There was never more time
than when I was 23,
bold, brash and free.
I called out to any, to all…
you will never make me fall
as I pushed back
up from the pavement.
It is faster now, time.
Being no longer 23,
with a near carbon-copy me
I chase after and hold
for a moment, to keep
her from falling.
She will, I know.
Just as she tumbles head over heels in the grass, a summersault.
She will tumble a life.
Over and over, the days
I can salve and bandage her knee,
treat the sting of a bee,
turn her ear to my voice
singing on or off key.
She will stop crying,
only momentarily
before she will be
pushing off of 23.
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Yes, I am aware.
Art by: Toujours
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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Exactly what are you trying to accomplish, stupid ass repeating anon?
She will tumble a life.
i like that, particularly. :)
i'm a little rusty at the non-capitalization thing, and almost didn't click over, but thought to indulge last night's sudden nostalgia before going offline.
i'm glad i did. this is truly a happy treat -- thank you for still posting your poetry, mayo, very much.
(and to all my friends here in blogbelieve, hope you are doing well! i think of you often. *waves*)
I think they're trying to irritate the EL-OH out of Mayo and a few other people.
That or it's desperate cry for help.
They might just be nuckin' futs! I'm leaning towards that explanation.
Nice to hear from you Mayo. What a lovely poem, it instantly reminded me of my niece, she's 2 and the best thing in the whole world.
Oh and to the anon spamming. I know your life is sad and all you do is stalk this page waiting for a chance to sit at your computer for hours on end copying and pasting the same message but for the love of everything sacred Grow up! Fuck off back to VV's if you don't like the talk over here. You're so pathetic I actually feel sorry for you.
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Hey Mayo
Wanted to tell you that I just read you post to my mom.....she loved it.
Dear Abby,
A couple of women moved in across the hall from me. One is a middle-aged gym teacher and the other is a social worker in her mid twenties. These two women go everywhere together, and I've never seen a man go into or leave their apartment. Do you think they could be Lebanese?
Hey, good to see you Mayo. Welcome back.
Isn't it funny how when you're young, you take the lumps that life gives you and brush yourself off. What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger.
But when you have a child, you wish you could bubble-wrap them so they don't have to go through the bumps and scrapes you did.
You watch them charge through life with the same scary abandon you had as a child. And then you find yourself appreciatating what your own parents must've gone through when you were their age.
Well, good to see you. Catch ya on the flip side.
ps - hi to the regs.
good morning!
Hi TJ, Jen, Elena
hope everyone has a great day, we have storms predicted, wonder if we'll get any. Of course it means for sure we'll have a really hot day regardless of whether we get storms...ahhh Aussie summer :]
Jennicula & Toujours, it's so good to see you both again. It's been way too long since we spoke. Hope you're fine and dandy.
Possum & Ergo, woo hoo you're teams are through to the semi finals!
Hi welshie :]
I don't follow it myself, but always good to see national teams do well, of my and my friends countries.
Hey Mayo, have you seen this? Spooky shit I tell ya.
They're coming to take us away!
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I wonder how much they would charge to take the repetitive, rude ones first? Try some new dinner recipes out *on them.
*of them
They couldn't really do any brain probing on a specimen like 7:39 :40.
What's to probe? It's play, rewind, repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat.
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Just thought I'd try that so I could feel the fun
Nope not feeling it. So why I wonder....
Hi elena, how are you?
Hey Ergo
I'm just watching the 5th Star Trek movie. Never saw this one before now.
How are you?
I'm good, getting some washing, baking and such done today, they're predicting rain over the week so I'm doing some each day so I don't end up with heaps and not able to dry it all.
Which one is the 5th?
star trek 5...the final frontier
Not bad really but I've never been a trekie like some.
Wish we'd get some rain. We need it badly.
What a wonderful surprise!
How have you been stranger?
Awesome to read you...lovely poem. :)
Hi Elena, Ergo, PP, Wendy, Jenn, Welshie, TJ and anons!
Howdy Anima
Good to see ya!
Oh yep, I remember that one. I was never a huge trekkie but I watched it growing up and when the movies were on tv. They were always good to watch.
Anima!!! Hellooooo
Hi Elena! Great to see you too! How are things in your neck of the woods?
Well Anima things in my neck of the woods are dry.
Wish we'd get some rain.
Ergo!! How's your new color holding up?
good thanks Anima, I love the colour.
You well?
hey elena, we need some rain too, everything is so dry now, hope we both get some
We're supposed to get rain on Wednesday; usually we get it after you.
We got such a small amount of rain today. Not much help at all.
