An Abstract of Misadventure & Misfortune
[mangled] heart
that face
those eyes
burning touch, that grin;
damage
is done—
we’ve already sinned;
daring,
teasing—
defense fell apart,
but always
i’m reckless
with my mangled heart
that moment when you realize your words take on a whole new meaning in current context. mind blown.
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Chow Mein and Chest Pain
aspergerhamburgerhamhamburglar:
The rain in Spain falls mainly in the
calamityxjane
She walks down the lane
With her creepy crooked cane
With her ankle in pain
Not due to a sprain
But her mentally ill brain
(crazy bat shit insane).
Still she pulls on the chain
That empties the drain,
Because Macbeth the Thane
Was successfully slain
And all of us she would reign
But the world belongs to Wayne
And Anna Karenina jumps under the train.
OMG….. my favorite hamburglar friend really knows me. Chinese food, clumsiness, bat shit crazy, Shakespeare, & that I’m pretty much royalty except for my soft spot for Lil’ Wayne. (I did not just admit that!)
But he totally exemplifies his grasp on my existence with the chosen picture… meet a young(er?) Mark Twain my friends… great writing, great facial hair & manly chest hair all in one snazzy little snapshot. **EPIC SWOON**
Queen of Swords
You’ve never known how to turn a blind eye,
This is your double edge —
There is pain, but there is laughter
From a sense of humor forged as a defense
From too many battles.You know nothing of collapsing,
Take little notice of things that are broken,
Be they bones or people —
Except to ignore them or love them.
Your only armor against their sharp edges
Is your inability to see anything but reality;
An insomniac, you never learned
How to dream.
<3 <3 warm fuzzies.
everyone should write about me :)
I’m giving you a prompt & it’s me!
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ian-the-recluse replied to your post: lament [& Mothers Day Lit]
love ur new screen pic
you make me blush, thank you ;) Makes me miss summertime & sunshine.
lament [& Mother’s Day Lit]
Heather Has Two Mommies
& I have two bottles of wine
& two six packs
to help numb the memories from
each time a piece of me died
before it had a chance to live
Jenny Lives With Eric & Martin
& I live alone with busted hope
& broken dreams
constantly going over
where I went wrong & my
what-might-have-beens &
everyone’s favorite phrase
for condolences:
“it wasn’t meant to be”
everybody else has mastered
blended homes & broken bones
& though it’s been a decade,
I’m not sure I can ever learn
how to live with this alone
[I can almost hear Journey right now]
franticallylost replied to your photo: Look, I got my moms Mothers Day present early…
GO WINGS!
HELL YES. I cannot wait. I was at Comerica when the Tigers swept the Yankees in the post season last fall & I feel like I can only be good luck :)
You best be watching (& drinking beer!)
know I am not gone
I’m just underneath my grief
adjusting the dial on my radio face
so I can take this life
with all of its love and
all of its loss
because I already know you
are the place I’m gonna finally sing
without any static”
3, 4, 5 [once I caught a dream alive]
4am & I are familiar friends. Just like I wore out 3, the novelty of 4 is wearing thin. 4am is that chilling quiet when the drunks have passed out & the early birds haven’t stirred quite yet but I can force myself to shut my eyes with the reassurance of a three hour nap. Guess I got too comfortable.
Hello 5am. It’s been awhile. Maybe I’ll just lay here & daydream until the sun comes up or until my alarm goes off.
I’ll make my reveries my reality.
indentured servent [slaving for my soul/supper]
I step from my wonderful world of technicolor - vivid blue skies and cotton ball cumulus clouds staining the back of my eyelids, the sunshine biting at my skin - into the dim, pixelated light of the office. The smile fades from my face nearly as fast as the conditioned air steals the warmth from my skin.
I suddenly remember someone else owns my soul. If I work fast enough, hard enough, or long enough someday all those cotton ball cumulus clouds will be mine.
Someday.
soul-in-division replied to your post: the in[side]r
I was just talking about Adam and Eve right before I read this! Weird! This is great, btw. Queen!
You seriously make me blush… You’re definitely royalty yourself; I saw your blue tags ;)
I slipped and fell Easter weekend, which bruised/dislocated a rib… & all I can do is swallow Motrin like it’s my job. So, I’ve been thinking about ribs a lot lately. & how much I prefer knowledge to ignorance. No apologies!!
Thank you again for all your words of support! I appreciate you xoxox
the in[side]r
I came from part of his body
but he’s the one that walked away
[you tell me who is to blame]
don’t accost me for such curiosity;
there’s so much I want to know—
so much I need to understand—
I can’t help that I desire to
feel this world with all my senses —
I won’t apologize for always craving
yet another taste
or for the way the corner of my lips
curve upward when they shred red flesh
from the apple of everything I’ve ever known
I rip through every safety net
No need to catch me when I fall—
I’ve learned that bruises fade
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