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Name: Suge
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Birthday: 10/14/1983
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Interests: Faking illnesses, killing zombies, making art out of paperclips...
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Monday, November 09, 2009

Stuck

I like being single. In fact, I absolutely love it. I hate the idea of having to check in with a significant other. I hate the idea of living in fear of getting pregnant because one time, I was slut enough to not take my pill. I hate the idea of spending the rest of my life with one person and pretending to be in love after the first year of fail. I hate it all. I'm single and I like it and I wish more of my friends were single too.

Not that I mean to knock anyone's relationship or marriage, that is not my intention. What I mean is that I don't understand you humans and your need for constant gratification so much that you look for it in someone else. What is it with people needing to be loved? I don't understand, someone explain it to me because I feel quite alien to the idea of it.

I've never considered myself like anyone in this world. Sex isn't very interesting to me, being in love is ridiculous, marriage is a joke, and I don't think I'd be a good mother to anyone kid. That's not to say that I hate kids. Not at all. Well maybe a little. But I love my nieces and I think that that's all the kids I'm willing to have in my life e.i. I don't feel like bringing in anymore.

Ugh, I just burped and regurgitated salad. Never a good idea. Here's a picture of my Ruby, stuck in a laundry basket.

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Okay, now that I've swallowed back the chunks, I'm good now.

I recently had to tell my mom that I don't plan on having kids and it kinda pissed her off but then she laughed. I guess she thinks I'll magically screw up and fall vagina first into a puddle of jizz, thus securing an heir to the royal throne. She's nuts. I get tired of people encouraging me to get into a relationship. That's balls man, and I'm selfish in that I like being around me and that's enough to really make me dislike being around others in a romantic sense. And in other senses too.

But, that's just me...


Tuesday, November 03, 2009

I want oatmeal

So far, my novel is at 3,471 words. I'm really intrigued by it, even I don't know what's going to happen next.

And I'm still writing poetry as well, that never takes a backseat to anything! As a matter of fact, here's a poem.

#41

Story...

Slipping down rows
Of nonsense and
Hoping to find miracles
In corners gathering cobwebs
Like a mind gathers bad memories.

My eyes are broken,
Sight is not what it
Used to be, I no longer
See to experience,
I see to spot the pitfalls
Of my future.

They say I'm not a child
Anymore but I say
They are not people
Anymore, and so goes the story.

10-6-09

 

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So, last night, I was getting ready for bed and my kitty, Ruby, is at the sliding glass window, hissing like crazy. The shade is shut so I can't see her or what she's freaking out about. I assume it's just another cat outside or her own reflection. Then I hear a voice outside. I stop and give a listen and hear some dood, probably drunk, talking to Ruby outside of my sliding glass window. And she is not happy about that. She then comes back from the shades and is all fat and poofy and just looks mad. Rather than act like a normal human being and call 911 because some dood is prowling, I through  back the shade and open the door to the guy and say "Can I help you?" in an angered tone. The guy freaks out and runs off. Cool story huh?


Monday, November 02, 2009

Obsessions...

I am in a very foul mood right now and only because I just found out that my water bottle is crooked and leaning. I do not know why this is but it is bothering me to the point of anxiety. I'm not crazy! I swear there's something wrong with it! I gotta get rid of it! I spent like ten minutes inspecting it, trying to see where the problem was but, shit, I'm not sure. I just have a faulty water bottle. Life is not fair.

So, halloween was a lot of fun... Sorta... Well, it was fun if your definition of fun is doing everything so your dumb ass sister has to do very little. Then yes, it was excellent fun! I didn't appreciate the fact that my sister refused to carve pumpkins and then had dad get pumpkins for her to carve, and then she couldn't carve them, but her kids wanted carved pumpkins, so who got stuck with that job? ME!

Which meant I had to grab up some pumpkins and bring them to my place to carve. There were five pumpkins. I carved them in two hours and was exhausted. Then I had to load the pumpkins up in my car and drive them back to my sister. The result was a pumpkin party in my trunk.

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Yes, that's blood on the pumpkin, my pumpkin. And yes, that's a giant rubber ducky behind my pumpkin. That picture actually makes me giggle... I can only imagine the story behind this scene...

Moving on...

After getting to my sisters place, we went down to moms house to eat goulash which tasted like feet (after all these years, she hasn't modified her recipe) and then I had to do three of my nieces' make up.

