God it is awful difficult trying to get my blogs up on the net. Either Macs are screwed over by Google or my office internet connection is screwed. Anyway, enough of that. So what next? I am stumped. I am tapping on my keyboard waiting for inspiration. My hands are shaking perhaps the effect of a combined alcohol and coffee withdrawal. I am having dizzy spells and complete mental blocks, which is not a good thing when you are editing books for primary school kids! I had evry intention of uploading a short story of mine but circumstances do not allow. So instead here is a poem (one more). In this one I bear my weakness to all. Yes D.D, I might look tough on the outside but on the inside am totally lost, just feeling my way around. Enjoy!
Stupid Heart
I shall bare my weaknesses to you,
Let you know of the emotions
That run this stupid heart of mine’
And I shall pretend not to care
Of whether you turn me away or
Embrace me and my heart,
But in the back of my mind, I know
That if you turned me away-
Me and my stupid heart-
I shall break down and cry
And wish for death.
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Sunday, September 2, 2007
Here I come
So today marks the beginning of me posting rants and raves as well as stories and poems on the net for the viewing of the world. I hope that those who shall at one time come across this blog, will be tempted to return to it over and over. Happy reading people! To set us off, here is a poem i wrote for all the women I have had the pleasure of meeting and knowing intimately.
HERE IS WHERE WE ARE
So here is where we are now
Caught up in our different similar worlds
Painting each other
And contorting our faces in disgust
At the paintings we create
Sad isn’t it; you live, I live.
HERE IS WHERE WE ARE
So here is where we are now
Caught up in our different similar worlds
Painting each other
And contorting our faces in disgust
At the paintings we create
Sad isn’t it; you live, I live.
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