Monthly Archives: February 2013



The lights flash in a firework display of darkness seducing the light
The beat pumps my blood flowing to electrify the first couple of movements
The rhythm catches to the advancement of my tapping of heeled toes
BOOM…and then the beat drops

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Dancing with some friends

I am grateful for dancing and getting lost in the beat. ❤

The Norm


I shrugged in sarcastic narcissism,
Of course everyone got the joke.
As a creature molded to analyze,
I constantly try to self-replicate myself into the norm;
It’s safe, a nice comforting cocoon, the norm.
An obvious cliche stepford kitchen recipe,
But the norm is always actualized from diversity;
The new beginnings that created multiple personalities,
Stages of metamorphosis to write down in history.
I am a masked face to pretend to relate.

I am grateful that I can sleep in tomorrow! ❤

To Be Happy


It’s hard to begin to express the sheer frustration and depression I fall into, when you leave. Although, your body lingers, your mind has lost it’s way. The pathway to self-destruction on speed. A numbing embrace and a glimpse of a light, so you use. To keep a handy vial on hand, mimics the guidance of friends, pushing you away from everyone. And you do. Your self-confidence issues are portrayed, by the mean words you say, when you’re not you. How important do I weigh in the narcissistic world playing in everyone’s heads? What would you say if you were given the chance to conquer it all or, to be happy?

I am grateful for the sun ❤



As a cockroach, the ugliest parasite of them all

I am free, but pointless

Black antennas and beady eyes, they consume

The world is on fire but the bug always prevails

A grim reaper of destruction and chaos,

What have I become?

A monster of death?

A watcher, a listener, a schizophrenic creeper?

To be an addict’s last witness and give out his dying wish

We all collectedly suffer;

To always be alone and afraid…



I am grateful for new music. Listening to God Is An Astronaut ❤

Another Temporary Holiday <3


I was devoured by the river when the current took me under;

And, in an almost psychic-like introspection, I perfectly grasped, that

I, was in love.

Ah, love; the challenge, the ultimatum, the phenomenon that extends traditions.

Represented as the final chunk of our soul that we hunt;

And we all accept it, like we did.

To fathom, you are mine and I am yours;

I am yours and you are mine, forevermore.

The cupids peer earthward from the stars and the clouds above,

With expressions of admiration and confounded painted faces of jealousy.

We’ve never requested their conjury because we’ve always have had our own,

Two impassioned flames that don’t require a nourishing torch.

We may choose to celebrate another temporary holiday;

A manufactured masquerade saluted by the lover in us all.

And, despite that I agonizingly struggle to accurately pen my passion,

I fervently offer my Valentine’s wish to you today my love.

I am grateful for my enthusiastically brilliant, mostly perfect ;), sweet boyfriend. Thank you for all of your encouragement in all of this writing stuff!! ❤

The Versatile Blogger


Thank you Drops of Ink for nominating me for this award!


  1. I love being outside. My favorite outdoor activities include walking my dogs and riding my bike.
  2. I enjoy playing chess. My boyfriend made me a three-dimensional chess board for my birthday and I think I prefer it better than a one board chess game.
  3. I am a Beatles nut. I was fortunate to inherit all of my parent’s records, which included a bunch of old Beatles’ albums.
  4. I haven’t paid for a full-price movie theater ticket in, well, I don’t even know. Thank goodness for our $2 theater.
  5. I try to put cinnamon on as many things as possible.
  6. I’m not a health nut necessarily, but I’m fortunate in that my favorite foods are healthy. One of my favorite meals is a big kale/balsamic/olive oil/sprouts salad.
  7. Sometimes, I just have to write. I try to keep my phone, a pen, paper, etc. with me at all times. There so much nonsense floating around in my head and writing helps me to shift things around to make space.


1. the hour of soft light…

2. aliceatwonderland

3. apatheticpoet

4. Equal Grief 

5. KirstyWirsty

6. Lingo Lunch

7. poetry and other drugs

8. A Thing for Words

9. Nhan-Fiction

10. ESCapology

11. Snide Reply

12. Harper Faulkner

13. Quite Alone

14. The Daily Norm

15. harm·less drudg·ery

If you choose to participate, please click on this link for the rules of the Versatile Blogger Award.

My Miniature Vault


My miniature vault, a glass storage jar, sits on the table

In its own little spot, next to the monte carlo cigar box

As an object of character, it represents my freedom, my rebellion, my sweet descent

My little piece of sanity that keeps me contained

A late bloomer to the bud of the most contentious flower

I hear every poet’s favorite color is green



I am grateful for mornings just like this. ❤