Dance with me, Walk with me. Look at me. Need me. Show me. Want me. Smile for me. Breathe for me. Listen to me. Cry with me. Bend for me. Deviate for me. With me. Care for me. Love me. Sing to me. Read to me. Share with me. Walk away from me. Turn your … More Me?
My route was etched into the sides of pyramids, before the stars aligned. Before you. Before her. Before him. Before I raced into the dark with only a pack of cigarettes and a half empty lighter. Red. It’s always red. My course was flowing through my veins before the gods picked my name, and my … More Written in Stone
Over the last few years I have had a repeated thought. A question actually, that gathers dust most days, but on some days, it rattles the bars of my otherwise solid facade of … whatever face it is I think I have built for the pleasure of the masses. Is everything a game? There is … More I Am A Fraud. What Do You See?
I am the girl who sits with her back to the wall to make sure I can see who comes and who goes, I am the girl who will be rude before it is called for, because I am the girl who already knows. I am the girl who fell down the stairs, or walked … More I Am The Girl…
Wind in my neck, like a limp doll that has lost it’s comeliness. Straighten my skirt, and dust off the grubby prints left by the men that knew I had no money. No money for the inhale. Even less for the exhale. Comb my lashes, even on the one half open eye, and redo the … More # 129
I have started another blog which I have linked to this one. I am not all that savvy with the back end of wordpress so I don’t know if I am already following people with the new blog or who is following me. I started it because I am tired of watering down the things … More Truth vs Watered Down
I realise that all the introspection is supposed to have taken place at the closing of 2014. But someone how it’s all kicked in now. It DID start a month ago, at my brother’s 21st birthday party. I don’t much enjoy family gatherings – or any gathering there will be more than 5 people attending… … More I Have Never..
This post is dedicated to the therapist that was assigned to me on my first and second jaunts in rehab. For the sake of anonymity we will call him Dr. Jakobus I. F. Glitter Hoenderskoen. He would approve, I promise. The reason I have decided to write about my interactions with him is because years … More Dr. Jakobus I. F. Glitter Hoenderskoen
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Envelope Pushers.” My first strip to a psychologists office was when I was 8 years of age. My defiance was more about fear than because I had any real understanding what was needed of me – or what I needed from them. I accepted the labels. And … More Pushing Labels
Diary of a Crazy White Chick. Part One. It’s Monday, which doesn’t matter to me like it does to everyone else. I work from home, and so all my days mesh into each other so that sleeping in is a luxury, and so is being able to work late into the night simply because it … More Rambling. Its what I do.