willowed cables entwined
confident in the bind
strait and narrow, strong
slight curve at the hilt
meeting emotion
with a halt
holding decision
above impulse
strong, wise and steady
grounded by design
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Yes, I am aware.
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No Contest
even if no one gets me, if i'm the only one laughing at my jokes, i won't hide myself away from life. it's uncertain and it's dirty and it's fucking exciting, and i want to be a part of all of it.
it's too good to waste in hiding.
toujours
February, 21, 2009 1:27 AM
it's too good to waste in hiding.
toujours
February, 21, 2009 1:27 AM
heart full
Today on my way home from class, I stopped off at the petrol station for some petrol. I paid on my card which wasn’t a lot, and then as I was getting into my car, I saw an old man walking past the building. He had a red and green stripy jumper which was frayed at the ends. He was also wearing some jeans that were dirty and had holes all over.
I sat there and became intrigued by him because I didn’t know what he was doing, so as I sat there and watched him, he continued doing what he set out to do.
He walked past the trash cans and first picked out a cup with some drink still in it (one of the cups that you get from burger king that has coke in it). He then walked over to the next trash can and pulled out the end of a half eaten sandwich. In my shock horror, he ate it and then went to sit on the wall to drink the drink he had found.
I felt sad, I wanted to give him my last $4 that I had but I was told when I was younger that you should never give people money, you should give them something they need or can use because that way, if they had an addiction, they would not be able to use the money for their addiction. So I went into the shop and bought a chicken sandwich from their deli counter and then walked out of the building.
The guy was still sat at the wall drinking his drink so I walked up to him and asked him if he would like this sandwich. He thanked me and said that he was hungry.
I should of felt good after that, doing something for someone else but all I could think of is where his next meal will come from or where in fact he will sleep tonight.
Fimble Star
September 30, 2008 8:08 PM
(Tonight, although I am cold and my feet are sore, my belly is full.)
I sat there and became intrigued by him because I didn’t know what he was doing, so as I sat there and watched him, he continued doing what he set out to do.
He walked past the trash cans and first picked out a cup with some drink still in it (one of the cups that you get from burger king that has coke in it). He then walked over to the next trash can and pulled out the end of a half eaten sandwich. In my shock horror, he ate it and then went to sit on the wall to drink the drink he had found.
I felt sad, I wanted to give him my last $4 that I had but I was told when I was younger that you should never give people money, you should give them something they need or can use because that way, if they had an addiction, they would not be able to use the money for their addiction. So I went into the shop and bought a chicken sandwich from their deli counter and then walked out of the building.
The guy was still sat at the wall drinking his drink so I walked up to him and asked him if he would like this sandwich. He thanked me and said that he was hungry.
I should of felt good after that, doing something for someone else but all I could think of is where his next meal will come from or where in fact he will sleep tonight.
Fimble Star
September 30, 2008 8:08 PM
(Tonight, although I am cold and my feet are sore, my belly is full.)
It helped.
Jennicula,
Thank you for sharing your story. Although it only appeared briefly, I was lucky enough to have caught it.
Once upon a time, for me, that was the best part of this place...having my words related back to me from another's perspective.
And it never mattered to me who said it, just that it meant something to the writer.
Thank you for sharing your story. Although it only appeared briefly, I was lucky enough to have caught it.
Once upon a time, for me, that was the best part of this place...having my words related back to me from another's perspective.
And it never mattered to me who said it, just that it meant something to the writer.
Blog header image by: Anima
I would like to credit the photographer and thank her for sharing her work.
something
Don't let anyone tell you how to live your life. Hold your head up high and be proud of who you are. If you've had a shitty day and you feel like people just don't want you to be happy, and when you find yourself struggling to make it through the day, just keep on believing and keep the faith. Also, from personal experience, don't push people away. When they say they want to help and that they are there for you, let them in. Believe me, I know how fucking scary that thought is, but don't shut others out.
paperheartxx
September 22, 2008 11:07 PM
paperheartxx
September 22, 2008 11:07 PM
Retro-spectacled
Sometimes, when you look back on stuff in your life, you know, the crap that makes you shake your head and say, "Holy shit, what the Hell was I thinking?" it's part of what makes you - you.
I'm not perfect by any stretch of the imagination. I have made small mistakes and really big, fucking scary mistakes. Would I change those mistakes and blunders?
No. Wanna know why?
Because they make me - me. They help make up the person that I am, what I've learned the hard way. Hopefully I've learned from my mistakes and have become a better person for it. And, hopefully I don't repeat those same mistakes. Although, sometimes I repeat variations of certain ones, but I'm working on that. :)
Jennicula
June 11, 2008 11:19 AM
I'm not perfect by any stretch of the imagination. I have made small mistakes and really big, fucking scary mistakes. Would I change those mistakes and blunders?
