Moochie’s Meandering Missives (and a pic or two)

It drips as I move the dishes through
Soft splashes
Of soapy water,
The scratch of the sponge
Against the ceramic,
And there’s a drip of a faucet that is broken.

I try not to think,
Allow my mind to wander
To thoughts of if you were mine again,
Or if the world was different
As I remove a glass from suds,
And there’s a drip of the faucet that is broken.

There’s always this feeling
That everything is wrong,
Or my insides might implode with flames
That would engulf me as I stand
An inferno blazing in front of this sink,
And there’s a drip of the faucet that is broken.

On the outside
There’s nothing new
To anyone who doesn’t know,
So I convince myself
It is normal to cry into dishwater -
And there’s a drip of the faucet that is broken.

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Your picture is lovely and moving and your words are poignant :rose:
 
An everyday mundane activity mixed with your current feelings.
You always have the knack of attaching a relevant photo too.

The thing about the mundane
Is it allows your mind
To wander off
Into and onto
Subjects you don’t often think of.

This morning,
I couldn’t help but think
What humiliation
Of a service sub would feel like
As they caress the porcelain
Of the one they’re devoted,
Treating it with the respect necessary,
And proceeding to clean it
Better than the dishes
They drink from.


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The thing about the mundane
Is it allows your mind
To wander off
Into and onto
Subjects you don’t often think of.

This morning,
I couldn’t help but think
What humiliation
Of a service sub would feel like
As they caress the porcelain
Of the one they’re devoted,
Treating it with the respect necessary,
And proceeding to clean it
Better than the dishes
They drink from.

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So very true. Mundane tasks are good at emptying the mind of painful memories etc allowing us to focus on things that normally we wouldn’t give the time of day to.
 
I make you uncomfortable
Showing so openly
The pain I feel
And the fact that
It's seeming to take me forever
To get past this.

I'm told over and over
That I shouldn't dwell
That I should buck up
That I should think of the future
That I shouldn't feel like this much longer
That I should be better soon...
And I'm trying...
I really am...
But I can't.

I can't process this like it seems everyone else can.
I need to dwell on the past so that I can savor it for just a little bit longer
I need to allow myself to feel this pain which is too fresh to ignore
I need to still my heart in order to think of any future where we're not
I need to take my time
I need to be able to do this for me.

So before you say something
About fish,
Take a step back
And remind yourself
Of my first post of this thread:
This is for me.
This is not for you.

(And I’m still not afraid to use this if necessary)

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So before you say something
About fish,
Take a step back
And remind yourself
Of my first post of this thread:
This is for me.
This is not for you.

(And I’m still not afraid to use this if necessary)

Only way to approach an am pic thread
Or most of life
 
So before you say something
About fish,
Take a step back
And remind yourself
Of my first post of this thread:
This is for me.
This is not for you.

(And I’m still not afraid to use this if necessary)[/QUOTE]

I wasn't going to say anything.... BUT....You can still use that if you'd like. :devil:;)
 
I make you uncomfortable
Showing so openly
The pain I feel
And the fact that
It's seeming to take me forever
To get past this.

I'm told over and over
That I shouldn't dwell
That I should buck up
That I should think of the future
That I shouldn't feel like this much longer
That I should be better soon...
And I'm trying...
I really am...
But I can't.

I can't process this like it seems everyone else can.
I need to dwell on the past so that I can savor it for just a little bit longer
I need to allow myself to feel this pain which is too fresh to ignore
I need to still my heart in order to think of any future where we're not
I need to take my time
I need to be able to do this for me.

So before you say something
About fish,
Take a step back
And remind yourself
Of my first post of this thread:
This is for me.
This is not for you.

(And I’m still not afraid to use this if necessary)

The pains of our past and present, help to shape our future. When it comes to matters of our heart and mind, we are all different and deal with things as differently as the next person. Time is what you need... time to dwell; time to remember; time to reminisce; time to deal with and accept the pain. I may be the last person you want to hear from, but I felt an urge to say something. Take the time you need to move on... for now, stay put, stay safe and please know, that there are people who care about you.
((HUGGS))
:kiss::rose:
 
I make you uncomfortable
Showing so openly
The pain I feel
And the fact that
It's seeming to take me forever
To get past this.

I'm told over and over
That I shouldn't dwell
That I should buck up
That I should think of the future
That I shouldn't feel like this much longer
That I should be better soon...
And I'm trying...
I really am...
But I can't.

I can't process this like it seems everyone else can.
I need to dwell on the past so that I can savor it for just a little bit longer
I need to allow myself to feel this pain which is too fresh to ignore
I need to still my heart in order to think of any future where we're not
I need to take my time
I need to be able to do this for me.

So before you say something
About fish,
Take a step back
And remind yourself
Of my first post of this thread:
This is for me.
This is not for you.

(And I’m still not afraid to use this if necessary)

Everyone works at a different pace, you will find yours and rise out of the darkness eventually.

