bloggity blog, poetry

what we sow

I can feel him squirm The worm he is Not dragon or snake Doesn't need to tell me How "powerless" feels This was a lesson he taught me too well Am I enjoying myself? Well ... yes It is not often We get to see karma in action But I warned him She is a… Continue reading what we sow

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bloggity blog, Mother Fucking Rant

I’m an adult, I swear!

There is nothing quite like living with a parent when you are an adult to make you feel like a fucking child. I have a number of friend people in a similar situation to me. Finding themselves in a space in their life where they have had to either move back home or simply share… Continue reading I’m an adult, I swear!

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please reanimate me

Urges rising again I long for what is mine You speak to me Your voice is like spirits The type I get drunk from And the type that touch my soul I sit by the sea and drink it all in Your voice The sea My spirit The scent of salt in the air All… Continue reading please reanimate me

foooooood, health and shit, Mother Fucking Rant

mother fucking cupcake

I just want to have a bitch about something. And please pay attention because you may do this thing and not realise that you are being a fucking dick. So, in this new life of mine, I am taking every opportunity to improve myself in ways I was not allowed to do before. One of… Continue reading mother fucking cupcake

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Where did the honey art go?

Yep... I didn't do it. Lol Life happened and I just didn't get around to it. Fortunately, it was good life that happened and not the kind that has plagued me in the past. That bad kind of life that we get infected with sometimes... (do they have a cream for that?) So... I am… Continue reading Where did the honey art go?

bloggity blog, writing

The danger of undeserved power

The books I've read have always explained blood as smelling "coppery" or "metallic." They're not wrong, but they're not right either. Yes. I could detect that old-penny tang in the air, but there were other things too. They never mention the rot of it. The butcher shop meatiness. The piss and shit part that will undoubtedly be there. Because if there is so much blood you can smell it, then someone is either dead or about to be. A bandaid would no longer help them. Blood doesn't just smell like loose change. I should know. I was covered in it.