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
****
Haven't hit the nail on my anger against the idiocy called fb, but reached close..
Thursday, 30 October 2008
Sunday, 26 October 2008
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..
****
;) ;)
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..
****
;) ;)
Tuesday, 21 October 2008
The big girl's diary of solutions?
Salvation from : weight? Starve?
imperfection? Foundation?
a boy? Shopping?
sucky job? Pub?
loneliness? Internet?
puffy eyes? Sunglasses?
.
.
.
.
Salvation?
imperfection? Foundation?
a boy? Shopping?
sucky job? Pub?
loneliness? Internet?
puffy eyes? Sunglasses?
.
.
.
.
Salvation?
Tuesday, 7 October 2008
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.
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.
Sunday, 14 September 2008
The room listens
When the last cup of tea was downed and the last meal cooked, the outside world stayed calm and the room listened. It was time to leave, again. The room which listened to every wail, every scream, the laughter and the prayers had nothing to say in return.
Not much had changed except a few more pricks in the blue board, a new DNA on the floor and some scratches on the mirror. The sun still pierced through the window right into the iris, the air made its way through the creeks and the sink kept flooding.
It was alive once with the sound of the music and footsteps. Now it lies in wait of new life. Will there be music and dancing, maybe? The room wonders in silence..
Not much had changed except a few more pricks in the blue board, a new DNA on the floor and some scratches on the mirror. The sun still pierced through the window right into the iris, the air made its way through the creeks and the sink kept flooding.
It was alive once with the sound of the music and footsteps. Now it lies in wait of new life. Will there be music and dancing, maybe? The room wonders in silence..
Tuesday, 9 September 2008
The drama of life
One year ago she came here at about 58 quilos, maybe happy, harmless and unsure.
It was supposed to be a dream come true and she thought it should be fun.
The air was cold and she didn't like the equally cold stares she got.
The tea tasted strange, the accent was difficult and her heart ached from memories of home.
Everyday she put on a smile, at least she thought it was a smile.
There were no friends and hardly any friendly faces.
Struggling with work and deadlines, maintaining the distance which existed not only in her head.
There were happy moments, in front of a 72 inch screen, hidden in her room, lying in bed.
Parties, silly jokes and drunk friends was becoming the norm.
More loneliness, a thicker shell, some moments of freedom and a false confidence.
Doubt interspersed with belief, vacations ruined by stress.
A prayer to be back in the land her soul yearned for while trying to love the one she was in.
Beliefs shattered, every emotion vomited through the system, no one to understand.
Spiritual progress, love for the abundant loneliness, a vulnerable heart which has always been so.
Summer.Yay!
More tribulation came, it was a deeper fall this time with three days of unadulterated, uninterrupted despair and no hunger.
This time the strategy was one battle at a time.
A re-emergence.
A tad bit heavier, somehow happy, still harmless and unsure, she takes her life too seriously or maybe not.
****
There is so much drama in our lives.
It was supposed to be a dream come true and she thought it should be fun.
The air was cold and she didn't like the equally cold stares she got.
The tea tasted strange, the accent was difficult and her heart ached from memories of home.
Everyday she put on a smile, at least she thought it was a smile.
There were no friends and hardly any friendly faces.
Struggling with work and deadlines, maintaining the distance which existed not only in her head.
There were happy moments, in front of a 72 inch screen, hidden in her room, lying in bed.
Parties, silly jokes and drunk friends was becoming the norm.
More loneliness, a thicker shell, some moments of freedom and a false confidence.
Doubt interspersed with belief, vacations ruined by stress.
A prayer to be back in the land her soul yearned for while trying to love the one she was in.
Beliefs shattered, every emotion vomited through the system, no one to understand.
Spiritual progress, love for the abundant loneliness, a vulnerable heart which has always been so.
Summer.Yay!
More tribulation came, it was a deeper fall this time with three days of unadulterated, uninterrupted despair and no hunger.
This time the strategy was one battle at a time.
A re-emergence.
A tad bit heavier, somehow happy, still harmless and unsure, she takes her life too seriously or maybe not.
****
There is so much drama in our lives.
Thursday, 4 September 2008
Sometimes
Sometimes it takes inspiration
Sometimes it takes intervention
Sometimes a mountain is too high
Sometimes climbing it barely brings joy
Sometimes hope makes the heart glad
Sometimes it tears patience apart
Sometimes I like to please
Sometimes I want people on their knees
Sometimes tears come for no reason
Sometimes pain doesn't evoke an emotion
Sometimes we don't understand life
Sometimes this ignorance is bliss
****
But what about other times?
Sometimes it takes intervention
Sometimes a mountain is too high
Sometimes climbing it barely brings joy
Sometimes hope makes the heart glad
Sometimes it tears patience apart
Sometimes I like to please
Sometimes I want people on their knees
Sometimes tears come for no reason
Sometimes pain doesn't evoke an emotion
Sometimes we don't understand life
Sometimes this ignorance is bliss
****
But what about other times?
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