Don’t point that strap on towards me as it’s going nowhere near me. :kiss::kiss:
 
I have daggers through me
Shafts of pain that run
Up and down,
In and out,
Unendingly
Being thrust deeper
With an agony shooting
Through my core.

Other people
Want to pull each blade out
As soon as they feel the sting
Of their point,
But I want to let them stay
Because each edge
Is like knowing
A new punishment
About something
I didn’t know I needed
Until now.
With you.

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I have daggers through me
Shafts of pain that run
Up and down,
In and out,
Unendingly
Being thrust deeper
With an agony shooting
Through my core.

Other people
Want to pull each blade out
As soon as they feel the sting
Of their point,
But I want to let them stay
Because each edge
Is like knowing
A new punishment
About something
I didn’t know I needed
Until now.
With you.

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It’s a pain like no other
 
I have daggers through me
Shafts of pain that run
Up and down,
In and out,
Unendingly
Being thrust deeper
With an agony shooting
Through my core.

Other people
Want to pull each blade out
As soon as they feel the sting
Of their point,
But I want to let them stay
Because each edge
Is like knowing
A new punishment
About something
I didn’t know I needed
Until now.
With you.

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These words reminded me of a poem ... or at least words I wrote took me a bit to find it as it was on a memory stick, but I'd like to share it with you since your words reminded me of it.

The pain inside is never ending
The loneliness tears me up
I cry at night before I sleep
The sadness filling me up

I avoid the issue when awake
No one wants to hear me whine
I go through the day routinely
Could even do it blind

I see your eyes when mine are closed
I feel your lips against my own
Your skin being warmed by mine
Our bodies becoming intertwined

The pain is welling again
I cannot alleviate the fears
I miss the family we shared
It’s over, bring on the tears
 
I have daggers through me
Shafts of pain that run
Up and down,
In and out,
Unendingly
Being thrust deeper
With an agony shooting
Through my core.

Other people
Want to pull each blade out
As soon as they feel the sting
Of their point,
But I want to let them stay
Because each edge
Is like knowing
A new punishment
About something
I didn’t know I needed
Until now.
With you.
It is clear that you know what is needed more than anyone else. Carry on Moochie. Carry on.
 
Knife play brings that extra "edge" to proceedings, don't you think?

By the way: I am gonna carry the mental image of cutting up the box to my first conference call of the day, where it is desperately needed.

There’s something about the danger involved when something sharp is pressed against, into, drawn across...

I love Halloween. Scary movies are my jam (of course, Manni watches with and keeps me safe...). I once snuck away from my family at a major theme park to ride a rollercoaster no one else wanted to go on. I love the thrill genuine fear gives.

I hope your conference call went well... I know mine was less than productive. It’s really difficult to be heard as a staff member in a meeting when the management outweigh you in both number and vocal opinion... 😒
 
Left
Right
Left
Right

Each foot fall
Further in time
Each foot fall
Further from you

I keep telling myself to
Stop falling apart
I keep telling myself to
Keep walking

Right
Left
Right
Left

Something feels so right
When I think of us
I can’t reprogram my thoughts yet
When I think of us

I’m having a difficult time
Marching away
I keep watching as time is
Marching away

One foot
Another
One foot
Another

I’m too tired to keep going
Please come to me now
Wrap my arm over your shoulders
Lift my legs at the knee
And show me how to carry on
If this is how it needs to be.

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It always gets worse before it improves.

Like in the olden days before modern antibiotics, when someone had a fever and was very ill, then the body received some form of trigger and gradually fought through the fever to return to somewhere near what they were before.

Keep safe.:kiss::kiss:
 

It has been quite some time
Since a static image
Had given my body such a rise
That it sent a message to my brain
Saying I want to fuck it

I was reading your words as I do
Then I happened upon this image
And quite frankly had come to not really give a shit about your words or what they said.

Quite frankly
I want to pull those panties down over your ass and shove my dick in the quickest whatever hole of yours that it found.
 
Left
Right
Left
Right

Each foot fall
Further in time
Each foot fall
Further from you

I keep telling myself to
Stop falling apart
I keep telling myself to
Keep walking

Right
Left
Right
Left

Something feels so right
When I think of us
I can’t reprogram my thoughts yet
When I think of us

I’m having a difficult time
Marching away
I keep watching as time is
Marching away

One foot
Another
One foot
Another

I’m too tired to keep going
Please come to me now
Wrap my arm over your shoulders
Lift my legs at the knee
And show me how to carry on
If this is how it needs to be.

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So sorry for your journey through this pain, Moochie. Your words and picture make your pain so palpable, so real to us. :rose:
 
One toe in first
Approaching the boundary
Getting closer
Lead by the breeze
Your words in my ear
As the world around does somersaults
My mind is brought somewhere else
To where waves crash into my body
And the flood fills me with a calm
My mind is found somewhere else
As the world around does backflips
Your sounds in my ear
Lead by the breeze
Getting closer
Approaching the edge
One toe in first.

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