tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59720361679501767612024-02-20T12:20:42.047-08:00bree all you can be, and so can YOU!A delightfully dark blend of the facts and the fictions of what is left of a life in flux.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00322151772495333141noreply@blogger.comBlogger181125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972036167950176761.post-91710146318940545752012-07-28T12:29:00.002-07:002012-07-28T12:29:55.354-07:00I fell from the arms of my love of my life, into the arms of the next.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00322151772495333141noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972036167950176761.post-64812311357349717492012-03-16T23:03:00.003-07:002012-03-17T00:54:25.751-07:00The IncidentToday started out well, enough. I woke up with the lingering effects of a cold (and a slightly dryer spell) around seven. My boyfriend had already been up for a few hours fiddling around on-line, pampering the dog, doing just about everything in his power to rouse me. I was a little grumpy because he was so damn chipper (I'm not a real morning person, I wake up early, but I take it easy). I made Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00322151772495333141noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972036167950176761.post-10966990188844614042012-02-24T16:38:00.000-08:002012-02-24T23:28:46.479-08:00Leftovers
The leftover emotions of a day when neither of you are saying all there is to say, are massive. You both think you are sparing the other, and yourself, by not going through every motion, but the truth is, and remains, that you do nothing outside of building a wall of tacit disdain.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00322151772495333141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972036167950176761.post-25096268942904619082012-02-18T10:32:00.000-08:002012-02-18T11:23:21.519-08:00Bring it on Spring, You Bitch.It had been a long winter, at least by the looks of my legs it had.I had gone a hefty while without giving them any...tending to. I sat in the bath being stared in the face by these awkward fuzzy monsters. I tried to think of the last time they had been...addressed, and by my nearest guess, a couple months, though in my minor defense, I had gotten them waxed that time, so you know, it slowed the Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00322151772495333141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972036167950176761.post-27509556119402035982011-08-26T22:59:00.000-07:002011-08-26T23:00:19.658-07:00Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00322151772495333141noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972036167950176761.post-74834963643909757312011-08-18T02:02:00.000-07:002011-08-18T02:04:46.382-07:00Well, This Happened...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00322151772495333141noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972036167950176761.post-38050748531748820812011-06-11T10:29:00.000-07:002011-06-11T12:00:42.396-07:00ShrapnelThough my mind and heart were at ease with the absence of him. Relieved, even. But the familiarity built inside of me from the previous year and a half was taking its time leaving. It felt as though I was having to pull parts of him out of every cell, like a surgeon removing shrapnel. The ones in my eyes were being the most troublesome. They played tricks on my understanding. Seeing him in peopleAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00322151772495333141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972036167950176761.post-18140694590945731662011-06-11T09:48:00.000-07:002011-06-11T09:49:04.827-07:00The Un-WelcomingConstant bickery had slithered and seeped into our home; as makeshift and tentative as that home was. The mania and meanness that would manifest with a regularity that was difficult to time or track had left me wan and weak. I tried to keep to my usual stoic sense of myself, but months of consistent, constant, paroxysm and pain were taking a plainly perceptible toll.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00322151772495333141noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972036167950176761.post-37445385918548966952011-04-25T16:40:00.000-07:002011-04-25T16:43:05.478-07:00Through continued turmoil I was left with an overwhelming sense of despair and dread of the future. Waking in cold sweats, with my heart pounding too loudly in my ears. The sense that I was barely hanging on was constant, though still beyond a grasp, I was easily knocked out of even the pensive comfort I existed in. My mind was always a stir, my thoughts were louder than the words in the air Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00322151772495333141noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972036167950176761.post-82443949824601667362011-04-24T15:16:00.000-07:002011-04-24T15:26:15.730-07:00Ending a BeginningEvery step away from there I felt a pound or so lighter in my chest. My mind was racing, My hands were shaking, my legs and arms were sore, and assaulted. I knew where I needed to get to but the idea of getting there was confusing because of the intense fog in my mind. I felt crazy, literally, a feeling I had managed to dodge for a while. I had been having the anxiety and stress but I hadn't beenAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00322151772495333141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972036167950176761.post-62979714308804032592010-11-14T19:03:00.001-08:002010-11-14T19:03:56.772-08:00OmletteHey, Here is how you make an omlette easy like.Heat an oiled pan for on med heat.Whip 4 to 6 eggs with a dash of milk.Add eggs to heated pan.Let sit for about 30 seconds.Add desired fillings.Cook for 3 to 5 minutes.Fold and serve.Blamo!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00322151772495333141noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972036167950176761.post-81491980903022947182010-10-10T21:45:00.003-07:002010-10-10T21:45:52.068-07:00Inching Back Towards the Saddle...Maayyyyyybe...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00322151772495333141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972036167950176761.post-80313258102801053282010-10-10T21:45:00.001-07:002010-10-10T21:45:46.827-07:00Inching Back Towards the Saddle...Maayyyyyybe...