The Spider

Nine minutes from start to finish... slow to build with a slingshot ending...

Scribbles #38

A kiss, when least expected, warm and wet, igniting ripples of delicious shivers, spreading outward from my loins. A rainy day, a hot cup of hazelnut coffee, no appointments to meet and a gripping novel for the reading. Watching a...

I see you

I see you my babes. I smile to know you are there. You souls who have gathered here. Eternal souls who are ageless encased in aging bodies. The souls who in looking in the mirror see their images change and grow older while they,  who 'is' looking,...

The Negativity Given

The negativity given, inserted, spat into me had no invitation. It sits in my soul, cocky, arrogant, vengeful. It rips my heart,  deep wounds of hatred, gashing my innards with its blade sharp and cold. Once within me, its greed for growth...

A Video... Warm and Cozy

Tis an oldie but a goodie to warm up your soul and bring a smile to your lips. The first time I saw this video, my innocent self, dissolved into tears from the sheer beauty of his idea.  I was moved, touched by this man's effort to bring forth an...

Regurgitation Number Three, a Thoughts' Blogger

She sits in the front row, hands clasped in her lap. When your eyes peruse her, there is shock to find tightly laced combat boots as her choice of footwear. Your eyes rest on the boots wondering how the white lace collar demurely worn up to her chin...

Bah Hum Bug Misanthropy

Why is it that  when someone blogs their anger it’s 'telling it like it is'? Isn’t a blog expressing another emotion also 'like it is'? Why is it if someone has decided to hold on to their anger until it hardens into a brittle veneer their views are...

Walking the Runway er Plank?

"Get out there!"  the creator said.  IT was told to walk the runway but as it looked down into the depths of cyber somehow the runway looked more like a plank on a pirate ship.  It was told to smile, to walk proudly, to present!  And it wanted...

Scalded by the Negativity

Heavy in heart I move away from the computer. I feel myself scalded by the heat of negativity scourging through cyber. With pencil and ‘Book’ in hand, I walk into my front room where the sun is spraying yellow streaks, fingers of light on the...

The Crash on Thoughts.com

Today a wrong was called out on Thoughts. A wrong which in itself is a shade-of-gray crime in the Books of Wrongs. However, this wrong has consequences which have wounded some of the good people here in our ‘family’. Consequences that have deeper...

She Casts a Long Shadow...

She casts a long shadow here on thoughts, a shadow of bravery. The word that comes to mind when I think of her is fierce; fiercely brave, fiercely expressive, fiercely eloquent. She smells out the nonsense but is also sympathetic and understanding. She...

For Now

I am in the basement, in a small corner, crouched, hiding; a moment of cowardice, maybe two. Not sure what’s next. Do I go upstairs and mingle with everyone? I don’t feel confident, I feel safer hiding down here in the dark. Me, myself and I are...

Scribbles #35

The little boy peered through the parted branches. What he saw scared him, confused him. He had been tending the flock when he first heard the singing. A weird kind of singing, an off melody, a little screechy causing rippling strange shivers in his...

Behind the IP Address

I know her only through words.  Words she strings in sentences that fatten into paragraphs hinting at the woman behind the IP address.  She writes about her life, her heartache, her hopes.  I can feel her tears, hear her sighs, see her frowns; ...

Influx Inspired

Our Influx posted a blog on which I couldn't comment. Her posting was a flawless execution, as all her writings are, of her wonderings why it is difficult for all of us to be our authentic selves. After reading her piece, I found myself mute unable to...

Scribbles #34

Oh this is not good, I whisper, as I stare at myself in the mirror.  What was in that smoothie she offered me?  Nah, not to worry, probably a slight case of indigestion, I logically explain to myself, bound to clear up by tomorrow. A strange...

What do I want to say?

What do I want to say on these white pristine pages?  Out of habit I continue to write in a lined exercise book, retype it into cyber and then post.  This book gives me solace.  It is I and it together in perfect communion.  This is where I express my...

An Open Letter to a Liar

It is pitch black.  I know, sense other presences although I cannot see them.  There is no tiny glimmer of light perhaps to form shadows.  Although I have been here for awhile, my eyes continue to register deep all encompassing dark.   On the sides,...

What's wrong, what's wrong, what's wrong!

In my thirties I studied psychology. I read voraciously, poured over Freud, Adler and Jung.   At the time I truly believed that the answers were there. It took some time to realize it but one day I noticed that I was looking at everyone and...

Glorious Drama

Wherever people gather there will be drama. Whenever people communicate there will be confusion. Whenever people reach out there will be misunderstandings. This is our glory, this is our sadness. It is our glory because no matter how others...

Please Understand Me

I am shouting. I am yelling as loud as I am able. I go closer to you hoping you will hear me better. The noise I am creating pounds in my ears, vibrates in my body, thunders in my mind. It beats within my chest resounding, echoing throughout my heart. ...

100 Word Horror Story

I stole this from Boots who stole it from Perigo who stole it from Rupert.  Not being as computer savy as Boots, I didn't know how to put auto links so that you could easily see their blogs.  Sorry.  By the way, I'm up for that piece of information if...

Trapped in a Yellow Tulip

My friend Linda is passionate about gardening. Whenever I visit her, most of our time together is taken up in admiring her garden. She leads me through the changes she’s made. She describes her vision for the future development of her yard. With...

For Dearest Sir Tie

How I wish you were here... In a moment, a drop of water Joined the ocean, an ocean vast Glowing in the heavens... In that moment, a drop of water Knew the ocean not as an ocean But as infinite drops of water He was but...

Do I look Different?

Larry looked in the mirror and thought, "I wonder if anyone will notice at the office?"