in the last 360 days i have
grown
lived life
cried real tears
laughed for joy
been depressed
beat depression
felt oppressed
fought oppression
been in love
lost at love
conquered myself
thought i was ready
discovered i wasn't
doubted myself
followed my instincts
forgave
was fogiven
fallen in love with God
thrown God to the curb
been forgiven by God
thought i was alone
realised i wasn't
thought i was in love
realised i wasn't
thought he could love
found out he couldnt
been closer to my dream
had it snatched away
lost myself
found me again
been thankful
been greatful
grumbled
been humbled
facebooked
twittered
said thrash
withered
loved life
lived it
found life
pleased with it
aspired
acquired
been bored
had fun
made friends
lost some
found friends
not one
shouted
pleaded
wanted
needed
learnt
bent
sighed
asked why
smiled
been filled with guile
been wily
been sweet
been bitter
been neat
oooo i'm tired
looking forward to the next year, would probably get to it all over again...the next 360 days
Classic case of MPD (Multiple Personality Disorder)..with the rantings of a writer who sees life through her little cocoon, talks to herself actively and decided to share with the internet, tho' nobody reads... Ok, I'm joking. Think I've got three sides tho'...ME, who's real, MYSELF who is me and I who wants to be me...so the conversations we have with each other..kinda wack..
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
creepy
im awake...sitting in an unfamiliar house up the creek alarmingly close to the island of bananas. it's 5 minutes past 12 and the noises made by this house are creepy.
simple,
the dogs are howling and growling
the front gate is creaking
the fan is squeaking
crickets are chirping
someone outside keeps mummuring
my heart is palpitating
this close to christmas and all i can think of is dying
there's a door in the house that keeps opening and closing
ok, that's it! im going into the kitchen to find out who is playing with that door.
and if i never blog again?
know that i went on a quest only out of jest and i never did guess that the quest would lead to me without a head!
yea, couildn't make the last part rhyme...
i should be beheaded for my attempt at poetry..
simple,
the dogs are howling and growling
the front gate is creaking
the fan is squeaking
crickets are chirping
someone outside keeps mummuring
my heart is palpitating
this close to christmas and all i can think of is dying
there's a door in the house that keeps opening and closing
ok, that's it! im going into the kitchen to find out who is playing with that door.
and if i never blog again?
know that i went on a quest only out of jest and i never did guess that the quest would lead to me without a head!
yea, couildn't make the last part rhyme...
i should be beheaded for my attempt at poetry..
Sunday, December 13, 2009
blah blah blah
oh, the joys of blogging
the joy that blogging brings
i can actually say anything
all the while maybe saying nothing
oh, how much have i missed blogging?
as much as the waters cover the sea
oh the joys of blogging
i was planning to say something
about how much i have missed blogging
thaat would surely co ver ewverything
oh, the joys of blogging
got to get ready to go to out now
will be back to blogging in a bit
have i managed to say something?
the joy that blogging brings
i can actually say anything
all the while maybe saying nothing
oh, how much have i missed blogging?
as much as the waters cover the sea
oh the joys of blogging
i was planning to say something
about how much i have missed blogging
thaat would surely co ver ewverything
oh, the joys of blogging
got to get ready to go to out now
will be back to blogging in a bit
have i managed to say something?
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