No. Wanna know why?
Because they make me - me. They help make up the person that I am, what I've learned the hard way. Hopefully I've learned from my mistakes and have become a better person for it. And, hopefully I don't repeat those same mistakes. Although, sometimes I repeat variations of certain ones, but I'm working on that. :)
Jennicula
June 11, 2008 11:19 AM
aloft
Blazing against the sun
like locusts,
samaras swarm the sky
and skitter to an earthly end,
dry
like clever words.
I want to make them fly up,
flip heaven upside down
and dance across the top of hell
and sing your thoughts
to the sound of thunder
that you love so well,
rip open the littered sky
and bathe in the light
or draw across the firmament
the blanket of the night.
In only a day they have
covered the ground,
their brief flight
yielding nothing permanent
on infertile land,
a fleeting moment of swarming glory
that calls to mind our own
short story:
Diamonds and petals,
the loom and the light,
the inkdark moon, foxfire marsh,
an open, waiting hand.
Clever winged seeds
of childhood reminiscent--
and like the idiot grown-up heart,
as stubbornly indehiscent.
Weaver Girl
May 26, 2008 11:27 PM
like locusts,
samaras swarm the sky
and skitter to an earthly end,
dry
like clever words.
I want to make them fly up,
flip heaven upside down
and dance across the top of hell
and sing your thoughts
to the sound of thunder
that you love so well,
rip open the littered sky
and bathe in the light
or draw across the firmament
the blanket of the night.
In only a day they have
covered the ground,
their brief flight
yielding nothing permanent
on infertile land,
a fleeting moment of swarming glory
that calls to mind our own
short story:
Diamonds and petals,
the loom and the light,
the inkdark moon, foxfire marsh,
an open, waiting hand.
Clever winged seeds
of childhood reminiscent--
and like the idiot grown-up heart,
as stubbornly indehiscent.
Weaver Girl
May 26, 2008 11:27 PM
Electric Blue
…today I saw a ulysses butterfly it was in our yard and settled to feed on our hibiscus. They really are fantastically beautiful things, the electric blue is amazing, however as they sit with their wings closed they are rather nondescript and dull. Sometimes people are like that, from the outside they seem unappealing but within there hides an amazing beauty for those lucky enough to see it. I hope you appreciate beauty in all things, and look for it perhaps where others miss it.
ergoproxy
April 29, 2008 4:45 AM
ergoproxy
April 29, 2008 4:45 AM
LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL.
I read your post again and suddenly without warning memories of construction paper filled my head. I remembered all the lop-sided flowers my girls made when they were young. Bright blue, yellow and pink flowers that were cut out with blunt end scissors would fill the windows to decorate for Easter. An occasional bunny was attempted but those usually ended up looking like creatures from a horror movie. Flowers were so much easier. I can close my eyes and hear the paper being cut into petals. I can smell the Elmer’s glue squirted on in huge blobs to attach each misshapen petal to form the flowers. We had a huge arts and crafts box full of wonderful items just waiting for their imaginations to turn into something wonderful. In my mind I see my daughters, as they once were, small, blond little girls sitting on the floor surrounded by scraps of paper and other art supplies. They would create their masterpieces then proudly show each other. Oh and Lord the messes that would ensue if the glitter made an appearance. Now, the box is forgotten. I’m not really sure where it even is anymore. The few flowers so lovingly created that survived are faded and dusty and high on a shelf they sit. Time marches on, so many things get left behind.
Today was the first Easter I spent alone. I don’t think it really upset me until I remembered the construction paper flowers. Of course I understand that my daughters are growing up and have lives of their own. But understanding doesn’t make it any easier to accept. I miss my little girls in their frilly Easter dresses. I miss the laughter that filled the house when they found what the Easter Bunny left for them. And I miss making the damn flowers.
Elena
March 24, 2008 3:57 AM
Today was the first Easter I spent alone. I don’t think it really upset me until I remembered the construction paper flowers. Of course I understand that my daughters are growing up and have lives of their own. But understanding doesn’t make it any easier to accept. I miss my little girls in their frilly Easter dresses. I miss the laughter that filled the house when they found what the Easter Bunny left for them. And I miss making the damn flowers.
Elena
March 24, 2008 3:57 AM
From the corner.
I wonder if you noticed
all our friends playing
Some had never tried before
and the result was amazing.
Poems from the corner
from the left and right
We did our best to keep them flowing
Late into this night.
If nothing else was accomplished
I hope we made someone see
How truly beautiful and amazing
a poem can be.
