Resolution on the back burner in favour of warm snuggles
For this, I am not sorry

Somehow this blog feels like a chore
Every day
Be sure to write your lines

"I will not forget to blog
I will not forget to blog
I will not..."

How can I sit at the computer and compose what I will not enjoy, when there are loving arms and smiling love waiting for me elsewhere?

I can't see the piano
I can't hear its lilting notes
There is nothing wrong with my eyes or ears
Nothing wrong with me at all
But for the fact that
I do not wish to embrace
Anything that will
Give beauty
And meaning
To this world

You're the mom
Why does it need to be said
You should know
You should make it better
Pound for pound
No gloves
All love
You should know
You should make it better

Like being stoned
Cold, hard pain directed at your
head and midsection
Blinding
Stumbling away
Trying to find cover





...I live in the wrong country to be so afraid of ice

It's the same sad story
Told again and again
Too much in the veins
Too much in the blood
The road to the long sleep
Naked and calm
Forever napping
Heath joins Michael
Aussies aslumber
Beautiful and talented

Hired goons
Flash the false and remove the goods

For them all, a fall
Pictures posted

You brought this on yourself

Blink twice, the first is a lie
Seething in skin
Runny and tired
Cleared with a fist
Scabbed and dry

Op ed
A rant and sigh about the everything of nothing
Hating and wanting it all
Is there something so attractive about floundering that we choose to ignore what it is that we truly desire?
Instead, we grasp what is within reach
And end up longing
For everything

A woman
Writing about her sexuality
It's hard not to come across as

Tacky
Slutty
Trashy
Other yucky adjectives

I do not want to include
Cliche visuals
Moaning
Oceans

Tracing lust down naked spines and furtive, shy glances
It's unpredictable
Testing and teasing
Playing and pleasing
Road blocks are no match for the inundation
A gentle rhythmless rhythm
Of need replaced by want
And want replaced by had
Uncomfortable peace

I've been busy with catharsis
The only way a woman scorned knows how

Underhanded, schemy
Doesn't make me any better
But it feels right
For right now

It's really ok
Really
I haven't felt like he was my bf in so long
Because he was so seldom here
And never here for me
I am hurt, wondering what I did
Why I deserve someone treating me so shitty
I never asked for it
Never wanted to be the other woman
Yet it's happened
Twice
Again
Why??

Less hurt than disgusted though
I wonder how someone can live their life that way
And how anyone can put up with it
If I knew one of my friends was like that
Poof
Gone
See ya

I don't make friends with trash
I leave it in a trash bag
At the bottom of my stairs
And take it to the bin
A few months later
'Cause I'm lazy like that

SIX FLIGHTS OF STAIRS!!!

Anyways. I'm going to move on.
Keep on truckin'
Maybe find someone who DOESN'T HAVE A GIRLFRIEND
And DOESN'T LIE
Good luck, eh?

More baggage for the trip
More fodder for the new blog WHICH YOU MUST BOOKMARK

I can't tell
If you hate women
Or yourself
You need help
Figuring out what the hell
Makes you do this
And I long for you to realize
All this is wrong
And I never deserved it
None of us did
You're in debt with
So many women
And yourself

I wanna know what the fuck it was I did