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Hm.
Could be a thread idea, or another use for this one: a limbo or wayside rest area when you want to feel like writing but you don't really feel like it. Or the feel feels close but then you realize you have no idea what to write. Reach for something but ain't there.
 
LadynStFreknBed said:
Okay, I have to go back to work on my final project, but I had to hurry share a website with you. My daughter showed this to me. People submit text messages that they received..

http://textsfromlastnight.com/recent/1

so, be careful what u text..
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Lol very funny

hmmnmm said:
Hm.
Could be a thread idea, or another use for this one: a limbo or wayside rest area when you want to feel like writing but you don't really feel like it. Or the feel feels close but then you realize you have no idea what to write. Reach for something but ain't there.
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Uber uber hugssss you can borrow my blankie if you want hoping I won't need it today cos I just walked up the stairs without holding on to anything! good feeling
 
Yeah, they're pretty funny.

Thanks Annie. I'll be fine. Heck, it was a mere couple weeks ago I became excited about a direction to take with writing, which a test poem confirmed it was definitely something I could enjoy doing. Forget what caused the interest diversion. Maybe it'll come back. Must forget about the acoustic. It is simply unavailable for now. That's the way it is. It's a great day for it though.
 
hmmnmm said:
Hm.
Could be a thread idea, or another use for this one: a limbo or wayside rest area when you want to feel like writing but you don't really feel like it. Or the feel feels close but then you realize you have no idea what to write. Reach for something but ain't there.
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Sounds like a good idea. The words won't come at times. Especially difficult if you want/need it by some time which draws near.
 
Saw a thing with Melissa Etheridge the other night. Had a wall of guitars. I coveted, deeply coveted. Guitar becomes unplayable? Needs fixin? No problem. Send it out, reach up to the wall and grab another. Alas...
 
UnderYourSpell said:
Uber uber hugssss you can borrow my blankie if you want hoping I won't need it today cos I just walked up the stairs without holding on to anything! good feeling
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Glad to hear about your progress. I usually only have to deal with stairs in the parking garage at work. I tend to be lazy - walk down in morning, up with elevator in evening.
 
On the other hand there is a certain beauty to the idea of working within limitations. Instead of lamenting what you don't have, do as much as you can with what you do have. So...
 
if he'd just asked first... "you're gonna tinker with my guitar? Wow, that's nice of you... hm, no not too low. Hm, no not too light. Actually, the minor glitches aside, it's in pretty good shape the way it is. Actually I just saw into the future and your golden-intentioned offer to help will result in a very frustrating situation, so let's pass on the guitar-tinkering for now. Besides there's a lot of sentimental value to it, and I'd rather work around the relatively minor snags than risk messing up the whole thing. Thank you oh so much though. Really great of you to offer."

Alas.
 
Now look this is festering in your mind and will continue to do so until you mention it to the guy, won't make it right again I know but at least it will have been said (you can do it kindly can't you?) and no chance of him fiddling again. Men have a thing about fiddling around with things that don't need it and need to to be reminded not to occassionally.
 
UnderYourSpell said:
Now look this is festering in your mind and will continue to do so until you mention it to the guy, won't make it right again I know but at least it will have been said (you can do it kindly can't you?) and no chance of him fiddling again. Men have a thing about fiddling around with things that don't need it and need to to be reminded not to occassionally.
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Yeah, it's a major unhealthy habit, keeping things bottled up. He's about due to come out for a visit and the issue will certainly come up. Actually yesterday I messed around and might have it back close to what it was, except I'm shy a string and one of the drawbacks of this otherwise wonderful town is the absence of a music store. So again, so close yet over one hundred miles away.
 