Sdock10
March 13, 2008 11:36 PM
all our friends playing
Some had never tried before
and the result was amazing.
Poems from the corner
from the left and right
We did our best to keep them flowing
Late into this night.
If nothing else was accomplished
I hope we made someone see
How truly beautiful and amazing
a poem can be.
Sdock10
March 13, 2008 11:36 PM
Thank You. Truly.
"This little world has grown around us, out of nothing, and it is a remarkable thing. Even the dark and dirty parts, the violent parts. Humanity will not thrive without passion."
Redrum
March 1, 2008 3:13 AM
Redrum
March 1, 2008 3:13 AM
Uncondensed
Your words are what give value to this space.
Never do that again.
Yes, I am aware.
Character Advocacy.
"Don't ever pretend to be something you're not. You are who you are, and no one can change that. The people who don't like the real you are just gonna have to suck it. Don't take shit from anyone. Don't crumble. Throw a few birds, and walk on.
I'm still trying to do this, so maybe we can work on it together."
mustardisbetter
January 16, 2008 4:48 PM
I'm still trying to do this, so maybe we can work on it together."
mustardisbetter
January 16, 2008 4:48 PM
Art by: Toujours
“I decided to stop pitying myself. Other than my eye, two things aren't paralyzed, my imagination and my memory.”
Jean-Dominique Bauby
Jean-Dominique Bauby
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Boobie Screwsday
O_O
Bye BC.Take care as well!
Hi sdock.
...and hi S&V.
Yes, Siobhan. You should drop by the porch during the day and leave PPU a message.
Hey ALL!
Hey Bella!
PPU ♥'s PPB
Yeah, you didnt like my Boobie Screwsday?
How pout Poopie Tuesday?
That's funny. ^___^
Solly ♥ PPU!!
hiya sdock, how are you?
bye bc take care!
Solly ♥ PPU!!
Cute!!
I will do that, Sdock!
I'm so so, Pixie. I think all real people suck today. So I choose only to hang out in BlogBelieve and talk to imaginary critters and imaginary people.
Ya know?
Siobhan, it's totally true! I ♥ PPU more and more every day!
And anyone who doesn't like it....oh well, oh well, oh well.
Smoke!!
Write more poetry! Your poem rocked!
Uh, no. No it didn't. Solly, it sucked ass. I was bored to tears.
Uhh, yes, yes it did rock!
Don't argue with me.
well how good that it´s friday and weekend now sdock! *hugs*
Thanks, Pixie!! Your hugs always make me feel better!
awww that´s good to know sdock you´re welcome *anotherhugforyou* ;)
I can't get "Choke Me" out of my head, 'specially that damn catchy chorus.
You're. So crazy.
You'resocrazy.
You're. So crazy.
Hello *waves to everyone*
Siobhan-san, you have my promise. I'll let you know how it went. Bye my lovely pancake-zilla.
P.S. Crapper Barrel is pretty good.
Apparently lately, while I'm away,
Crackberry does not want to play
by noon I have lost all connection
and cannot find inside correction.
It also seems we've got a mad deceiver:
for 2 PM was not the weaver.
Hello mustard and missT!
Hey dudes and dudesses!
MissT, lovely to see you again!
And I'm not happy about being pummeled by caribou for no good reason. ;)
Smokie, no fair. You're first. Pancake-zilla, how do you feel about that? ^_^l
Hello to everyone who arrived. Hi Miss T. How are you my English chum?
Okay, now my crazy ass will leave. Later guys ♥
Oh snap!
Hey MissT!
Hey Weaver Girl! The real one. O_O
Hi bella.
Hi BC.
Hi mustard.
Hi princess.
Great to see you guys. How are you?
Weaver girl, you seriously need to get your poetry published. We have an impostor already?
Okay, now I will leave lol
See you later BC.
That was short and sweet.
Hi smokie, solly, weaver girl, anyone else I missed. I'm great miss T, the weather is finally cooperating so I'm going out for a bit. I hope you're okay *hugs*
Okay now I have to get ready. Bye guys. And I mean that ^_^
hi there my ukchum, how are you???? *hugs*
MissT, I'm fine thanks. And you?
I't good to "see" you,really.
Hi weaver girl.
*It's
Miss T.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yay!!!!
I missed you sooooooo much!!!
I'm great thanks pixie.
Great to see you pixie, bella and siobhan.
I missed you guys too.
Guys, I have to go.
Take care everyone.
See you tomorrow.
Goodnight Mayo, SS and Family.
Love you all!
*HUGS & KISSES*
PS: SisM and Mya, WELCOME BACK!
PSS: Elena, great chapter!
bye bella, take care!
