If you asked anyone who knew me what object is me,
It’d easily be the computer you see,
On it I’ve met both my other halves.
A BFF and a spouse that are both must haves,
I have my fun and I have my work too,
It’s really great when i have nothing better to do.
I love my computer and my computer loves me
Now if I could just stop it from blinking c:\\
Tag Archives: writing
The Sweetest Scent Is Not A Rose
I think the most enticing, sweet, sensual, comforting scent is the lilac. It is so full of body and it fills the air with such a complicated flavor that you can’t help but be enticed by it. Were it a poison I would sip it willingly, inhale it deeply and fall into its succulent depths.
Dot Dot Dot
My favorite punctuation is the period. I use it often, I use it freely and I don’t care if it is write or wrong…. Hah.
I don’t know if I use it correctly but I love to it as a way of saying and so on or I could go on but I won’t. Like yada, yada. Maybe as are you getting this? I don’t know but it works just fine for me.
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LaLa Land
I think I really do my best writing while I am laying in bed. You know that little bit of time you have between going to sleep and hitting REM? Where your fantasies and realities collide and you have complete control over the way everything goes.
I love that it, it’s a warm safe place away from people and noise and it allows my imagination to go while. Plus since I am not completely asleep I can quickly jot down everything that has passed through the web of my mind before we lose it.
I don’t consider the physical writing part to count, it’s just a necessary means to and end. 🙂
So Fragile
Life is fragile. Humans are born vulnerable physically to predators and illness born in the air. Birds can barely move their heads and have no feathers. Many animals are born blind in the beginning. Plants are easily stepped on, especially their fragile shoots. Everything about life is just so easily ruined at the whim of others or nature.
I’m fragile. Easily broken and torn apart. My scars and wounds slow to mend. My mind barely holding on to sanity on some days, a fragility of it’s own.
Fragile.
Mama I Wanna Be A Lawyer
As a child I was argumentative to say the least. My parents would always have a hard time punishing me because I would inevitably find a loophole in their punishment.
They would tell me that I was grounded for an entire week but by the weekend I would be out getting into more trouble. Luckily what a week is in reality was different from my parents thought.
Actually pulling things over on them wasn’t really all that hard and I found I could do the same thing with teachers, vice-principals security guards and boyfriends to name a few. I was always able to twist things in my favor. Detention? No I would just have to work out extra hard in the gymnastics practice.. Was I stealing that magazine, even though it is clearly in my hands walking out of the store, some boy across the mall gave it to me. These were a few things that I managed to do.
I still am able to word things in a way that I always have an out. I always thought this would make me a fantastic lawyer.
My Body – A Poem
My face is freckled and my teeth are fanged,
My hair is long and I have bangs,
My breasts are large and plump,
They almost slap my knees when I jump.
My stomach pulled in so my figures an eight,
A polite way of saying that I’ve usually overate.
My hips are full and so is my bum,
When I sit on my legs they go completely numb.
Screw my body it’s mind over matter.
Now I better get dieting so I don’t get any fatter.
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