PROLIFIC BLOGGER AWARD (:

THANKS http://morbidinsanity02.wordpress.com/ FOR THE NOMINATION (:

Ok, I am going to change the game up a little because I can’t imagine only choosing one blogger as the winner because I like so many.

Ok so here are the rules, just keep writing (: and if you get a chance and only if you get a chance not today or tommorow but maybe within the month.

Here are seven facts about myself  as asked by http://morbidinsanity02.wordpress.com/ she nominated me (:

1. I am a little wierd but very loving

2. I have diognosed myself Bipolar because I hate doctors

3. I am very moody and antisocial

4. I would give you the shirt off my back

5. I do my own pedicures

6. I am a recovering herion addict and I celebrated 2 years clean Sept. 24…YIPPIE (:

7. I AM A SUCKER FOR A SOB STORY!

You must write a poem or short story mentioning all the blogs I mentioned below (: have fun.

http://ifmysoulcouldspeak.wordpress.com/

http://yomicfit.wordpress.com/

http://poetmagic.wordpress.com/

http://sagedoyle.wordpress.com/

http://lovelifeandpoetry.com/author/gloriathepoet/

http://lyricalanarchy.wordpress.com/

http://thebrineylass.wordpress.com/

http://readinpleasure.wordpress.com/

http://http://mishaburnett.wordpress.com/

http://reverendhellfire.wordpress.com/

http://window2mysoul.wordpress.com/

http://thenightsyde.wordpress.com/

http://window2mysoul.wordpress.com/

http://runningonsober.wordpress.com/

http://mentalnotes2.wordpress.com/

I COULD REALLY GO ON AND ON BUT I HAVE BEEN COPYING AND PASTING FOR OVER AN HOUR AND MY ALARM CLOCK WILL BE BUZZING IN 5 HOURS. YOU ALL ARE WINNERS (:

HAUNTED HOUSE (EXCERPT)

The things this house would tell me

So shaken by its pain

As I got older…

I started to believe everyone but me was sane

I looked at visitors with squinted eyes

Paranoid by their smiles

I made mental notes of each visitor

And planted them in my haunted files 

Their evil grins confused me

Like actors, I watched them take their place

While some blended with the walls

It was hard to hide their face

I told this house to leave me

And stop talking in my ear

No matter how hard I tried

The walls I could still hear

We moved and I was so happy

But the wall where still the same

The haunted house had followed me

And I was unprepared for these fucking games

 

I’m lost, and I’m trying to find my way back.

Where am I?

Who are you?

I’m schizo and you look schizo too.

How do I get out of this fucking box?

I’m walking but I can’t feel my feet.

I’m being pushed by a fiery heat.

OUCH!!!

That hurts.

STOP!!!

Where the fuck am I?

It’s dark.

I can’t see.

WILL SOMEONE TURN ON THE FUCKING LIGHTS!!!

Wait! Wait!

This can’t be right.

Something’s wrong.

Where are the damn lights?

It’s dark.

Shit, I’m scared.

This is weird.

Damn, it’s HOT.

WILL SOMEONE TURN THE DAMN HEAT OFF!!!

PLEASE, PLEASE….

Ok, ok let me calm down and figure out how the hell I got here so I can get the hell out.

Ok, think.

The last thing I remember.

What was the last thing I remember?

Oh, I was with that guy and he was so, so fine.

Shit, I’m drawing a blank.

My eyes are getting heavy.

I. Just. Want. To.Go. To. Sleep.

BITCH WAKE UP!!!

BITCH WAKE UP!!!

WHERE WAS I?

Oh, oh ok I remember.

The bathroom.

I was in the bathroom.

That man was with me.

I can’t keep my eyes open.

OPEN YOU’RE FUCKIN EYES.

Come on open, open…

It feels like I’m watching a movie.

This shit is crazy.

I have got to pull myself together.

It’s the PROZAC.

Yeah.

The fucking PROZAC…

FUCKIN WITH MY HEAD!

I need to get off these drugs.

HEY!!!

