This musing, which is really more of an outpouring of crap, will be shorter than usual. As some of you know, I’ve been having a lot of wrist pain for the past year or two. It’s been getting progressively worse since I took my current job. You’ll have noticed that I don’t post as much as I used to, even in the forum.The reasons for that are twofold: One, a certain now-ex-member made it difficult to find the fun in writing,...
Perched upon my shoulderthere she stands in all her furry glory. Beautiful eyes shine with a mischievous glint she butts her head against mine. Seeking the attention she feels I have withheld. If that doesn’t work she will paw at my hair determined that I will indeed show her the affection she craves. When I get angry, eyes flashing a warning my body tenses she rubs her head against mine. Meow! No longer can I deny her my...
I inspired myself. It was so weird, looking at a forum topic, named “what’s your passion?” And being inspired by it. Well, I shall tell you my passion: Shaving. I know it doesn’t seem like it, when my face is all fuzzy, but I do enjoy a good shave. Usually, I like to keep a wee goatee and shave the rest. I also shave other parts of me, but you don’t really need to know that, so forget I said that. What could impassion me...
Those nights when you just want to sleep. In this instance, I can't because I don't want to miss my alarm, so can't seem to sleep deeply enough. So I've picked up my phone, and started writing about it. It's thoughtless and stupid. I've no idea if this thing will tail off, or turn into something, but it's worth investigating with both hands. I can't sleep. Beep, beep, beep, goes the smoke alarm. The battery needs replacin...
Love is inexplicable, inextricable,Juices made ever trickleable,Kisses trail down our bodies,lingering on lips, which tingle forever,moans exchanged in a chorus of love,as pure and unblemished as a snow-white dove.Love is infinite, as is its power,if you don't have love, you'll forever glower. My Kitten and I, we love one another,for us, there is no other.'Neath a tree, we shall be married together forever, our souls fulf...
Marination...Wine...Writing...Good combo? No’ always.Y’uft. This isny a poem,it’s a random...Stringing of words.Pseudo stanzas...Drunken rambling,unedited.Crap.And that’s the way it shall stay. For the record, I’m not that drunk, and that "isny", is a Scottish word, so not a typo. I’m tipsy, but not drunk. If I was drunk, I’d still be able to type and make some sort of sense, but that’s my curse. I haven’t been rat-arsed...
Thoughts, random and ephemeral,stomp through my head. Some are taken note of,some allowed to float off. Ideas happen daily,some acted upon,most tossed aside. Kitten saunters through,always a pleasant thought.Kitty loves her. Is in love. Projects planned, seeds planted. A bass guitar body, you say? How much? Fifty quid? Mine!I'll take those pups, too. Now I just need a neck,perhaps I'll make one.Thus, a new project begins....
We’re lying in bed together and awake the same time as one another. Lazily and sleepily, our lips lock and we kiss softly. Breaking the kiss, we say “good morning”. Mewing to each other, we hug and hold tight, weaving a spell around each other. Our mornings always start off like this, followed by the natural progression, of course. Though only a fictional fantasy just now, I think I can safely speak for both of us, when I...
In my entire life, what have I achieved? If I’d achieved something, anything at all, would I be sitting here at (at time of writing, admittedly, I feel shitty.) 4:42 AM writing this? No. I’d be in bed. I’d be sleeping. I might be out with my friends. Friends. Whatever. I’m not the type to have real friends. I have this one I’ve known for nine years. Nine years is nothing to be sneezed at. She is a real friend. If she saw...
I’ve never written quite so many poems as I have for you.Now fiddling with formats,I find myself going *mew*.I love you, Aria...To infinity,times the powerof infinite love.
Earlier, I was writing. I was really enjoying it, writing about food and stuff. You know how my musings go. I don’t figure them out in my head before writing. It’s just all in the moment. I like it that way, but my computer doesn’t seem to. Switched itself off, it did! The wee bugger got a smack on the head for it and told that I don’t like it. “I hate you!” Were my exact words. I had this whole section about pork scratch...
It's a simple thought, but it doesn't stop it being true. My hand, entwined with yours, as we walk. My palm, gently squeezing. My thumb, swirling slow circles around your hand. Fingers interlaced, tight. My arm, around your waist, I pull you in for a long, slow, passionate kiss. Holding you close, my hand rubs along your back and I stroke your hair. I feel you doing the same, pulling me closer, deeper. We kiss like this,...
I’m starting with a line,Moving on to another,And here’s a third,Why not a fourth?This poem, or whatever it may be,Really makes no sense,But, really, don’t think me dense,I’m about as dense as a fence.A fence with nails in,What a lovely fence,I think it’s immense,Oh beautiful fence!I wanted to use hence,But I have no reason,I’m thinking of a season...Winter, it is so lovely,I love the cold, The wet, but no wind.Wind is ho...
Ugh, my nose is blocked, my throat is slightly sore, I feel lethargic and oh yes, I can’t even taste my wine. This really sucks. Sucks more than those folk who don’t know how to use hence. Oh, those fools. Hence. It’s a useful word. It can be used to mean “for this reason”, or to mean “in x amount of time.” Okay, the second one, I didn’t explain very well, but the examples will help, won’t they? Example one: For this reas...
To be called Kitten, his Kitten- it's not just a pet name, it's not an ownership thing It's a love thing It's a cute thing It's a couple thing It's an unexplainable-feelings thing. I feel protected treasured safe secure comfortable visible beautiful. I feel loved when he calls me his Kitten. Which is why he'll always be my K i t t y