Goodnight Bella, sweet dreams.
Shhhhhh!
I can't hear myself think!
Kidding, but srsly. Where'd everybody go?
LOL mustard.
Can I take my earplugs out now the rabble has died down?
Yah! You can remove them!
You need damn megaphones to talk in this place, I swear.
Sorry, what was that mustard? I didn't catch it over all the shouting.
HELLOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
I am fucking right here!
Well not technically.....
I am right here, but not fucking.
I am hungry though.
What do you mean?!
You can't quite hear me from way over there?!?!
SHALL I TURN IT UP TO ELEVEN?!
Good to know, Sdock.
Good to know. ;)
Turn in up loud mustard.
Hi solly sweetie, you will have to shout up, I nearly missed you there.
But Mustard, I totally could be and you would never know.
Muhahahahah!
Actually I am eating Frito's and some dip.
Bye, Bella! Take care!
*hooks up Mayo's ginormous 29-speaker system, complete with 3 sub-whoofers*
Can't beat that shit, Mayo. Good choice.
Whatta we got in the crates?!
Actually I am eating Frito's and some dip.
This is totally slang for the you know whatsies.
;)
Hey MissT!!
HOW ARE YOU??
Nah, I am actually eating Frito's and dip!
I know, I'm just picking at you. :)
But, you're right. I wouldn't know. And that makes me a-sceered.
I'm great thanks Solly. How are you sweetie.
My day
is filled
with the same
Repeat
rewind and replay
Is this
where I am destined to stay?
Never allowed
to play
a different role
on a new stage
Trying to do the right thing
doesn't always pay
My hole is dark
and the walls are grey
Never seeing color
looking for a light
a ray
of sunshine
Searching for a new way.
Can't grasp the words
and I never
know what to say.
Except
the hurt
the tears
the pain.
You see
in my world
it always rains.
Oh dear solly.
I tried to with the euro millions tonight so that i can take you away from all this, alas, no luck.
I shall try again with the lotto tomorrow night.
Amazing.
I'm okay, MissT. I have missed you bunches and bunches and more than that.
Win not with obviously.
Awwh thanks for trying, MissT. Please know that I would do the same for you if I win Georgia lotto!
Mustard, did you like??
Always.
:)
YAY!!!
Mayo, did you like?? Relate much??? Maybe??
DID SOMEONE SAY SOMETHING ABOUT YELLING? WHAT? WHAT WAS THAT?
SOLLY! BRING ME SOME DIP!
I missed you too solly but I've been busy as a bee.
WHAT?
I CAN'T UNDERSTAND A WORD YOU PEOPLE ARE SAYING!
MUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRDDDDDDDDDD!!!
Hey. ^_^
HEEEEEEEEEEEEEY!
IS THIS A LITTLE BETTER?!
Oh wow. That totally turned into just Mustar...
What happened to the 'd'? O_O
Slaw,
It's the same fucking dip you bought the other day. I'm trying to make myself like it.
Yum!
MAYO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hey to you, too.
Dude, you be illin'.
Just sayin'
You can see it if you look at the main page.
But, Mustar is cool, too.
Oh. I've already ate some tonight. It's pretty damn tasty. ^_^
I want something else.
MissT,
I know. You've been doing such exciting busy things. I totally want it all to work out and all your dreams to come true, but I still miss you. I'm needy like that.
*waves to princess*
If you can't hear me, can you at last see me?
I wish I knew sign language.
Hey guys!
This totally feels like we brought the porch inside tonight! Niiiiiiiice!
I sees you!
HEYYYY!!!
It does!
So fun!
Yes! And every time I go to make a new comment, I get to re-read "AMI JAMES IS HAWWWT!"
Yes, he is.
I miss you too solly.
I didn't get the job but the teaching thing is in the pipeline I hope.
I have done the paperwork, now I have to wait and see if I get the funding.
I hope it all works out for you, MissT! I wish I could find something that I really want to do.
I mean, you guys seen my poem right? No exaggeration.
It sucks.
Thanks princess. I hope that you find something you want to do. Of course a lottery win is always good for that kind of thing.
That would be soooo awesome. OH MY GAWWWD!
If you could buy anything you wanted right now, what would it be?
Smoke, what is it you enjoy doing? What excites you most?
MissT:
You know I'm super proud of you, right? And even though you didn't get the job you interviewed for, you still have a great chance of making a big difference in your future student's lives.
Hmmmmm, I would love to own a music store but that would never fly down here. Just not enough people.
I also love to shop! Imagine that. Can I be a personal shopper? That would be WAY cool.
Atlanta's a hub. You could open one there! Or in the nearest town with a greater population than where you currently are.