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00322151772495333141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972036167950176761.post-42547401807486584022010-03-05T13:07:00.000-08:002010-03-05T13:34:56.717-08:00Adventures on the 8...or the 43Yesterday morning was a specific display of how bad I am at riding the bus. I know, I know, it really shouldn't be that difficult, but I'm kind of a dip. My phone had died overnight, and I didn't bother to charge it; figuring I could easily wait until I got to work to do it. I didn't NEED to use OneBusAway, right? Wrong. I got to the stop and noticed that I had about 15 minutes to kill. So I wentAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00322151772495333141noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972036167950176761.post-2095080031703905782010-02-13T14:33:00.000-08:002010-02-13T14:46:09.172-08:00A Night Not Un-like Many Others.I fought for every second of sleep that managed to occur the night before. Talking myself into a tepid slumber then coaxing my way back after I sat straight up over-breathing only an hour or so later. Mind racing and tears pressing up against the back of my eyes. None fell, though. I pulled myself out of bed after agonizing through the last moments of sleep. Walked heavy footed into the bathroom Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00322151772495333141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972036167950176761.post-24116918726236656992009-12-30T14:54:00.000-08:002009-12-30T15:08:41.709-08:00Sadness Beyond TearsIt felt as though the day was sitting with its full weight on my chest. Making every movement and breath a struggle. The sun was shining harshly into my skull. I wanted to enjoy it, but I wasn't up for it. All the memories of times together, and times apart, descended at once; filling my head beyond it's brim.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00322151772495333141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972036167950176761.post-81222396590179783062009-11-28T11:52:00.000-08:002009-11-28T11:55:02.140-08:00Today's DepartureWith every mile I got away from the town that housed my demise; my heart rate slowed, my breathing mellowed, my fingers loosened on the wheel, and the music began to penetrate my ears and thoughts again. By mile 20 of my escape, I began to feel real again.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00322151772495333141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972036167950176761.post-14452733097215764582009-11-20T21:50:00.001-08:002009-11-20T21:54:05.209-08:00The Wall That Sees What I WriteComponents: a painting by my dear friend Marissa, a page of how to build a character in fiction, a list of names that I made when I wrote the first short story I was not ashamed of, my favorite picture of Elton John that I printed out 5 years ago, and have put on the wall in every new place I've moved, a picture of Lincoln from Marika and her son duct taped below the most recent picture of the Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00322151772495333141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972036167950176761.post-81922060325990468602009-11-20T18:00:00.000-08:002009-11-20T18:51:19.545-08:00When The Contempt Creeps InHe laid there mothbreathing next me. My alarm, set for 5:00 am had yet to sound, but I was, emphatically, awake and staring at his gaping maw. The sound from my childhood of my aunt saying "Close your mouth, or something will get in, or come out, that you don't want." was playing on loop in my mind. I had turned the light stand light on to get a better view, it seemed, of the face that I woke to Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00322151772495333141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972036167950176761.post-48779555988010942462009-11-07T15:25:00.000-08:002009-11-07T15:28:46.385-08:00Cripple Creek FerryThe time wasted was insignificant when put against the unreckonable amount of energy wasted, and the misery it created. My sub conscience had even joined in the assault. My dreams were plagued with memory and fantasy of him. I would wake sure that it had happened; then find that it hadn't. A cruel joke had been played. Then I would wonder if he was aware of what transpired in my twilight sub Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00322151772495333141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972036167950176761.post-6415840178284042262009-10-18T21:27:00.000-07:002009-10-18T23:31:37.223-07:00Ringing All The BellsFall is when we fell, apart. The season held a lot of me. The turning of the leaves like the change of heart. Leaving naked trees like my soul laid bare, and everything that we had grown being stripped away. Piece by piece. leaf by leaf. I have re-built some, and fertilized my newly laid soil in preparation for more growth. Still, I can't help but let the memories of the barren times fill the Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00322151772495333141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972036167950176761.post-76652016691888035672009-10-14T16:58:00.001-07:002009-10-14T17:04:36.746-07:00The Boy With a Thorn in His SideThe eyes were still his, but the light behind them had gone out. I didn't know if I could replace the bulb, or how. He spoke in sickening circles and dialects that he absorbed from t.v., movies, and whatever was left of his imagination. I didn't know how long I could continue to do it alone. I also couldn't fathom how anyone else ever had. There was something more than wrong with being alone in Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00322151772495333141noreply@blogger.com98tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972036167950176761.post-50478045973532105622009-10-14T16:44:00.000-07:002009-10-14T16:47:19.150-07:00At times even hearing your own name can make no sense.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00322151772495333141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972036167950176761.post-31440110891453629572009-09-03T20:23:00.001-07:002009-09-03T20:23:18.370-07:00IndeedAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00322151772495333141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972036167950176761.post-36689892108324489612009-07-13T14:04:00.000-07:002009-07-13T14:29:24.244-07:00Okay, okay, I get it. Sort of.I have never really taken much interest in sports. I've even had a hard time respecting that they exist and people put so much stock in them. The last few years I've starting peaking around at them, again. Giving things a try, an'that. I've learned these things: I like basketball. I like soccer. I like Tennis. And I like the food at baseball games. I also enjoy the hell out of watching Oliver tryAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00322151772495333141noreply@blogger.com3