So Im just going to say that it would be really, really great if everybody in my life would just… SHUT THEIR BIG STUPID GOSSIP MONGERING MOUTHS!!!!
I am not your puzzle to put together. I will not fit your form. I am an undulating storm. I will gather my skirts like billowing gusts of winters; air, I will bite at your cheeks. I will leave you begging for blankets, twisting in my sheets. If you have need of order, find another.Continue reading “Blankets and Boxes”
The heart of a complicated and mostly kind man broke- and the damn earth still moved on without it.. a few well wishers called to say “so sorry” and, , ” how can we help” ? For him something great, and precious, and nearly perfect is lost- And the world didn’t stop spinning, the breeze blewContinue reading “What is lost can be found”
Leonard Cohen and I need to talk. He basically destroyed me. I think he knew and loved a crazy girl once and she must have hurt him, bad. She was crazy and that clearly implies- best lover the poor guy ever had. Her tendrils wrapped around his finger and her broken pieces unfurled like aContinue reading “Tea & Oranges”
The last 15 second kiss stains my lips like a pleasant Riesling. Unforgettable and humbling, heady and tantalising, to remember you all I need is to close my eyes and lick my lips….
This place is for losing. For the coward in me who is too frightened to do the choosing. The place my whole being begs to be heard by you. To laugh with you… You’re the only one who gets me. Without that feeling I draw a needle back and it reveals me, empty. It literallyContinue reading “Notes on a Suburban Scandal”
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Brick homes with stone walls, and tree lined streets, cool blades of blue green grass quaffed perfectly at our feet. We began a half dream there together, lying under a perfect tree, on a perfect day with perfect weather. Your smile speaks to me… to a place I can’t deny. A…
This blog is about something real. Something so difficult the only way I am ever going to understand it is to write it out loud. Saying it out loud makes it real. This blog is not going to be easy to read. Even for me. In fact, stop reading it right now and forget youContinue reading “The Thing I Think and Don’t Say”
I need a Tourniquet I’m feeling a little too delicate
Sometimes I wonder about my life. Sometimes I think its possible I don’t know anything about anything. Sometimes I think the way my children look at me is justified in asking the question they don’t dare utter- “Honestly why did you do this to me? I’m sure I have regular parents somewhere.”