elegant writers

Elegant writers depict intricacy with simplicity.

kind

I know you’re kind, behind the lines, away from the pain, behind the pride. Yet still my spine no longer has time…..for      your      kind.

fingers too animated

I understood him. I always did. It wasn’t fair, or to my advantage, always seeing the psychology and past corrupts of what made others tick, serving me wrong and making me undeservingly forgiving and kind. Truth is, I would do anything to cut my heart out of my chest and freeze it so it did not feel….in the way that they did. I didn’t know how they did it…I didn’t know how they spaced away. I wanted to learn, and I tried, but could never fully force the forgery. My fingers too animated for such pretending, making me realize how little we really had in common.

innocent, volatile smiles

Men play games, use tricks, have to falsify and conceal their intentions. Create plots, strategies, fake mystery, simulate confidence, ignore, act as if they do not care, create triangles and fight dragons.  While us women folk bounce about looking devilishly adorable, saying, “yes yes, I’ll take him. No, not him. Next…perhaps”. We are the pickers, the prima donna’s, the vicious little whippersnappers who will make or break your world. We let you think you’ve got the tricks, the power, but we steer the reigns in our innocent, volatile smiles….brimming with vigor and grace.

brat

She didn’t particularly want to be famous, She just wanted to get away with being a brat more frequently then she already did. Because once you are famous, people will put up with loads of nonsense that the typical civilian would be scolded and judged for. She wanted to act a spoiled hellion with zero consequences. This being her objective in the pursuit to fame. 

clever artistry

“It’s my imagination”, she declared,  “I shall play with it as I please”…disturbed at the mere idea that one might dare suggest she not spin her most clever artistry.

inhuman

the amount of coffee i am about to ingest is inhuman. excellent.

intellectual vs. artist

“An intellectual says a simple thing in a hard way. An artist says a hard thing in a simple way.”

― Charles Bukowski

The Velveteen Rabbit

my friend coffee

The dark distressing thrall of coffee greets me. It’s been one week since our last date. I’ve mixed her with raw honey, cayenne and ginger for this special affair. I’ve missed our mornings together. My 6 day detox makes me love her all the more. Just one sip heightens my senses, and reminds me of our long standing love/hate relationship. At times she reminds me of boys I loved. But not today. Today is different.