Ode to Romance

Kiss me, per chance to dream,
We follow primal callings.
He's held captive by her words;
She is scared, only of falling.

Charming, gentle fellows never
rush on to the end.
He'll journey slowly toward his heart,
Finding pieces in friends.

Fantasy and fancy are what
gets her through the day,
Actions speak much louder than any
words that she could say.

"It's the thought that counts" is something
that is often said by fools.
But when they fall in love,
they almost always forget the rules. 

If thoughts are just a choice
and what's willed, then, is the feeling,
All that we may be is this romance
with which we're dealing. 

12-30-13

Ode to Spirits

Crystalline view of your insides;
My fingers trace your curves.
Show me where my courage resides,
And give to ego what it deserves.

Craving my lips over your mouth,
Both bodies open wide.
An evil spectre, a poisoned Self.
I fight you off...most of the time.

My face pressed up against the glass;
Distorted cartoon features.
Outside, looking into traps.
Nectar for soul sick creatures.

Exit my body; I drain the well,
Purposefully pouring out potion. 
I hold on through a spasming hell;
Paying the price for my devotion.

Ode To Body

Abundant substance, I behold;
matter over mind.
Obscuring truths sevenfold,
blind led by the blind.

Abusive fingers curl around,
the handle of a gun.
Liquid bullets to my lips;
death by consumption.

Barbara Kruger, "Untitled (your body is a battleground)"

Faithful subject, loyal friend;
true through darkest times.
Rights of passage, means to ends,
scenic view of crimes.

Restrictive habits starve my soul,
unconditionally unkind.
Sustenance---myself, I stole.
No fruit, only the rind.

I pledge my love, I make a vow:
nothing that I think,
Will from hereon ever weigh you down,
Or cause your heart to sink.


9.21.2013

Fetal Hoarder Syndrome: Know the Signs

You know how I know I am a fetal hoarder?  While dejunking my bathroom I found, of course, some junk, including a few odd items that I had stashed on the shelves above the washer and dryer.
This is normal, most people have junk. Is it normal to save your cleansing bottle from your hospital stay 2 years ago when you birthed your first child? It's a perfectly good bottle! Could be used to hold some fluid? To squirt onto a wild fire, perhaps, or some outbreak of the plague in your nether region? I certainly wouldn't be letting anyone borrow said bottle, so what were my intentions? I have no idea. No idea.
THANKFULLY I also found those two pieces to the glider chair that we burned earlier this year! Awesome. You never know what those miscellaneous pieces of wood could be used for. They're already varnished, even! Ch!
The Downy Ball is important, right? You need that fabric soft and if you don't have a reservoir in your washer you are shit not of luck. I needed this Downy Ball when I was in college. The washer in the house I lived in needed it....over ten years ago! I have never required the use of this item since then, but you just never know when I could be suddenly surprised at the door by someone needing to borrow one, or if I wake up one day and my washer is different. It pays to be prepared... sometimes.
Samples of shit are great for when you run out of shampoo or lotion! What makes them even better is time. These random ones I found hale from the college era, just like the Downy Ball. Because what I want when I am completely out of conditioner, which never seems to happen, is a shot of goo that has lost all of its color, scent, and possibly potency as well.
Outdated emulsion is always handy, too, and by that I mean when the hell would I ever use this? You never know when I would feel like doing some screens just for fun that wouldn't turn out or expose at all.
An empty bottle of men's shampoo? Why not. The tiny remnants in the bottom of the bottle are more than enough to offer to the random men that show up wanting to wash their hair that I just don't want to disappoint. Why? No, I mean why did this end up here?
No collection of junk is complete without an unopened, stashed pack of travel tissues that you have had intact for no less than 4 years. What better place for them to remain than right next to the remote control to a DVR box we have never used. (Remember, I found these things in the bathroom.)
All of this stuff is useful and has value, you haters probably don't even know what a perfectly good cardboard box is worth either, just like my husband. It's sad, really.
Yes, Missie, very sad indeed.

Chair pieces, empties, and questionables.

November Blog #4: "I'm Not An Addict, Babe...Eeeh....That's a Lie!"

"When you are writing, do you prefer to use a pen or a computer?"

