I wasn't listening to anything; but as I selected this forum thread. I thought if I hum a song, what would pop up in my head: Gordon Lightfoot - If you could read my mind love.
Crying. ( my eyes have cried so much I feel like the lid's are on fire) My rescue gerbil has died tonight; The kids have broke up for xmas and I have to go to work tmozz.
When all I want to do is sleep and be with my kid's tmozz- death or no death work still has to go on I guess!
Larger!
Larger again, it's the evening again. It feels like ground hog day here. I was good before; I did eat beans, homecooked ham with home-cooked chips in the OVEN! My snack later on was Celery and lot's of it while reading...???? jumps off p.c chair to see what I got from the library, oh yes! Jude the Obscure by Thomas Hardy, no bad what I've read so far, better than James Joyce (grrrrrrrrr) Ulysees!
I have been thinking this week the last time I saw my long distance bloke; I saw him pull up outside the house I moved into this January. The black can pulled up outside my house, the light inside the cab shining on his semi balding head! I saw the bulk of his coat and the way he'd shaved his hair very short. It was very dark by the time he arrived, and I mentioned earlier than the kid's would be in bed and that when he arrived that evening, I told him don't say a word just hug and kiss me!!!
I opened the door to him, my heart being unable to stay inside my chest. I grabbed him inside, hugged and snogged the lips off him. He smelled sweaty and unclean, but that didn't matter.
We sat on my sofa hugging, and all this week I keep seeing in my mind is how brown and hairy his arms where, when they hugged me tight from behind.
I miss him!!!
I don't lust for him, but you know when you meet a man and he gets into your soul, but at the same time I and he know both know that it's not right, yet can't let go coz....... we just can't.
I did a radio script play; but the tutor said it read more like a play rather than a radio script!
My ultimate writing goal, is to be SELFISH!!!!!!
A poem by HoneyBee000
The Selfish writer. 2010.
I want the best paper.
I want the right sort of pen.
I want the right atmostphere to write about.
I want the old fashioned music and I want the soul train classics...
That get my mind into the right kind of grove.
I want the right man to inspire my romantic side.
I want my daughter's to inspire my humour.
I want alcohol to loosen my contrictive thoughts.
I want a cosy chair...
next to a warm radiator.
I don't want the latest gadget.
I don't want a new car.
I don't want the highest paid job.
I don't want designer clothes...
or a designer house.
NO!
All I want is my lover, my husband, my man, my male best friend and my...
The right pen and the best paper.
The End.
This poem was written on the hoof as they say. I haven't wrote a poem for a while. I like it when writing poetry just flows because of gut feelings.
Another soul train classic. 'How sweet it is to be loved by you!' Who sing's it I have no idea, but I love it and know all the words LOL
Not sure who sing's it. But it goes like this. 'Too busy thinkin' bout my baby, and I ain't got time for nothin' else' I love this song!!!!
Radio 1 just listened a band called 'The Fan Club' the song is called 'Poet's die too' Brilliant song I want to know more about them!
The kid's are watching a dvd - Baby Boom this film is better than the one they had on earlier, Alvin and the chipmonks movie arghhhhhhhh that did my head it LOL
Warm. (Just re-heated a home-made soup I cooked last night, yummmmmm and lot's of white pepper to warm my soul up hee hee)
Today I feel in a jazzy mood because of Declan. Gonna listen to Sinnerman by Nina Simone now! Yeah I'm gonna me dancing and singing in my kitchen!
Perky ( like Tom Hanks when he gets laid in 'Big' ha ha the movie)
Happy ( I need to find better words to describe being happy, it's shamefull to use happy on a writing web-site)
Today I feel like crying because everything has gone wrong this weekend.