Ergo ..keep your fingers crossed and maybe you'll get some rain today.
Red always washes away quick for me. Glad to hear it's holding up. I'm getting my hair done on Wednesday. Can't wait. It's been forever! I am well, thank you for asking. :) Worked today, just finished making myself a yummy veggie melt, and now I'm just relaxing on the couch. Got more work to do, but that can wait for a bit.
Red is a colour that washes out fast, I've had foils I've needed to redo almost every week before, but I think because this one is quite a dark red it stays in a lot better.
I wanted to do red, but I'm opting for a deep hershey chocolate. I've had it done before and just loved it.
You put some violet in your hair too, right?
yes we were playing about, you can't really see it, but it sort of adds a bit of dimension when it moves.
mm I just took some slice out of the oven, house smells yummy now
Dimension is a good thing for sure. I bet it looks gorgeous in the sunlight.
So you got yourself a slice of...I'm assuming pizza?
no a slice, umm you call it that in the US?
You bake it as a slab then cut it into pieces.
This one is a base of butter,brown sugar,egg, flour and coconut, then when it's cold you ice it with hard chocolate icing (frosting)and cut into pieces.
Oh yum!!! I'm not sure what we call it here or if I've ever had it. I need to investigate this!
looks a bit like this
I don't think I've ever seen that before...I must live under a rock. I need that recipe!
Looks good Ergo but now I'm hungry.
It's very easy
Except my recipe is in metric cups which are slightly bigger than yours I think, but it should work ok
Choc Coconut Slice
1/4 cup butter/margarine
3/4 cup brown sugar
1 55g egg
1 cup Self Raising flour (you'll have to google what amounts of baking powder etc to add to your flour to be what we call self raising)
1/2 cup dessicated coconut
pinch salt
1. melt butter, beat with sugar
2. beat in egg
3. sift flour, salt and add in, add coconut, mix well
4. press with floured fingers into a 23cm square shallow pan (or rectangular equivalent)
5. Bake at 150 - 180C (300-350F) oven for about 25 mins until cooked
6.leave in pan to cool
7. when cold ice with chocolate icing
8. cut into pieces
it is very sticky to press out so you need to keep flour on your fingers
My tummy thanks you Ergo!
It's great for kids lunchboxes, to take to work or to have with a cup of coffee or tea.
It's quite sweet and a bit chewy.
I sprinkled my icing (which I just did) with little choc sprinkles, but you can do coconut instead.
I make the icing with 30g melted butter, mix in 1 tbs cocoa, one cup icing sugar, which I think you guys call confectioners sugar or powdered sugar?, and a bit of vanilla, you thin it with a tiny bit of hot water as you mix until it's nice and easy to spread.
It dries quite hard, but you could use anything
That sounds sooo good. I'm gonna try to make it for hubby's b-day next week. Hopefully I won't screw it up too badly. :)
I have a pic on Facebook I just took
Yay! I will check it out. You have a nice day Ergo, I'm off to bed. Nice chatting with you!
sweet dreams Anima, great to have a chat.
you still there Elena or off hunting food?
This is an unusual paragraph. I'm curious how quickly you can find out what is so unusual about it? It looks so plain you would think nothing was wrong with it! In fact, nothing is wrong with it! It is unusual though. Study it, and think about it, but you still may not find anything odd. But if you work at it a bit, you might find out!
Anon, I studied and studied, came up with nowt:(
Then I cheated and googled. Sorry 'bout that, I'm thick see. I wont reveal the answer so the other bloggers can have a go.
Anima, lovely to see you.
Ergo I'm gonna swap my apple for a caramel slice with my morning cuppa. Yes I am. Bugger the calories!
Hi welshie, you've got to have something you enjoy sometimes, life's too short to not have the occasional small treat, it's just not all the time food lol
oh smart anon, I think I know it. Similar to how I did this?
Good Morning
The sun here is just starting to rise and it looks so pretty. I'm heading out to the deck to enjoy.
Have a great day everyone!
Good morning!
I think rgo is on track.
Similar to how you did that and to what I'm avoiding doing right now. ;)
Just when you thought it was safe to surf the internet - IT raises its ugly head again.
Bet Elena and crew are absolutely cumming with the thrill of it all
IT must be something, though. IT brought you here, and then you commented on IT. Like, love or hate IT, you visited IT.
If IT didn't mean something to you, you never would have known IT had raised ITS ugly head again.
I think you kinda like IT.
Train wreck factor.
And if anything qualifies as a train wreck, it's this blog.
who be in this crew you speaks of?
like the WMHC? lol
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