For a year or two before I joined WordPress I wrote privately and on a couple Facebook poetry pages. One page – The Eclectic Poet – is still there, suffering the same neglect that WordPress does but once in a blue… the algorithms that be will cast up a “Your Memories On Facebook” post that isn’t just a photo but one of those long ago snapshots in words.
This piece is titled “Blue” and is one of my stream-of-thought or two-AM-thoughts style pieces. It was written on 17 October 2011 and never shared publicly. I rather like it.
Cut and paste from Facebook, this is “Blue”.
Everybody wants a piece but only on their terms
I feel so… stretched
Pulled thin and transparent
I have enough for everyone if they aren’t greedy
My heart needs… replenishing
Pumped out and labouring
Brown eyes like amber
Tell me all your heart’s secrets
Such treasures preserved
Mahogany, amber, teak, chocolate
Leather, chamois, silk, velvet
blood, wine, cigarettes, coffee
I can’t get you out of my head. Not normally a bad thing. Very, very frustrating today.
When I close my eyes I can see you. Worse. Sometimes I can feel you.
I can hardly stand to be in my own skin. It’s like I have a fever. On fire, shaking.
I want you here… You are what I need to replenish… Fill me up with you.
Such a tangled web we’ve woven
Your benign indifference leaves me frozen
Snap you fingers, demand my fire
This bed feels like a funeral pyre
If you don’t love me, leave me be
You can’t pick & choose the parts of me
17 October 2016
Just popping a book into my cart at Audible. I usually skim through the reviews – some are useful, some aren’t then there are reviews from individuals who just like to see themselves on a website.
What kind of tit writes a “review” like this???
“Amazon Customer 10-14-16
“Thick Cauwkneaee Accent”
Save it for the Brits. Not fit for the general public. Tedious and tiresome trying to understand what the narrator was saying.“
Umm… the story is set in Sussex. WTF kind of accent do you think it should be read in?
You Sir are as stupid as the tit who gave “Still Midnight” a bad review because “The audiobook is read by a narrator with an extremely heavy Scottish accent which was very difficult to understand.“
It’s set in Glasgow!! What friggin’ accent do you think it should be read in??
Stupid people annoy the crap out of me…
The Girl on the Train by Paula Hawkins
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Excellent psychological suspense. Started off slowly – in a good way – culminated in a wild ride for the last third of the story. I could not put it down. I don’t know if this has been advertised as a book about Narcissist Predatory Disorder of the malignant variety but it is. I started picking up on some early clues and arrived at the end shaken but entertained and thinking this should be required reading for anyone who doesn’t know about or can’t believe just how insidious this behaviour can be. Can’t say more without spoilers. If you’ve been in the protagonist’s shoes – read it. If you don’t think NPD is a serious form of abuse – read it. If you like great a great scary book – read it. This book deserves all the kudos that it’s been receiving.
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I’m doing far more reading than writing now, making up for time stolen during “the lost years”. When I remember to, I’ll share from Goodreads. My taste for reading material is as eclectic as my choice of subject matter for writing; fair warning.
~ All of the communication skills ~
If you’re over the age of thirteen and still using “The Silent Treatment” as a method for conveying your thoughts and opinions…
The ONLY thing that you’re communicating is that you’re immature, cowardly and rude.
And. You’re a big fat meany-pants poopy butt head with a head for a butt! :p
16 September 2016
So it seems
I’d sell my soul
If I could only
Make this more
Than just my dreams
10 September 2016
As the weeks go by I’m finding that even the most casual viewing stirs that old something in my deepest core. Some fires can only be banked; never fully extinguished.
Spammers have reached a whole new low. One would have thought that lower than a snake’s balls in a wagon rut would be the lowest but no.
This AM, I received an email from a friend who died from brain cancer two years ago.
Fuck you Hackers and may the fleas of a 1000 gorillas infest your hairy bits.
While I’m on that…
Ladies, you aren’t going to get anywhere with me if your email subject line begins with “Desperate For..”, “Hungry For…” or “I’ll Keep U Up All Night”.
I really like a woman who can spell if we’re going to get up to some Pat-A-Cake and if you’re desperate… there are apps for that.
5 September 2016