tired and dirty ❤️
Was hoping I would want to write more when I arrived but it seems as though I’m still just caught in the ocean of some strange tide.
However, happy I did not surprise anyone because really that was a ghost from a former life I should not have ever wasted a thought on. I think I’ve always known I had no loyalty to seek there. Being so busy now, it’s just exhausting expelling my energy on mummified peach seeds that once brought comfort. Plus, I’ve learned a lot about love since then. I want the kind, that just fits. If it’ll have me eventually that is.
Suppose that’s growth or me seeking more fun in my life? Who knows?
I’m gunning for more unsolicited adventures in my life, what a riot just little pit stops were even
Then life had me take job training about abuse,
Here is what I learned he had 4/5 that made him likely to become an abuser. The fifth, living with me.
Every form of abuse sans physical and exploitation was occurring.
I’m really currently exercising dead demons as I am rebuilding my happiness.
It’s almost halloween of course I’m going out to work on it some more.
I had to make it bigger with games this year.
So you know I had to start super early ❤ I can’t wait already.
Costumes bought, only one to re dye.
Scarry porch hidden,
The lights for three areas start this weekend with the porch.
And if there’s time,
The super scary sectioning for our jump scare.
Singing ooooh deee dee baby. Watch out for a drought in dust bowl country especially.
I believe my favorite is the game you think you have,
Because you mistakenly think all women
Play the victim.
I also laughed when you accurately said you were intrigued.
I could tell,
Like don’t you know what the word means.
1.to plot craftily or underhandedly.
2.to achieve or earn by appealing to another’s curiosity, fancy,
4.to accomplish or force by crafty plotting or underhand machinations.
6.Obsolete. to trick or cheat.
7.to carry on a secret or illicit love affair.
This is real life, not a mystery novel, delusional stooge.
Didn’t I say you were a sheep in wolf’s clothing in May.
Before this wolf beat you at your own game.
Next time, pick less intelligent women.
I’d like to say it was fun for a moment being deceitful. But it wasn’t. I tend to function on love unless you attack.
There I was in a horrible state losing so much of my family.
Forgive me but where I’m from,
Not much more than 150 years ago,
a few three generations ago,
You would have been hanged for trying to use a mourning woman’s money.
OAlways standing in the door,
With an itchy finger baby,
Pointed right at me.
I sure hope darling
You have it ready,
When karma calls you out
Into the street,
To answer for all those travesties you create.
My sails are straight,
And have been this entire time.
Maybe I should have put a label on myself for you:Healed and not taking the dysfunctional lives anymore so beware my strong truths.
Lessons I’m still learning. But at least I’m closer. This gentelman has been on the same path and shares a lot I have learned over the past few years.
I have a type,for my entire life- sigh. I’ve learned however to actually stop hanging on and inhibiting another’s personal growth. Their path is not mine. The want for someone like me is to heal the most broken souls. I believe now more than ever,I should work on my own first
Go on, cry wolf until they all believe you charming lad.
Sooth sayers see you underneath
Those shabby clothes
Bought by another you use like a tool
In the name of love.
Aren’t you such a tragic hero on the scene,
Living on the caring blood of the naive?
Sacrifice holds the hand of dedication,
The adornments of mourning laments.
So today’s western star message accompanied
The streaked fiery pink horizon
Just above ocean blue dinner happenstance.
“You don’t drown by falling in the water;
You drown by staying there.”- Edwin Louis Cole
Or holding onto things that passed
Several infinitudes ago.
Those boulders others carry sometimes,
Should be used to build something
Celestially new, like nebulas of happiness anewed.
So make sure you roll those up to the mountain side too.
They are never for another to handle for you.
Humbly I was laying my love at your feet
But you used such incredulous claws
To examine every piece
Your eyes became black and jaded
By only what you wanted to see of me
Any good that could be
Into monstrous ghosts
You’ve already seen
Claiming your hands were made of healing
Instead of the sharp weapons
Prodding every caring breath I could exhale before
I could say a thing
Instead of holding a fragile
Scared, sacred treasure
Like the heart of another
In a fleshly
Giving you a gift
Since you want to shatter
My last remaining pieces
Like a scientist
On the snafued being
I’ll recover all the remains
bind them in gold ribbon
And return to a shelf
Until softer hands
Want to pick them up
From the scattered,
Desolation you created
In front of me.
Humble offering: AurelienS
Right on time,
I saw nothing good-
As my own beckoning wind
spread the leaves
Like a blanket
Ready for my season of rest.
As the wise man and fool.
Perhaps merely one step closer
To the first incantation.
Faded on the clothes line,
Left to dry
Than anyone should be.
While you wear a crown of foolish tragedy.
I guess the yo-yo
Wasn’t made for things with wings.
So, I’ll keep my depth.
You keep the obtuseness.