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...