While the computer is a useful writer’s pal, especially in today’s day and age, there is nothing quite like pen on paper.  Like its predecessor the typewriter, the computer is the most practical way to do mass writing for web logs, novels, books, papers, etc.  I do most of my blogging/internet writing on the computer, of course, but when it comes to working on poetry or lyrics of any kind, I prefer my journals and tablets and papers, napkins, envelopes, and the like.  Something that allows you to slow down and be a bit more reflective.

If I am attempting to work on a story or something of that nature I usually prefer the computer; when I am inspired for a short burst the keyboard is a much faster means of getting it out right away.  I prefer journals and comfortable flowing pens for prose, poetry, or just random daily notes/musings or one sentence thoughts or reflections.  I have 2 main journals for writing such things in.    

Most of my writing during the majority of my life has actually been of the old fashioned pen and paper variety.   Actually, ever since I have been a pre teen I have had somewhat of an obsession or infatuation…fetish? …with stationary.  Pens…paper.  Journals…tablets…pencils.  I love it.  I probably have a handful of blank notebooks in the house at the moment.  My husband gets on me when we are in the store and I stop to peruse the stationary aisle.  The thing is, I am most times not interested in buying anything in particular.  I just want to browse.  I don’t know what it is.  Maybe how people window shop for clothes or can’t help but stop at the pet store window and look at the puppies?  Maybe I want something to cry out “take me home!” Who knows.  

I can’t help it; I love stationary.  I love fresh new pens, new markers, unsharpened pencils, mechanical pencil packs, Sharpies, highlighters, comfy grip medium pens, tablets, pads, sheets of paper, binders. I love journals, lovely journals covered in faux leather or canvas with the slim little silk of a book mark hanging daintily over her back!  Oh, the thinks you could write in all of those nice fresh lovely journals!  And look at that pack of new pens.  ….  What?  No.  I’m fine. 

My husband says I am a border-line hoarder, not only because of my stationary “problem”, but for my obsession with tubbies and totes, my desire to save “perfectly good boxes”, and my collecting of silver-backed wrappers for projects.  I have also, to his dismay, saved most of the baby food jars we have bought with the baby for a future project!  I’m not a hoarder, damn it!  Okay.  Alright, I can SEE where you might think it is a little bit of a problem, but trust me.  TRUST me.  I have it all under control!  I have plans.  I’m going to use all of this!  And what’s up with the boxes?? You just don’t know how to appreciate a PERFECTLY good cardboard box, man!  I mean, that thing is practically new, do you not understand the possibilities?  

Seriously, though, he knows I’m not a real hoarder, but I do have my “things” and he certainly knows them.  He does assist me in putting back all of my jars and tubbies into the nooks and crannies we have to offer for space in the shed , so my argument must be convincing enough anyway and I appreciate and love him for it.  ...But I can’t help it.  First of all, tubbies are just practical!  I mean, they hold stuff!   But, I do love stationary.  I have a pack of pens at least on deck usually, or always seem to buy packs to replace the ones I keep at my desk because they migrate.  I’m not sure where they go, I don’t know if they are like a faithful dog who wanders off into the woods to die when he’s gettin’ low?  If people take them accidentally with them?  I mean, I know I have about 30 of them right now in my purse probably, but still.  I keep buying them.  You would think I would end up with a lot more pen carcasses laying around here for the full packs I seem to buy?  I'm just a gatherer!  It's in my nature. My brain just knows that they're valuable!  It's like a bird making a nest!  "And now we add the pens!"   I want to stock pens!  I’m not sure where all the pens go, though...  ? It's a mystery. 

Anyway.  Yes.  Pen to paper.  I prefer pen to paper for “relaxed and reflective” writing.  I prefer computer for ranting because my fingers can do a better job at keeping up with my wandering mind on the keys than with a pen.  Although, if you saw my chicken scratch cursive scrawling, you’d probably think it was a close race.   

I personally like the Bic Atlantis.  It has been my pen of choice as of late.  I don’t like the fancy ball point type pens.  They’re nice and all but most run very easily if something is spilled on them.  It’s funny how people have favorite pens, but it is really just a tool, isn’t it?  To a writer, the pen is a tool just as the brush, the hammer, the chisel, the ax, the scalpel, the saw, or the knife.  Crafts(wo)men take pride in their tools.    

[ Got yourself a favorite pen? ]