Welcome two oh oh ten. Or two thousand ten. Whichever you prefer.
Its day 2 of my vegetarian diet and its going pretty well. My stomach is not happy about it though. I am sure its something that will pass in time. So resolution one has been started. My other resolutions.well Im sorta working on it. Its hard to be a cold-hearted bitch when you are NOT A COLD HEARTED BITCH. It will take much time and training, but I am sure I can achieve it. No more broken hearts for this bitch.
So I sit here reading Naked Lunch under the covers because it is freezing here. I am not leaving the house until summer. I am also working on a fast approaching deadline for a short story/ poetry book I am getting published. Thanks to a friend that works for one. I have been trying forever. I write a few things every day when the mood strikes, usually bad moods, and they strike often.
I met the most fascinating man the other day
He told me stories, fantasies, legends and myths
His words held me fast in his desecrated hands
A look in his eyes then a passionate kiss
He had dark hair of chestnut, with flecks of brick
He was short and handsome, with beautiful lips
His clothes were much to bulky for his delicate frame
Like he had withered away in some sickening game
But he captured my heart and he keeps it in
A pocket above his, touching his skin
So at nighttime when hes silently dreaming
I can close my eyes and hear his heart beating
Something like that.
Its day 2 of my vegetarian diet and its going pretty well. My stomach is not happy about it though. I am sure its something that will pass in time. So resolution one has been started. My other resolutions.well Im sorta working on it. Its hard to be a cold-hearted bitch when you are NOT A COLD HEARTED BITCH. It will take much time and training, but I am sure I can achieve it. No more broken hearts for this bitch.
So I sit here reading Naked Lunch under the covers because it is freezing here. I am not leaving the house until summer. I am also working on a fast approaching deadline for a short story/ poetry book I am getting published. Thanks to a friend that works for one. I have been trying forever. I write a few things every day when the mood strikes, usually bad moods, and they strike often.
I met the most fascinating man the other day
He told me stories, fantasies, legends and myths
His words held me fast in his desecrated hands
A look in his eyes then a passionate kiss
He had dark hair of chestnut, with flecks of brick
He was short and handsome, with beautiful lips
His clothes were much to bulky for his delicate frame
Like he had withered away in some sickening game
But he captured my heart and he keeps it in
A pocket above his, touching his skin
So at nighttime when hes silently dreaming
I can close my eyes and hear his heart beating
Something like that.
user209834982:
don't know which I prefer to call it.