Tuesday, August 23, 2011


contemplating my options I think sleeping at an immeasurable slant toward the floor- eh.
no sooner realizing: nope, not a dream- a reality. & it sucks.
I plummet off of my skyscraper mattress. thinking this will be fixed in a jif.
If ever I were askew this were that time.
Fixing the worlds most blatant bed is non-existent.
Giving up the ghost. As to quote scripture.
Walking away with my pride, a little mermaid blanket, and my blackberry clenched in my fist of rage.
I lie on the couch. Awake more so than I would be in a Final of any sorts.
Overwhelmed I begin to sleep. good.
NO bad I dream of a man just walking through our apartment- ehh HELP.
No Corinne- He wasn't cute.
To be inforced at 3 AM ONLY.
In certain circumstance the place in which you sleep known as "the bed" will tumble to slab below only when you are sleep deprived, stressed beyond all limits. Surpassing the limit , strength and ability of some of the greats- this includes fictional characters such as Harry James Potter as well as Hurcules and Captain America.
Tired & exhausted.
When it comes to sleep- you know the kind that we all need and love.
we can relate.
In my case I think even Hitler would feel compassion.
Realizing no sooner than 4:17 AM that my humor at this time is lumpish and obese I'll stop.

Friday, August 19, 2011


Lower than the worms that fidget, in the earths soggy, soil below.
My scaly, pale, skin crawling from the depth of despair.
There may as well be monster(s) in my head.
MOnstErS. As in multiple.
Feeding them by mistake- they now refuse to leave.
I allow them to punish me with thoughts of anxiety.
Stresses that will never cease.
But rather ceasing they drag on with mere reflections of my acts.
Presenting a picture-musing frames of wrongs and rights.
I see, I'm not so bad.
Like a row boat pivoting through the clouds.
I inhale the warmth of greatness rising above me.
Glasses on my circle face are labeled: negative persona.
Tossing them I ascend aerial positions.
It WILL last- it has to. Falso.
Like a status no one "likes" it will be deleted.
Erased from the memory box titled: ONCE PLEASANT.
Thoughts dart in and out of my mind.
I think. I Ponder. I do all I can do.
Greedy. Grab every expression of happiness.
Hoard it in a wooden box. Wrap it with Duct Tape. you'll want it.

Saturday, November 27, 2010


I see myself.
I'm seemingly entertainable.
I have however been sick. I'm practically incurable.
Doing something, constantly is a definite must.
There is but one thing I do to relieve myself of this illness.
You'll find me. On the couch. In my Sunny apartment.
There will be a simple, logical drink in my hand. I'm not particular.
Caffeine Free Diet Coke with just a hint of lime on the rocks.
Not too complex. Correct?
On my lap you'll find a lab top. Not mine. Not yet.
Four tabs will be opened. :
1. Netflix- I have to Keep Up With The Kardashians.
2. Horoscope.com- giving me insights I wouldn't see otherwise.
3. F.book- too pathetic. Several others with this same addiction.
4. A website allowing me to look deeper into the Kardashians life's.
My hands hold trashy magazines. After all Stars are just like US.
Past the cardigan. Past the Dr. P. Past the seemingly same symptoms.
You'll find Corinne.
Gossiping with me. We'll confer what we discussed thrice that day.
Professedly this is the real reason I don't like taking medicine.
I like the grape, orange and cherry flavor staining your mouth.
I'm healing. But its taking so long. I see this quite beneficial.

Friday, October 22, 2010


My obsession for pennies seems perpetual.
Although constant.
I find myself scouting for pennies when a tinsy boost is needful.
But why not look all the days of my life?
Pennies after all are everywhere.
While everyone looks at this is insignificant value.
I sense this urgency to hoard.
Confession. Compulsion.
I keep any penny I find heads up.
In a small, white envelope- in my top drawer.
Realizing what I want in times of need can be quite the demand.
I've had those moments.
I feel deserted, gloomy and am in need of some spiritual uplifting.
That's when I seem to call upon my HEAVENLY FATHER the most.
When I appraise my Scripture study.
I open my scriptures, point to a verse and pray.
In anticipation to find that answer I've been inquiring.
Shouldn't I invariably be looking?
Not only on the gloomy days.
On the Sunny days too.
I need that added boost every day.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010


I adore bubbles in my tummy.

Naturally from the lips of my mouth. Bubbles make me happy.

If I could bottle up that feeling. I would. Any day.

Some call it emotional distress. Aub's view an elation of peace.

I have this philosophy.

The happier your thoughts. The bigger the bubbles.

Ultimately your going to feel bloated, perhaps agitated.

This inflation brings joy to my soul as sun brings to the valley.

To manipulate this feeling would cause the strangest sensation.

The corners of my lips would soon extend in an upward motion.

As if to cause a smile.


With fail.

We do not care to notice.

Bubbles eventually must POP.

Our once adolescent goals.

The biggest balloon, the biggest gum ball, the biggest smile.

We blunder as children and discern it cannot always stay the same.

Seeming all so meaningful our enjoyment evaporates.

The Balloon POPS.

The gum looses taste.

The Smile fades.

As we grow our bubbles POP.

Saturday, September 25, 2010

10 Things I Hate About You

Patience and Henna go hand in hand.

Let me elaborate.

Henna is an undaunted l♥ve.

To enjoy the beauty of henna,

You must first suffer the agony of the clock ticking.

Slowly but surely the time does pass.

Love like henna, needs nourishment.

Unlike henna you can’t encourage something that you may not have.



Today Sucked.



That Sprite, That Dr Pepper, That Grape Soda.

Iceburg. Just sounds good.

Chunky flip flops – if you have some Sara it’s okay.

We’re Screwed! (Enthusiastically)

Heath Ledger.



No big deal.


“Can we be girls this weekend?” –Corinne.