I been...
I been
self-censoring.
Not telling
some truths.
Living real quiet cuz I
didn't want ya'll to know
what I been up to.
I couldn't confess-
and it wasn't even bad stuff.
Just my stuff.
My muse-y bo-dacious inspiration
dlishs_grind
showed me thru her words
her blogin-ity
that I gotta be the whole me
not half me and thru
this not-poetry
the thots flow much less restricted
so...
TP (The Pugilist) had a b'day, and I
planned a big ole party for him
(a surprise, so he wouldn't back out)...
and he went out of town to visit someone I don't approve of.
It made me sad, and for a few days I felt
really icky.
But he's back now and I have been twirling our relationship around in my hands and looking at it from all angles.
I mostly like what I see
but there are some bruised and ugly parts there too,
like a fruit.
And instead of trying to patch up his bruised parts for him I'm not
I'm gonna focus on my icky places
In other news
I dinna like my job.
I wish I did.
It's hard- not hard as in physically hard
like good old-fashioned hard work
but hard.
Like emotionally dissatisfying
and non-rewarding.
yup.
So I needs me a bit more courage to either
leave here
or stay till I can post out.
My people-pleaser gene wants to make everybody
happy
and proud of me
but my rebel yell says
"GET OUT-"
like the Amityville Horror.
And lastly
I am wearing purple a lot more now.
This is good.
Color helps.
OK, bye.
self-censoring.
Not telling
some truths.
Living real quiet cuz I
didn't want ya'll to know
what I been up to.
I couldn't confess-
and it wasn't even bad stuff.
Just my stuff.
My muse-y bo-dacious inspiration
dlishs_grind
showed me thru her words
her blogin-ity
that I gotta be the whole me
not half me and thru
this not-poetry
the thots flow much less restricted
so...
TP (The Pugilist) had a b'day, and I
planned a big ole party for him
(a surprise, so he wouldn't back out)...
and he went out of town to visit someone I don't approve of.
It made me sad, and for a few days I felt
really icky.
But he's back now and I have been twirling our relationship around in my hands and looking at it from all angles.
I mostly like what I see
but there are some bruised and ugly parts there too,
like a fruit.
And instead of trying to patch up his bruised parts for him I'm not
I'm gonna focus on my icky places
In other news
I dinna like my job.
I wish I did.
It's hard- not hard as in physically hard
like good old-fashioned hard work
but hard.
Like emotionally dissatisfying
and non-rewarding.
yup.
So I needs me a bit more courage to either
leave here
or stay till I can post out.
My people-pleaser gene wants to make everybody
happy
and proud of me
but my rebel yell says
"GET OUT-"
like the Amityville Horror.
And lastly
I am wearing purple a lot more now.
This is good.
Color helps.
OK, bye.