Or being someone's personal shopper would be way cool. I have a feeling you'd rock at that.
God, I can see it now.
My music store:
Nothing but Tim McGraw and Rihanna.
Ewwww.
Thank you so much mustard, you are such a sweetie to say so.
I wish we all could find something to get us out of our ruts in life.
If I could buy anything now, it would be a nice big house for me may mum and my sis away from the nuisance neighbour next door.
Oh I would have soooo much fun. Gerard needs to hire me to shop for him.
Burn-hole in a jacket? Dude. Just...no.
I am about to say some words
about a very special lady
and when she comes across them
she'll say "Solly, you so crazy!"
She's always spreading love
and spinning amazing rhymes
I know I've told her how great she is
at least a million times
We've been around since Loveman
and Mayo's very first post
Anons love to pit us against each other
in the fight for who Mayo loves the most
I hope she looks in the mirror
and reminds herself each day
that she beautiful and talented
in oh so many ways
I joked to her the other day
about a poetry duel
But Solly wouldn't stand a fighting chance
head to head against Jules!!!
I feel so incredibly lucky
just for having known ya
So to show you my love
Here's your own raggedy poem
AWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!
That's so cool!
I love it solly. You are pretty damn hot yourself on the poetry front.
Hhahaah, thanks MissT! I need to work on my vocabulary skills. I use baby words.
I wonder what Mayo does on a Friday night. Reckon he watches Amne$ia like me? Reckon he sits back and reads all of our comments? Does he work at night?
I don't know why, I was just wondering.
You should change the baby words to rude ones. ( and they are not baby words)
You could do rude dude poems.
There is no freaking telling. Maybe he plays poker with the boys.
Maybe Mayo have movie night on Friday nights. He should totally write us a review of some of the lastest flicks.
I would spank his ass at Poker. ^_^
Maybe Mayo is at the opening of a brand new museum or restaurant tonight. One that you totally have to have reservations to get in...
Maybe Mayo is having a good ol fashion cookout with some friends.
Maybe Mayo is eating cookie dough ice cream in his pajamas.
This is fun!! Mayo could be doing anything!!
Or he could be watching Without A Trace re-runs.
Or kicking it at a ballgame somewheres.
Or he could be on a bowling team.
Or he could be a cab driver.
Maybe Mayo is at his pilates class tonight.
Maybe Mayo is in a hot tub full of chicks!
Maybe Mayo is writing his life story.
Maybe Mayo is out for a jog.
Or toking on a fat one in his basement.
Or slamming some shots down at a local bar.
Or just sitting back puffing on a Winston at the mall. People-watching.
Maybe he's flipping burgers.
Maybe he's enjoying karaoke.
Maybe he's painting a masterpiece and doesn't even know it.
Maybe he's eating his favorite meal.
Maybe he's holding the one he loves.
Or.....
He could be asleep. ^_^
smoke&venom20 said...
I would spank his ass at Poker. ^_^
You would spank his ass just for the sake of it.
Maybe he's at the library.
Maybe he's reading X-Men.
Maybe he's trying to figure out where he should dump the bodies.
Maybe he's looking in the mirror.
Maybe he's yelling "FUCK YOU!" at someone.
I totally would.
I'd make him like it, too. ^_~
Maybe he's looking in the mirror.
Duh! Mayo and I are always looking in the mirror.
Maybe he's singing in the shower.
Maybe he's out in the cold.
Maybe he's warming his hands by the fire.
Maybe he's lost and needs directions.
Maybe he's making a grocery list.
Maybe he's trying to decide what to wear.
For the faithful, pure heart to my sword,
yes, we've been here since this was begun,
your own words always leave me floored
and you've taught me so much from day one.
I guess I can't thank you enough,
though I try, and kinda fail, prolly,
('cause I don't do too well with the fluff,)
but you're coolest of cool beans, dear Solly.
I'm so glad that the stars have aligned,
and brought us here (Mayo, you too!)
though in friendship, the luck is all mine,
and the ray of light, Solly, is you.
Maybe he's sitting back and smiling right now. ^_~
Maybe he's watching his favorite DVD for the 100th time.
Maybe he's wishing he was some place else.
Maybe he's baking dessert.
Maybe he's cleaning out his closet.
Maybe he's talking on the phone to someone he hasn't spoken to in years.
Maybe he's partying hard.
Maybe he's eating some chips and dip.
Maybe he's trying to figure out what to right next.
Maybe he's thinking WTF is wrong with these people.
Jules, I ♥ you!
Thank you, you do so much for us here and I wanted you to know how much your words mean to me.
Now, I will hush. Because I am beginning to sound fangirly!