That wasn't as bad as I am making it. I actually kinda had fun.

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Evalea was simple enough, she was a butterfly fairy.

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Kiley was a vampire and thus, slightly more challenging. But since I put my make up on in nearly the same fashion as I did hers, it wasn't too difficult.

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Creepy and cute, together in one picture. Added bonus peace sign included.

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Angel all made up... Or, as we affectionately started calling her, Queenie.

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This lil princess had just woken up from a nap and was not interested in make up. So we just pulled her hair back and put on a crown. Once she got a little candy in her, she was happier.

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Pumpkins just chillin'...

Yeah it was a lot of fun but I'm so glad it was over. I dressed up as well, however, as the photographer, there are no pictures of me. I reside behind the camera. I was swine flu for halloween. It was a simple costume consisting of a pig ears and tail, and wings. I won fifty dollars in the employee costume contest on friday. I spent it all on movies and cheap thrills.

Anyhow, it is now November which means it's National Novel Writing Month. I've already started and am at about a thousand words so far. I plan on doing some more writing once I get home, I've been doing a little bit here and there at work but my creativity is constantly stifled no thanks to the constant questioning and phone ringing and my short attention span.

Click here!

Right there is more info on what NaNoWriMo is all about. Basically, it's simple, just writing a novel of fifty thousand words. Simple enough. I did it last year and then abandoned my novel completely. The story was poor and was going nowhere. In the end, I was desperate to end it, so the main character almost got raped and ended up in the hospital. I had intended on finishing that story for this year's novel writing month but I don't think I can get back into it so I decided to write something else. And what I'm writing now, I'm quite pleased with. At least I'm pleased with it now, I might not feel the same later, when I'm struggling to make things happen.

So there you  have it.


Thursday, October 29, 2009

For a writer, I have no words...

I have had this blank entry set up for over an hour now and I can't think of anything decent to say. I feel like I have nothing to rant about and I might just have to share a poem.

By the way, the word of the day is Sallow. Use it in a sentence.

 

#38

Bleed from Angles

It's gray,
And it's always gray.
A world in which
No color exists
Plagues me, as I can
No longer feel.

I ignore the clouds.
So blurry and blended
Together, forming
A new sky,
Sallow as a dead body.

The land rolls
By and by.
Hill after hill,
I fall from them all.
I slide down
And rest upon the green.

I bleed from angles.
Left and right.
It mixes with rain puddles.
I realize I am dirty,
Turn over and face
The light.

10-1-09

~update~

I finally figured out what I'm going to be for Halloween. I'm pretty excited. It's simple and easy.

In other news, I was talking to my friend (who pisses me off) today and I told her she might have chiggers, but only because her rash around her leg sounds like something chiggers could cause. My dad lectured me on chiggers last night. I think my dad is full of all kinds of cool random info...


Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Stupid girl...

I did finally apologize to my sister yesterday. I sent her an ecard and she messaged me and we chatted and things are smoothed over. She said she was a silly tramp, I said I was a stupid whore. Together, we'd make an interesting book.

I'm sick. I have infected lymphnodes. It's not so good. The sky is amazing over here...

I don't have a computer at the moment. My laptop died on me and I'm waiting for my new one. Right now they are transferring all my data from my old laptop to my new one. It sucks because, I'm sure that there are folders and files that I did not list on the form that are going to be forever lost and that really sucks.

In other news, I really wish I would have called in sick. I'm feeling very uncomfortable. I'm not happy with my choice of pants today and I hate the shoes I decided to wear. The shirt I'm wearing is not staying where it should, the wire in my bra is digging into me, and my hair looks weird. I should have just stayed home. If I would have known that I'd be suffering a sensory overload so early in the morning, I would have turned off my alarm clock. This is bullshit.

#35

I stand over him to laugh as he takes his last breath

Disemboweled,
My love lays
On the floor
Bleeding delicious
Crimson life
Onto the floor.
Perhaps I giggled,
Believed his heart
To be pure but
It quickly filled
With the blackest
Bile, sticky with
Mephitic odors climbing
To greet the eyes.
Adipose fingers
Slide around, a
Concept they hope to grasp.

9-30-09

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Still going with the writing.... I'm almost to fifty, the halfway mark. Hurray...

 

Oh, and Suge's Word Of The Day is Adipose. Try using it in a sentence.



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