I dream of uncapping the bottle someday, but I wouldn't want to really hurt anyone either. I also noticed a strange or not so strange connection. Yesterday when I realized the old acoustic felt almost like it originally did, there was this feeling of elation, and not only did I begin to get excited about playing it again, but also excited about writing again. Then I realized I picked up a cranky attitude about a year ago, which later I couldn't pinpoint the cause, but it really coincides with when the acoustic problems started. Like it's an influence. Like a source of comfort taken for granted; when it was removed, it affected everything else, like a chain reaction but I didn't think it was intricately connected. Or like a support. When it's there, anything seems possible and everything feels like love. Without it, everything feels off. And it's been that way for about the last year. I don't think it's coincidence.
 
hmmnmm said:
I dream of uncapping the bottle someday, but I wouldn't want to really hurt anyone either. I also noticed a strange or not so strange connection. Yesterday when I realized the old acoustic felt almost like it originally did, there was this feeling of elation, and not only did I begin to get excited about playing it again, but also excited about writing again. Then I realized I picked up a cranky attitude about a year ago, which later I couldn't pinpoint the cause, but it really coincides with when the acoustic problems started. Like it's an influence. Like a source of comfort taken for granted; when it was removed, it affected everything else, like a chain reaction but I didn't think it was intricately connected. Or like a support. When it's there, anything seems possible and everything feels like love. Without it, everything feels off. And it's been that way for about the last year. I don't think it's coincidence.
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I want my old rut back the place that had it's mild annoyances and gripes but not this. I've been sick before but I've never been immobile before well not this much. I've been told patience is what I need and I will get there but it's scary. When I had pneumonia the funny thing is I didn't really feel ill but Ron's told me since that my temp went through the roof and nothing they were giving me was working that it was touch and go at one point. But I didn't feel ill it's really weird I just wanted to go home and thought they would let me out in a couple of days, but my temp would drop a bit then soar again so why didn't I feel absolutely rotten? With flu when I get a temp I feel like I've been run over by a truck when they were trying to just keep me around I kept asking why I wasn't being let home!
 
hmmnmm said:
I dream of uncapping the bottle someday, but I wouldn't want to really hurt anyone either. I also noticed a strange or not so strange connection. Yesterday when I realized the old acoustic felt almost like it originally did, there was this feeling of elation, and not only did I begin to get excited about playing it again, but also excited about writing again. Then I realized I picked up a cranky attitude about a year ago, which later I couldn't pinpoint the cause, but it really coincides with when the acoustic problems started. Like it's an influence. Like a source of comfort taken for granted; when it was removed, it affected everything else, like a chain reaction but I didn't think it was intricately connected. Or like a support. When it's there, anything seems possible and everything feels like love. Without it, everything feels off. And it's been that way for about the last year. I don't think it's coincidence.
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Hope you get your acoustic back as you like it soon.
I too am inclined to keep such things inside. Sometimes that's good - if we could read others minds there might be a lot more mayhem, at least until we developed enough tolerance for others possibly objectionable thoughts and feelings.
 
UnderYourSpell said:
There's a poem somewhere there about uncapping the bottle
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One time I was terribly hung over and wanted some aspirin. Couldn't get the blasted cap off, with the 'childproof' cap. I ended up breaking the bottle (hard plastic). That would be another kind of poem.
 
EroticOrogeny said:
One time I was terribly hung over and wanted some aspirin. Couldn't get the blasted cap off, with the 'childproof' cap. I ended up breaking the bottle (hard plastic). That would be another kind of poem.
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roflllllll I can just see your frustration write it just like that and so will everyone else must be some trigger you can use it on
 
hangover

UnderYourSpell said:
roflllllll I can just see your frustration write it just like that and so will everyone else must be some trigger you can use it on
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hazy room spins, crazy head throbs
squeezed in compression, pain needs suppression
medicine cabinet - aspirin !
fingers fumble, childproof cap won't budge
hurl bottle across room - still closed
bash and break it, swallow several
 
for two measely
pain-killer tablets
hunt for a hammer
ballpeen
or sledge

no matter
no laughing
matter at least
ha ha ha ha

just something
that breaks
something else
and a pain
is made dead
 
Question
Do you know what a Riddle me ree is do you have them in the US? I'm hoping the answer is yes or my next poem hits trouble at the outset
 
It doesn't ring a bell to me, but I'm not in much of a cultural loop. Someone else may be more aware.

I'm sure it'll be a great poem no matter.
 
hmmnmm said:
It doesn't ring a bell to me, but I'm not in much of a cultural loop. Someone else may be more aware.

I'm sure it'll be a great poem no matter.
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Awwwww you're such a honeybunch

It's like
My first is in curly cos thats what it is
my second in fucking do it in this
my third is in anal you won't find it there
my last in a tremendous orgasmic affair.

sorry just made that up lol
 
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