OMG.
I just typed 'right' for 'write'.
DAMN IT MAN!
Maybe he's wondering if he should join in the fun.
Smoke,
I thought that line was clever!
I thought that's what you meant.
He was trying to right a wrong.
It's so cool just to sit back and watch people talk.
Maybe Mayo is on a road trip
Maybe Mayo is taking a dump
Maybe Mayo is folding his laundry
Maybe Mayo is watching us
Maybe Mayo is painting his room
Maybe Mayo is feeding his cat
Maybe Mayo is picking his nose
Maybe he's playing frisbee in his back yard.
Maybe he's chasing away the neighbor's dog.
Maybe he's fixing a broken faucet.
Maybe he's wishing he knew what to call the Friday night crew.
Maybe Mayo is chillaxing!
Maybe Mayo is protocting someone.
Maybe Mayo is doing a crossword puzzle.
Maybe he is reading the newspaper.
Maybe he is somewhere shooting a gun.
Maybe he is digging a ditch.
Maybe he is building a wall.
Maybe Mayo's watching Sex In The City reruns.
Maybe he's having movie night with his closest friends.
Maybe he just walked in his house, locked the door, turned on a lamp, breathed a sigh of relief, and thanked whoever for giving him another day.
Maybe he's washing his hands.
Maybe he's eating takeout.
Maybe he's playing the piano.
Maybe he's making a sandwich.
Maybe he's buying flowers.
I do not like them in a box.
I do not like them with a fox.
I do not like them in a house.
I do not like them with a mouse.
I do not like them here or there.
I do not like them anywhere.
I do not like green eggs and ham.
I do not like them, Sam-I-am.
Maybe he's waiting in line for tickets to a rock show.
Maybe he's at an opera.
Maybe he's reading to children.
Maybe he's writing a novel.
Maybe he's dancing around in his undies to his favorite music with a broom handle.
Maybe he's afraid the neighbors are watching.
Maybe he's wishing he was someone else.
Maybe he's contemplating his future.
Maybe he's starting a fire.
Maybe he's putting one out.
Maybe he's face to face with someone and he doesn't know what to say.
Maybe he's humming the theme from the Golden Girls.
Maybe he's cursing the night.
RW! and Jen!
Lovely to see you!!!
Maybe he's wondering what the Lovelies are doing.
Maybe Mayo is singing in the shower
Maybe Mayo is laughing
Maybe Mayo is taking a nap
Maybe Mayo is eating pizza
Maybe Mayo is contemplating his next post
Maybe Mayo has a wedgie
Maybe Mayo is taking out the trash
Maybe he's bleaching his whites.
Maybe he's at Walmart.
Maybe he's scrambling eggs.
Maybe he's sitting on the floor in a dimly lit room meditating.
Maybe he's building a robot.
Maybe he's in lab finding a cure for cancer.
Maybe he's waving to someone.
Maybe he thinks we are having too much fun.
Maybe he's a little weirded out.
Maybe he kinda likes it.
Maybe Mayo's wondering where that person got off to.
Maybe Mayo's looking through his old school annuals and laughing at his pictures.
Maybe Mayo's about to call his mom.
Maybe Mayo's searching.
Bigger than Jesus?
Yes, and here:
a tangle of anger,
fraught with flaws,
full of fight,
and a sometimes soft lilt
that brought us the light,
tearing the veil from the face of the world,
tearing the face from the world
first with love songs,
so naive,
simple heart pinned
to a long black sleeve
and then when you said "imagine"
we wanted to believe.
Of a terrible day,
I certainly must not speak,
the opposite of your life,
the darkness against which
you stood unwavering
in the face of:
cold
hard
consumer
follower
hate
control--
full of pride,
and freedom savoring.
When they try to make me:
paint my face and dance
I still hear you.
When they want me to:
be a soldier and die
I still hear you.
When they ask for:
a contribution
I still hear you.
In the apocalyptic now,
still a denim-clad knight,
more than memory, oh my Johnny,
my never-darkened light.
Maybe he's thinking he should do something better with his life.
Maybe he's thinking he's missed out on some things.
Maybe he is thinking of righting some wrongs.
Maybe he's doing that right now.
Maybe he's playing putt-putt.
Maybe he's learning how to drive a race-car. ^_~
Now that was truly amazing.
More than I imagined, Weaver Girl.
Do you mind if I save it? You'll retain full credit of course.
Maybe he's flipping the bird at someone.
Maybe he's paying his bills online.
Maybe he's shopping online for some new spiffy outfits.
Maybe he's reading up on celebrity gossip.
Now that was cool.
Maybe, right now, he's thinking just how special this place really is.
