A new year look at me

One week into the new year and I fail, like many around the world, to see the newness of it all. Yes, I did hug and smile when the clock struck 12 on the last day of the previous one, hoping and expecting something to be new. It was all fake.

I'm still the same. Pissed off, temperamental, with no desire to change. But so are others. Mom and I still cannot go out shopping without a fight, dad still thinks I'm a kid, the world still round and chilly still messes up my stomach.

The new things I can think of are- I'll be a year older, I got three new tops and a realisation that I may actually be a meanie. Not much to boast about, eh? Still I move on wishing happy new year to one and all on the phone, buy a new calendar, wait for the first birthday of the year- to start the same routine all over again.

The old habits that I have brought along with me need to go away and new ones formed. Standard homo sapien behaviour. We are all typical then and so am I.

Between food and words

When the colour rises to my cheeks
you become less discreet

I had so much to say
but you silenced me at the first “Hey”

From then on I was not me
it was just awkward chemistry

We talked of all things dull
with hormones of a tamed bull

The food is an excuse to look away
as with the eyes you make my heart sway

I cannot hide and I don't want to
you got me where I only want you

You're painfully good looking
especially when I'm leaving

One more time
One more way
You've won my heart
What more could I give away?

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Felt old enough to write this. :)

you and me?

If you said to me
at the altar
that you would
love me forever
I would not believe you

If you asked me
to trust you
fully and always
I would
only smile

If you said
I meant more
to you
than anyone else
I would know better

I get jealous
I get angry
my patience runs out
and my love
stays behind the line

I won't be there
always
and many times
I might not
care

Truth is bitter
so you better enjoy
that taste
Now, are we doing this
in a haste?

F***book

Everyday I see
a new picture with commentary

Looking hot, what's up with you
that's all they say, that's all they do

F***book has become the place to
show the new haircut and the tattoo

People actually care
to waste their breath...swear!

I'm free but you got a job to do
so leave now and be gone you

No I don't want to chat
and I don't care about you new flat

Don't be my friend in e-space
get out of my face

Your drunken pictures are testimony
of your well known stupidity

You put up the information for me
when all I do is laugh at you silly

Get a life, just leave mine
fb is such a waste of time

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Haven't hit the nail on my anger against the idiocy called fb, but reached close..

I'm on vacation..

I'm on a vacation
no f words, a's or b's.

The throat is meant for other things I learn
to gulp down more and more

food I meant
or orange juice.

No mention of how hot he looked
or how he moved so well

coz no movies
or late night chatting.

Plunging necklines have come up higher
and the hair is still tied

it's not right to be
however you want to be.

I'm on a vacation to get to size zero
I hide the butter and refuse the coke

coz at some point
the necklines will slip again.

And the swearing might also start again
when I won't be on vacation..

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;) ;)

The big girl's diary of solutions?

Salvation from : weight? Starve?

imperfection? Foundation?

a boy? Shopping?

sucky job? Pub?

loneliness? Internet?

puffy eyes? Sunglasses?
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.
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Salvation?

Then new room

The new room orders, expects and delivers.
The memories are lacking and the mattress less inviting.
Pink is the colour of the day and the night.
The room hasn't found its soul yet.
It was made by the will of others to suit the taste of the owner.
It has a writer's block.
The new room is still just a room.