Veterans In Arms

You lost me,
You lost me the minute
you found out where I am from.
I could see it in your eyes...
Fear.

Fear of my roots.
You fear the "who" of decades past,
Not the person I am today,
or the places I'll head to tomorrow?

You judge me for a past,
A past that was not mine
...to control.

The events that we've all
but forgotten have led me
to this moment in time,
It is helping me to cross a
threshold of a door you've
closed on me once too often.

Our Time Is NOW.

Beauty Isn't Just Skin Deep

Some girls are Beautiful but don't know it...

I am not one of them...
No matter how many times you tell me I am...
Some days I don't, But most days I am not...
It's just the way it goes...
I can carry on about it all day long, But you don't deserve that...
So I won't

This Doom’s Day Cookie is trying to find a Silver Lining in the Hornets’ Nest with a Ring & Time…

I wonder:

If a silver lining was tangible enough could it kill a werewolf?

If a girl really kicked over a Hornets’ nest would she run screaming or just stand & wait as the hornets took their revenge on her? Would she become their genetically engineered Queen?

If I made ends meet, would it then become a circle, a loop, a habit, could I then break the cycle when he puts the band on my finger?

If time stood still, would you be standing beside me, smiling?

hey!!!

hey, not sure if there is anyone out there reading anything i've uploaded to this blog, but if there is anyone: do you like what you've read? would you like me to change anything? feedback is always the best learning tool, so please help a sister out, even if you have to tell me i suck & will never amount to anything because i truly can't write to save my life... just do it! ask me questions if you want to pass some valuable time by, i will answer as best i can (but i still don't know why the chicken crossed the road- it could just have bee a very suicidal chicken for all we know)
leave me some comments please
nj (in wonderland with the cheshire cat- pics to come for those who don't believe me)
♥

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I don’t mean it’s stupid it is just my aggression needing an outlet.

Downcast my eyes usually are: whether from fear or to shield from your blinding wisdom, they now smoulder with a defiance you’ll soon come to hate.

I’m a pushover no more, I’ve dug in my heels, prepared my best defences & I’ve braced myself for the fierce winds.

There’s no to need to jump ship or to get out of Dodge, just baton down the hatches & watch as Hurricane NJ comes rolling in…

Large Hazelnut Coffee Plz.

What’s with this whole ‘Dependency on stuffed animals’ deal? Have we become so impersonal with actual human contact that we now force ourselves to create meaningful relationships with a Duffy Doll or a Pooh Bear or a Thomas the Tank Engine?  It was cute when we were 2 or 5 but at 25 shouldn’t we be focusing on making life-long friends?

That doll will never be the one.  He can’t put his arms around you & hug you & tell you “it’ll all be ok” & kiss you so intensely that it makes you toes tingle or brings you flowers “just because”.


So why are we putting up walls & wasting time?

Chai

There is Art all around us,
sometimes we're just too blind to see.

There is music everywhere,
it's in the clatter of a heart as it breaks into a million pieces.

Yet the pain forces us to remember we're still alive,
while it & our mistakes remind us that we're still human.

This taste is bittersweet,
but the blood on my tongue just adds the right amount of seasoning to the regret & all your fucked up excuses.