Maybe he's mending fences.
Maybe he's burning bridges.
Maybe he's blinded by the light.
Maybe he's scared of the dark.
Maybe he's going to fast.
Maybe he's scared to stop.
Maybe he's wishing he could return to a simpler time.
Maybe he's sitting in the grass doing some star gazing.
Maybe he's wishing on someone else's star.
Maybe he's with us.
Maybe he's downloading illegal music
Maybe he's in a deli laying on a sandwich
Maybe he doesn't have as much time on his hands as apparently we do
Maybe he's thinking of someone he loves
Maybe he's prancing around in new high heels
Oh wait, that's me
selective
Maybe he's wishing it wasn't gone.
Maybe he's disappointed in someone.
Maybe he's remembering yesterday.
Maybe he's eating an lollipop.
Maybe he's brushing the hair away from her face to kiss her cheek.
Maybe he's hugging someone and doesn't want to let go.
Maybe he's trying not to cry.
Maybe he misses Lennon.
Maybe he's a flower child.
Maybe he's out fighting for world peace.
Maybe he's putting pictures in their frames.
Maybe he's watching wrestling.
Maybe he's practicing wrestling. O_o
Maybe he's planting a garden.
Maybe he's cooking a special dinner for someone.
Maybe he's wishing he had someone special to cook for.
Maybe he's beating himself up.
Maybe he's patting himself on the back.
Maybe he's saying "Yes, I was."
Mabye he's lying.
Maybe he's reaching out to someone
Maybe he's looking at the ocean
Maybe he's trying his best
Maybe he's saying yes
Maybe he's has a runny nose.
Maybe he's afraid to lose the connection.
Maybe he's waiting.
Maybe he's sorry.
Maybe he's fiddling with his profile.
Splash, my dear,
I am more than relieved
that you are happy
with what you received.
It matters not
who tossed words on the shores,
the ocean itself
is entirely yours.
Maybe he misses his Mom's mashed potatoes.
Maybe he just bought a new notebook.
Maybe he's pumping gas.
Maybe he's driving on a dirt road.
Maybe he's sitting on the sidewalk.
Maybe he's not answering the phone.
Maybe he's dying his hair.
Maybe he's shaving.
Maybe he wants their pain to go away.
Maybe he wishes he could do more.
Maybe he'd rather be elsewhere.
Maybe he's running from demons.
Maybe he's tying his shoes.
Maybe he's zipping his pants.
Maybe he's buttoning his shirt.
Maybe he just found something he lost.
Maybe he's thinking, "Princess... STFU."
Maybe he's laughing at my mad typing skillz.
Maybe he's wishing he could laugh with us.
Maybe he's getting a new tattoo.
Maybe he's polishing up my tiara. ^_~
Weaver Girl,
Twice, you've given me more than enough
To show you my appreciation
It is beyond tough
Maybe he's staring at the floor.
Maybe he's counting the ceiling tiles.
Maybe he's laughing at himself.
Maybe he's telling a funny story.
Maybe he's laughing at a corny joke.
Maybe he's walking a taken-in stray.
Maybe he's making googly eyes at his one true love.
Maybe he's watching fish in a fish tank.
Maybe he's mopping his kitchen floor.
Maybe he's thinking of trying something he's never done before.
Maybe he's watching American Psycho.
Maybe he's taking pictures of something beautiful.
Maybe he's sipping a cup of coffee.
Maybe he's rubbing his neck.
Maybe he's holding her hand.
Maybe he's washing dirty dishes.
Maybe he's rocking out.
Maybe he's dreaming.
Maybe he's playing with action figures
Maybe he's having great sex
Maybe he's looking at a map
Maybe he's sharpening pencils
Maybe he's writing a letter
Maybe he's making a paper-clip chain
Maybe he's wishing his dreams would last
Maybe he's wishing he could recapture the past
Maybe he's looking for a new way
Maybe he's searching for the right words to say
Maybe he's by himself at his dining room table.
Maybe he's staring out a window.
Maybe he's playing online Scrabble.
Maybe he's making some Macaroni and Cheese.
Maybe he's wondering what we all do when we aren't here.
Maybe he's making a scrapbook.
Maybe he's cross-stitching.
Maybe he's watching Martha Stewart.
Maybe he's writing the most ass kicking poem evah!
Maybe he's getting jiggy wit it.
Maybe he's rapping.
Maybe he's about to open a door.
Maybe he's about to slam one shut!!!
Maybe he is crawling in a hole because this is so annoying.
Maybe he wishes that the days were easier.
Maybe he wishes he didn't feel.
Maybe he's wanting it to mean something.
