Blooms and blossoms

The heart wants what it wants You had love in the palm of your hand But did not believe it was true Thought the heart would wither and die It hasnt it beats only for you

Calling Mr. Kent

I waited... i waited my whole short life... i waited for you. And when u finally came u werent my knight in shining armour... no you were my superman... and you could see thru me... u knew me and i u... we fit... each others missing puzzle piece. It was always true... my heart beat for you. I was lost in you... you owned me thru and thru i was yours... but you werent mine... my puzzle piece grew limbs and i could no longer fit in the mold you needed me to fit into. You were my life... i guess you still are... but your life was wrapped in traditions, faiths and beliefs. Love was something to conquer but for you it was something to shy from to hate to belittle... i wished for you... i waited my whole short life for you... but i guess thats the reason i couldnt blow out my candles... maybe we werent meant to be... maybe we were... to teach me to be strong on my own... or just to teach me never to fear love... I love you... i guess i always will... you said as much... my knight will find me one day and if he happens to be you my superman... i wish that you will be able to accept a strong woman who isnt afraid to fight... who isnt afraid to fight for you... who isnt afraid of love... who isnt afraid to love you

The Queen of Naivety

The land was lush & green, crops sprouting at will. The rivers gushed with fresh water & many tasty fish to eat. The sunn shone bright & a dark cloud never featured in the starry skies. And all was good in the land. Not a care in the world for wrongs, misgivings and doubt. And the people thrived and flourished.

 

 

The Law of Averages in Reverse

And collective heads turned to watch the undulating waves.

Its gentle, traditional little dance consuming all thought, as breath intermingle on a sigh.

Twenty-nine-Seven

It was one of those dreams you don’t really remember when you wake. That confused feeling is all you’re left with. You wake up fighting with sheets that have tangled themselves around your limbs.

It was magical… I think.

Mystical… maybe?

And I know I wasn’t alone in it all.

 

I woke with a start just minutes after falling asleep, feeling like I was being held under and drowning still. But before I could comprehend anything fully, the magic pulled me back in and greedily I succumbed… fully, never once looking back.

To say it was the most peaceful sleep would be to lie. Newborn babies have more restful nights than I had. But I would do it all over in a heartbeat.

Just Call Me Um… from Umbridge

I’ve been told countless times that I have a talent (not trying to float my own boat here, but often I’m just too stubborn to hear it… but so what? If after reading anything I’ve ever written you believe there is a smidge of talent spread before your eyes in the words I spew, please feel free to let me know. And if you disagree please don’t hide your feelings from me).

(Un)fortunately that talent has not been rusting away. For the past few years I have participated in NaNoWriMo, so this year I’ve decided on early practice sessions… and what you ask are those? The best kind of practice for such a daunting adventure (please get your mind out of the gutter) I’m talking about SLEEP baby… and plenty of it. My aim is to get enough now so that when I’m able to peel my too tight Halloween Mumu/ costume from my dance-tired body, I’ll forfeit sleep for the next 30 days after, writing to my little heart’s content.

I plan on devouring as much caffeine in as many forms as I can get it, and fruit to sustain my energy along with many pastry type foods & I promise to try my best at being an optimist in those days... but I might fail from the get-go.

On a different note: guess who I want to be this year for Halloween?  Check the title of this post for clues.

Thank you for reading this rant, I’ll try to post on my progress often if not at all.

Your favourite dooms-day-cookie, Pessimist

Um from Umbridge (Nj In Wonderland)

Down the Rabbit Hole

Like a deck of cards, this house is falling apart.

The queen of hearts is calling for my head on a silver platter.

I think she knows the knave of hearts has stolen my heart and I might have poisoned the jam tarts, because this is just a fly-by-night romance waiting to fizzle out & this plan B is to save my baby Jabberwocky.