Monday, February 28, 2011
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Fire*Sunday Scribblings*
Just watch it burn,
the things that you tried to hide,
the words you kept inside.
Lies that sear my soul,
you never meant to be honest.
There were never enough tears,
not to put this fire out,
the destruction that you started.
I don't want your apologies,
I just want to burn it all.
the things that you tried to hide,
the words you kept inside.
Lies that sear my soul,
you never meant to be honest.
There were never enough tears,
not to put this fire out,
the destruction that you started.
I don't want your apologies,
I just want to burn it all.
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
The Greatest Left Sock There Ever Was
Jeremiah Cornelius Hanes was darned in a large, noisy sock factory in North Canton, Ohio. He was darned for wear. He was darned for war.
After his darning Jerry was paired with a Right Sock. Samantha was her name, and she was as white as the cotton she came from. Her seam was sewn tightly and perfectly and not a thread was out of place. Jerry and Samantha talked all the way down the line to the packaging department. They spoke of their dreams, about the feet they wished to warm.
In packaging they met five other paired couples, and were sealed into a large plastic bag with them. Little did they know the hell they would soon encounter in the darkness of the shipping truck.
Properly packaged and boxed, the socks were put in trucks going to various parts of the country. Jerry's truck was going Illinois. A relatively short trip you might think, but it's not when you're a Sock and being eaten by moths. The screams were terrible, the pain of being eaten by the winged monters could be heard throughout the truck. Their box was spared but Samantha went insane from the constant screaming.
Jerry was heartbroken from the loss of his one true love to the deepest recesses of her own broken mind. But he vowed to carry on, even if the Right Sock by his side was nuttier than a Snickers bar.
Eventually there was light. The truck had stopped and they were being unpacked. Jerry looked around, committing to memory the people, the sounds, the smells and the potential to become dirty and unwanted. His package was carried ever so gently to the rack it would hang on until sold. The package sold quickly and taken away from the store that held so few memories.
Upon opening of the package Jerry was seperated from Samantha and the others. He was put in a drawer with older, bitter socks. One was an old Right Sock that had been used on both the right AND left foot.
"My name is Matilda, young one," said she. "And one day you will be like the rest of us. Old, used up, mistaken for the opposite Sock. It's a bad life."
Jerry looked at her incredulously. "My life will be used for glory!"
And so it was.
The first time Jerry was worn he was put on the left foot, but not in a shoe. He was worn to bed. The bed the human who wore him slept in had many stuffed animals. He knew they were Sock killers. He'd heard the Socks in the drawer speak of their villiany, yet he didn't fear them. Instead he fought them with all the courage he could muster.
Once the lights was turned off and the human went to sleep the stuffed animals crowded in on him. He fought bravely through the night wounding and being wounded. They went on like this for hours, but in the short hour before dawn Jerry's wounds became too much for him and he was torn to pieces by the murderous stuffed animals.
Jeremiah Cornelius Hanes was darned a plain cotton Sock, but died a brave and much loved warrior.
After his darning Jerry was paired with a Right Sock. Samantha was her name, and she was as white as the cotton she came from. Her seam was sewn tightly and perfectly and not a thread was out of place. Jerry and Samantha talked all the way down the line to the packaging department. They spoke of their dreams, about the feet they wished to warm.
In packaging they met five other paired couples, and were sealed into a large plastic bag with them. Little did they know the hell they would soon encounter in the darkness of the shipping truck.
Properly packaged and boxed, the socks were put in trucks going to various parts of the country. Jerry's truck was going Illinois. A relatively short trip you might think, but it's not when you're a Sock and being eaten by moths. The screams were terrible, the pain of being eaten by the winged monters could be heard throughout the truck. Their box was spared but Samantha went insane from the constant screaming.
Jerry was heartbroken from the loss of his one true love to the deepest recesses of her own broken mind. But he vowed to carry on, even if the Right Sock by his side was nuttier than a Snickers bar.
Eventually there was light. The truck had stopped and they were being unpacked. Jerry looked around, committing to memory the people, the sounds, the smells and the potential to become dirty and unwanted. His package was carried ever so gently to the rack it would hang on until sold. The package sold quickly and taken away from the store that held so few memories.
Upon opening of the package Jerry was seperated from Samantha and the others. He was put in a drawer with older, bitter socks. One was an old Right Sock that had been used on both the right AND left foot.
"My name is Matilda, young one," said she. "And one day you will be like the rest of us. Old, used up, mistaken for the opposite Sock. It's a bad life."
Jerry looked at her incredulously. "My life will be used for glory!"
And so it was.
The first time Jerry was worn he was put on the left foot, but not in a shoe. He was worn to bed. The bed the human who wore him slept in had many stuffed animals. He knew they were Sock killers. He'd heard the Socks in the drawer speak of their villiany, yet he didn't fear them. Instead he fought them with all the courage he could muster.
Once the lights was turned off and the human went to sleep the stuffed animals crowded in on him. He fought bravely through the night wounding and being wounded. They went on like this for hours, but in the short hour before dawn Jerry's wounds became too much for him and he was torn to pieces by the murderous stuffed animals.
Jeremiah Cornelius Hanes was darned a plain cotton Sock, but died a brave and much loved warrior.
Can a website be on drugs?
I think Blogger might be smoking a bit of the green stuff, if you know what I mean. I logged in and it told me that it was having a problem with Java script. I then typed in the address for the dashboard and all of the blogs I'm following weren't on my reading list. I was not happy, especially when I had to refresh twice to get them to come back up!! ARG
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Food
Food! Delicious food. Not only is it a way to sustain ourselves but it can be a canvas for our creativity and a fantasy for our tastebuds. Some of my favorite food is Italian. I love it so much that one day I decided to try my hand at cheese manicotti, a dish that I have never seen a recipe for. It actually turned out good. With a little guessing on the ingredients(it wasn't that hard) and a good amount of time watching Rachel Ray and Giada DeLaurentiis on the Food Network I was succesful.
Try that sometime with one of your favorite dishes from a resturaunt or the frozen foods section.
Try that sometime with one of your favorite dishes from a resturaunt or the frozen foods section.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Perfect Teeth
She's the girl with perfect teeth.
Such a pretty smile,
stay for awhile.
Don't walk away and hide that gleam,
make my sunshine bright again.
Smile,
smile,
smile.
Such a pretty smile,
stay for awhile.
Don't walk away and hide that gleam,
make my sunshine bright again.
Smile,
smile,
smile.
Writing prompts
I can't wait any longer!!!!! I need a new prompt!!! Please Laini of Sunday Scribblings hurry! lol
Friday, February 18, 2011
A Thousand Years
A thousand years before I see you again.
Lost.
You were the one to make my heart pull,
the one who loved me to stillness.
You are my dark singer,
my holiest pride.
You are lost to me,
as I am to you.
Lost.
You were the one to make my heart pull,
the one who loved me to stillness.
You are my dark singer,
my holiest pride.
You are lost to me,
as I am to you.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
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