles off children's faces.
It could wash away a lifetime's toil,
And erase any hardwork's traces.
It could even force the sun-proud day
To don a cloak of sombre grey.
But there is one thing you should always remember,
There is one thing you should never forget:
That no matter how hard it can rain,
A rainbow will always pay off the debt.
Wash the smiles off children's faces.
It could wash away a lifetime's toil,
And erase any hardwork's traces.
It could even force the sun-proud day
To don a cloak of sombre grey.
But there is one thing you should always remember,
There is one thing you should never forget:
That no matter how hard it can rain,
A rainbow will always pay off the debt.
Friday, December 2
Think about this. . .
That 53 foot tree will be around even after the U.S. has joined the rest of the world and converted to the metric system. It'll just sound shorter!
Thursday, December 1
Is there One?
Is there one that moves me
To depths of perilous desire?
Is there one that raises me
To the heights I do aspire?
And with his soul poetic,
His words; they echo mine,
Could he be some forgotten twin
I meet now by fate's design?
To depths of perilous desire?
Is there one that raises me
To the heights I do aspire?
And with his soul poetic,
His words; they echo mine,
Could he be some forgotten twin
I meet now by fate's design?
Life
If life was anything like the books,
We'd all be princes and queens.
If life was anything like the movies,
We'd all have money and dreams.
But life is nothing like a fantasy realm,
It is true with sadness and sorrow.
It is a tale of woe and heartbreak,
But we must go on for there is always tomorrow.
We'd all be princes and queens.
If life was anything like the movies,
We'd all have money and dreams.
But life is nothing like a fantasy realm,
It is true with sadness and sorrow.
It is a tale of woe and heartbreak,
But we must go on for there is always tomorrow.
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