Maybe he's questioning his existence.
Maybe he's on a long road trip.
Maybe he's listening to 80's music on XFM.
Maybe he's marking off the days.
Maybe he's celebrating something special.
Maybe he's popping popcorn.
Maybe he's surfing the web.
Maybe he's eating some Rainin Bran.
Maybe he's looking at the newspaper.
Maybe he's smoking a cigar.
Maybe he's paying too much for a Starbucks coffee
Maybe he's helping an old lady across the street
Maybe he's licking stamps
Maybe he's fighting the urge to sharpie something
Maybe he's giving in to temptation
Anon,
Yeah, see how fun this game is! He could be doing anything.
Maybe he's a pirate!
Maybe he's somewhere saving the world with his superpowers!
Maybe he's shaking his bon bon!
Maybe he's singing "It's Raining Men." O_O
Maybe he wants to fly to another country.
Maybe he's on the plane.
Maybe he's waiting in the airport terminal.
Maybe he couldn't say goodbye.
Maybe he is annoyed.
Maybe he's overjoyed.
That all of us would take the time.
To make such clever rhymes.
HAHAHAHAHAHA!
Snap.
Clever man
with the key
you asked me to weave the light
we love it so,
we both agree
(then why are we creatures of night?)
Oh this is not
the rhyme I made,
it's just to let you know
it's done, and though
it's underplayed,
I hope you still like the rondeau.
Maybe he's whacking off
hey mayo,
i'm not really here.
i just stopped by real quick on my way home from work, so pretend i'm hovering in the corner, invisible and whispering, ok?
i wrote up something i wanted to tell you this afternoon, but i get here and it's all poetry still. i don't have any for you, mayo, i only have the dumb rambling imaginary conversation i wrote. will you still hear me?
i took your new post home with me last night and read it some more, and thought about it. i think i probably misinterpreted it yesterday on my first read. i'm grateful for that misinterpretation, though. it was the bright spot in the day.
there's always one line or phrase in your posts that stands out, all fourth of july. that's when i can't help saying ooh! aah! after reading it, you see. this time it was "willowed cables".
(ooh! aah!)
it's a lovely description of the spine (thanks for the crib notes). i'm still pondering the deeper levels of meaning. are you telling someone to be strong in difficult times? or are you saying "for cripes' sake, stop whining!"? regardless, the last line made me think of my grounding & centering meditation, which is something that always fills me up with quiet strength. i always forget to do it, though.
i usually feel more like the ivy clinging to the tree, than the tree itself.
i'm a mess and a muddle, and it's become my only topic, ad nauseum. it's a poor exchange for all you give. i've written one or two things that were useful to you, haven't i? i think i have, i hope i have. and i hope i will again. i despise feeling like i have no value here, a voice of no benefit.
so i'll try to make my spine and roots strong, i'll try to stand tall against the storms. i'll try to speak from my open heart, and not my fearful mind.
and maybe i'll even eventually stop treating you like a father what-a-waste in a confessional! *grin*
take care of yourself, mayo, and look for signs of spring. when i told some daffodils to go over to resurrected wreck's, i might have sent a couple heading in your direction, too.
see you tomorrow.
Maybe he gets it.
Maybe he doesn't.
Maybe he is missing TJ!
doubt it, but thanks. ♥
Maybe everyone ran off and left me in here by myself. Ummm, okay.
Maybe I will stop playing now.
I'm not here for your amusement.
I'm not here to make sure you're having a good time.
I'm not here to be run out.
I will say whatever I damn well please without hesitation.
I'm not your marionette.
Maybe......I don't know what I think.
*maybe RW is lurking...*
TJ,
Of course he does.
Stop being lurky-lurky RW! ^_^
Shan't! ;P
Ah
the
weaver
tangled
in
light
on
a
loom
Maybe Mayo's #1
"Will You Weave The Light?"
In your palm rests my hand bird of night
(one two three, two two three, three two three)
classical physics gone out of sight
where the basics of truth you will see
It's a spark or a flame or any
luminescence that gives us delight
so we'll dance to the "why", you and me,
in your palm rests my hand bird of night
You can feel it and see it take flight
on the waves in a dance on the sea
step one red step two gold step three white
(one two three, two two three, three two three)
Here a particle seems to foresee
and identity there reunite
in a wave, yet they don't disagree,
classical physics gone out of sight
An impossible feat to indite
the duality and mystery
for how can it "know" that it's right
where the basics of truth you will see?
Do not ask how this ever could be,
though this wonder your mind will ignite
only know that I see it in thee:
you will ever in truth hold the light
in your palm.
Haha! Or maybe I am!!
Off to take a bath
will be back in a half
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