HEY YOU OVER THERE!!!

Where the fuck are we?

Hey, where you going?

You can’t just leave me here.

Shit I. AM. FADING.

It feels so good.

Oh please let me fade.

It feels too good to come back now.

GRAB MY HAND!!!

COME ON GRAB MY HAND!!!

I have got to leave those fucking drugs alone.

Mental note…

Need a bigger bathroom.

Thank you, Insanity.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

PROZAC

I’m lost, and I’m trying to find my way back.

Where am I?

Who are you?

I’m schizo and you look schizo too.

How do I get out of this fucking box?

I’m walking but I can’t feel my feet.

I’m being pushed by a fiery heat.

OUCH!!!

That hurts.

STOP!!!

Where the fuck am I?

It’s dark.

I can’t see.

WILL SOMEONE TURN ON THE FUCKING LIGHTS!!!

Wait! Wait!

This can’t be right.

Something’s wrong.

Where are the damn lights?

It’s dark.

Shit, I’m scared.

This is weird.

Damn, it’s HOT.

WILL SOMEONE TURN THE DAMN HEAT OFF!!!

PLEASE, PLEASE….

Ok, ok let me calm down and figure out how the hell I got here so I can get the hell out.

Ok, think.

The last thing I remember.

What was the last thing I remember?

Oh, I was with that guy and he was so, so fine.

Shit, I’m drawing a blank.

My eyes are getting heavy.

I. Just. Want. To.Go. To. Sleep.

BITCH WAKE UP!!!

BITCH WAKE UP!!!

WHERE WAS I?

Oh, oh ok I remember.

The bathroom.

I was in the bathroom.

That man was with me.

I can’t keep my eyes open.

OPEN YOU’RE FUCKIN EYES.

Come on open, open…

It feels like I’m watching a movie.

This shit is crazy.

I have got to pull myself together.

It’s the PROZAC.

Yeah.

The fucking PROZAC…

FUCKIN WITH MY HEAD!

I need to get off these drugs.

HEY!!!

HEY YOU OVER THERE!!!

Where the fuck are we?

Hey, where you going?

You can’t just leave me here.

Shit I. AM. FADING.

It feels so good.

Oh please let me fade.

It feels too good to come back now.

GRAB MY HAND!!!

COME ON GRAB MY HAND!!!

I have got to leave those fucking drugs alone.

Mental note…

Need a bigger bathroom.

Thank you, Insanity.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ABORT 30 DAYS OF HAIKUS ):

OK BLOGGERS, SO MY 30 DAYS OF HAIKUS HAVE WENT A LITTLE ARRAY. I DONT THINK I ORGANIZED MY PREPOST GOOD ENOUGH AND THEY ARE KIND OF JUMBLED. I KNEW I SCREWED UP WHEN I HAD 3 POST POP UP TODAY, SO THE NEXT TIME I WILL BE MORE ORGANIZED. I DO HAVE  A FEW MORE PREPOST I HONESTLY CAN’T TELL YOU HOW THEY WILL POP UP, ALL AT ONCE OR ONE AT A TIME SINSE I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO CHECK MY PREPOST. I’M STILL SEARCHING FOR THAT FEATURE,,,SMH

IN THE MEAN TIME I WILL CONTINUE TO DO WHAT I LOVE TO DO….I WILL WRITE (:

MY WAY, MY BLOG, MY RULES (: HAIKU FORMAT

I KNOW THAT A HAIKU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE ABOUT THE SUN, THE  MOON, THE RAIN AND SHIT LIKE THAT BUT NOT ON THIS 30 DAY HAIKU CHALLENGE. I CAN ONLY WRITE ABOUT REAL LIFE STUFF SO IF THE SUN, THE RAIN AND THE MOON IS PART OF MY EXPIRIENCE THE DAY I POST THEN YIPPIE. IF NOT I HOPE YOU ALL DONT MIND AND I HOPE YOU ALL WILL CONTINUE TO READ MY BLOG. I WILL HOWEVER FOLLOW THE 5,7,5 RULE (:

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