the cycle. The Cypher. I withdraw. I reach criticial mass. I explode.
I write.
:)
-Disclaimer-
She writes and reads
..like most journal writers..i have spurts of constant content..and then stretching gaps of silence...But. I Write. I read. I feed the need to share here...
Monday, October 15, 2012
Saturday, December 10, 2011
Why it sucks to be a Daddy's girl...
Don't get me wrong...the man is not perfect...and he's made mistakes in his life that remind me that although he is the best daddy ever...he is still a MAN, capable of mistakes, and massive fuck ups...
but here is why he has ruined me for life....
this was a conversation...
Did my wife smile today? Did she laugh? Was I the reason she did?
Did she cry today? Was I the reason? How do I make sure that doesnt happen again?
How do I make sure that her spirit is happy? That she's worrying less not more?
That our life is the life she envisioned....at least eighty percent of the time..
Men don't do that anymore.
Everyone is easily replaced. Emotions are things that they can casually ignore...because there is always something else out there. Your value is based on what other options are readily available.
It sucks to be an old school girl in a techy world.
but here is why he has ruined me for life....
this was a conversation...
Did my wife smile today? Did she laugh? Was I the reason she did?
Did she cry today? Was I the reason? How do I make sure that doesnt happen again?
How do I make sure that her spirit is happy? That she's worrying less not more?
That our life is the life she envisioned....at least eighty percent of the time..
Men don't do that anymore.
Everyone is easily replaced. Emotions are things that they can casually ignore...because there is always something else out there. Your value is based on what other options are readily available.
It sucks to be an old school girl in a techy world.
Monday, December 05, 2011
You loved me cause I'm Fragile
when I thought that I was strong
Friday, December 02, 2011
In you..the earth
Little
rose,
roselet,
at times,
tiny and naked,
it seems
as though you would fit
in one of my hands,
as though I’ll clasp you like this
and carry you to my mouth,
but
suddenly
my feet touch your feet and my mouth your lips:
you have grown,
your shoulders rise like two hills,
your breasts wander over my breast,
my arm scarcely manages to encircle the thin
new-moon line of your waist:
in love you have loosened yourself like sea water:
I can scarcely measure the sky’s most spacious eyes
and I lean down to your mouth to kiss the earth.
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