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The contents of her heart, lay strewn upon the table she tried to gather them up, the best that she was able

meanwhile… the contents of her purse were laying on the floor she didn’t try to pick them up, she didn’t need them anymore.

Posted By Pam Heighway On 05.25.2013 @ 3:54 pm

if only they could see themselves like I see them if only they could love themselves as I love them if only they could be themselves peak out from behind the mask all I ask all I ask so simple a task yet… alas

Posted By Pam Heighway On 11.09.2012 @ 3:56 am

Go forth and be open to what the wolrd has to teach you. You’ll want to ignore it. Being in a human body is tiring…especially when what you think should be happening isn’t what’s happening. It sometimes seems easier to block it all out. Sometimes you’ll get so good at it you’ll forget… Don’t forget. Go forth and let love come through you…especially when you still have some memory of what that love feels like. As you get older, it’ll be harder to remember what you’re feeling rght now. This all encompassing feeling often gets forgotten…and when it happens…you may recognize it but after being absorbed in the world…their world… remember…it’ll come as a shock to your system. Don’t forget. When you’re there, time will feel like it’s only moving forward but you know now that that’s absurd. But there…you won’t question linear time. Parts of you will remember….but often the pieces won’t feel like they’ll ever fit together. So go forth into the world. Don’t forget…although I know you will. 3…2…1…and go!

Posted By Pam Heighway On 10.23.2012 @ 3:03 am

something wasn’t quite right she kept combing her hair with the teethless comb but her hair was still a mess knowing that combing is what one does with a comb she continued completely perplexed

Posted By Pam Heighway On 10.22.2012 @ 4:07 am

“I don’t need anyone’s approval,” she typed as her status update into the rectangular box that was all too familiar. Then she waited…(while checking her pink hair in the mirror and painting her nails that colour that her parents didn’t like)….to see how many people would “like” it.

Posted By Pam Heighway On 08.11.2012 @ 9:09 pm

okay very funny who put me here in this body on this planet in this life and totally didn’t give me the book of instructions….

Posted By Pam Heighway On 07.21.2012 @ 6:33 pm

patrolling far patrolling wide intuition be my guide but this ancient skill creeps people out filled with mistrust and self doubt so instead we shut it down so filled with fear aren’t we darn clowns!

Posted By Pam Heighway On 07.19.2012 @ 5:11 pm

(to be sung in the tune of a late night drinking song:)

She lay there in the minefield her body strewn apart it was hard to get the stretcher in everything was torn apart blood was oozing everywhere lives were torn apart yo-ho-ho grab a stretcher for her heart

(Chorus) singing yo-ho-ho and a bottle of gin ye-ha-ha you say this is a sin but I don’t have much use for sin these days life is a work of art yo-ho-ho grab a stretcher for my heart

Her mind saw the whole scene from above but there was nothing it could do her heart was cut in pieces beyond the healing touch of glue as many looked upon the scene just quite not sure to do the mind just shook it’s head and said I wish I were there too

(chorus)

It watched as she was wheeled away that sunny afternoon thrilled they got all the pieces and they’d know what to do the surgery was tricky as it was so darn brand new yo-ho-ho grab a stretcher for my heart (chorus)

The surgeon we very confused never seen a case like this before as the mind tried to follow it ran into a closed door the pieces of her body were strewn across the floor yo-ho-ho grab a stretcher for her heart

(chorus)

it took great time and patience to sew up the big mess the mind waited patiently thinking it was a test I will emerge stronger I will finally get some rest yo-ho-ho grab a stretcher for her heart (chorus)

After hours and hours of surgery the heart was all fixed up except for one small piece that they got all mixed up it landed in the trash can amidst the gloves and waste yo-ho-ho grab a stretcher for her heart

(chorus)

Finally the door opened and she emerged anew peaceful and contented she seemed almost brand new the mind rejoined the body life could go on new but something was now missing in the dump it would live now yo-ho-ho grab a stretcher for her heart

(chorus)

They saw that hearts are the trickiest organi to mend even with surgical tools and plenty of money to spend but people go on living joy can still be found so pass me the bottle and we’ll go another round

singing… yo-ho-ho and a bottle of gin ye-ha-ha and you say this is a sin but I don’t have much use for sin these days life is a work of art yo-ho-ho…bring a stretcher for my heart

Posted By Pam Heighway On 07.19.2012 @ 7:33 am

staring at the screen for salvation facebook is the sonar for the nation closed eyes open thighs not enough “whys” not enough…Wise.

Posted By Pam Heighway On 07.17.2012 @ 6:46 pm

Aha. She knew it! She was certain that she’d caught glimpses of them before and she now understood why she never felt alone…always being watched! What an interesting….if not odd..crew of elflike beings. So novel….and odd…but yet so familier…

She watched as they scurried about….hiding her phone (What were they doing that for?)…moving her paperwork so that she’d be late tomorrow morning…having to stop to look for it…emptying the remains of the coffee grounds into the garbage! (Sacrilege!!!)

She felt betrayed….yet at the same time she felt loved. Did she have a hand in this? Had she had a conversation with these little people before she came into this life? Were they just helping her along…or conspiring against her…it was unclear…

Was there a such thing as fate? She no longer knew what that word meant…

Posted By Pam Heighway On 07.16.2012 @ 5:07 am

I need some auxiliary support!

What?

I need some auxiliary support! I’ve never felt this way before! I am turning inside out! I’ve never cared more about someone’s wellbeing ever! Every neuron in my brain is firing! I want someone else to be excruciatingly happy! A depth of emotion is gushing through me so rapidly I can barely comprehend it! My hands tingle! My heart aches….I never knew it could ache like this! Oh my god the ache!!! I never knew I coulod miss someone like this! Is this how the rest of the world lives? Is this why people do the stupid things that they do? If I could just touch this person’s hand…their arm…their shoulder… they’d know the depth of my sincerity! I know it! What do I do?

Hold on.

What? What do you mean hold on? I’m dying here!

I’m just looking for my dictionary. I don’t know what the hell auxilary means.

Posted By Pam Heighway On 07.14.2012 @ 7:49 pm

Dinner In A Questionable Restaurant: Part One

I simply have one burning question See what I say is merely suggestion It’s up to you to decide on injestion To take it in or spit it out!

It’s simply a matter of perception Not deceit or deception I’m just trying to prevent infection I don’t want you to spit it out!

So I just ask for a little reflection And perhaps upon further inspection The food on your plate might not be perfection Don’t you want a grain of salt!

Posted By Pam Heighway On 07.10.2012 @ 6:52 pm