I like to look through a lens
at my own world
distorted through my own means
my mind, fictional
my body, sadly, fact
the camera of my soul shutters too fast
to catch a glimpse of that which is truly […]
I long for sixty-five degrees, the sunsets and the wind that brushes me warmly as it skips across my skin, I want ice-cream carts and pinwheels, kick-ball in the park Kites upon the downs, and skinny-dipping lark, Gourmet barbecues with ribs and steak to spare bare feet, t-shirt, the whole summer affair. If I could [...]
It seemed endless, the way they looked at one another. The sideways glances, the sleeping lids, the awkward sidestep around the corner to just get one more peek at the other. There was the occasional shared smile, the nervous laugh or the downcast eyes and bitten lip. It was a romance they’d never seek, but [...]
Drained of all empathy
I’d been forced to have my fill
I had once accepted patiently
all that they could throw at me;
I exacted my revenge
in the form of one small letter
a notice of sorts;
it read simply
You hit the nail on the head when you raised that hammer it came thundering down in a blur of silver stars and when you raised it again in a threatening manner I took to my heels, pushed aside iron bars for you cannot trap me and then keep on hitting I’m not just a [...]
It’s not practical to think with your heart the muscle with which you leap and run through countless thoughts of romance it’s comical, come to think about it that that one, blue-red beating bagpipe is capable of feeling such emotions as feeling swept up with the flow of things the literal through your veins flow [...]
On oceans, waves coming up like icicles from beneath me, I float endlessly through a stream of doubt. It circles me, endlessly, trying to seek out my inner-most being through my water-laden clothes. I’m weighted by my own anchor, drifting silently along shades of blue, just one small kiss below the waters top. I can [...]
I’m lonesome, I admit it There’s no science or reason to emotion just a grind of gears as thoughts come into place and a screeching halt when the heart calls out telling me something’s not right when I’m sitting here and he’s sitting there, apart in worlds as well as affection; I’d happily marry the [...]
My three year old is driving me nuts today. Thank God for tea and chocolate.
The constant whining, nagging, pleading it’s a break from the norm that I am needing weeks meld into months, hours into days and I’m needing some resolve, in any of its ways peace of mind, a moment alone a maid to clean this hell that’s my home and all I get is a hug and [...]
One by one they march in line, boots polished to a shine with whiskers formed into neat bouquets, the finer thing in later days the women like their men in form, it made a change from the younger norm these men were pristine, wise with time, and formed into procession line; to all the men [...]
I chased you through the corn maze beside the ferris wheel with kids pulling each other sideways to do the dirty deal; we’d put upon our costumes and run from house to house using nom de plumes we’d seek those people out and when they were less wary and opened their doors to greet we’d [...]
My kitchen table isn’t new
It’s not fancy, and it’s not blue
It’s just a table, sitting there
in my kitchen, worn and bare
It has no chairs, just surface and feet
it’s the plainest table you’ll ever meet
but please don’t use the stuff you’ve found
to turn it into a dumping ground!
Stalking Phee. Tee-hee-hee.
I’m Nikki. I’m 27 years old, married and I have a three year old son. This will be my first year at NaNoWriMo. Phee was nice enough to show me this site and thanks to Caitlyn who suggested NaNo. This’ll be a busy month!
I’m exhausted lately. I need a power nap and caffeine injected into my veins.
I like the way his arms fold across me
timeless, tight and protecting.
A hundred hands with a thousand fingers,
brushing against my skin in a display of affection
the likes of which I’ve never felt before.
Maybe he was an octopus in disguise.
I look up and see a speckling of stars and down again to the earth beneath my feet; with a telescope, I could see rather far but those far off places, I could never meet so in my dreams I’ll pick up stones and pretend they are stars within my palm because I know I [...]
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