Somehow…Someone has removed the back light from the scenery of that ‘time’
I choke at the thought of cutting you so deep
I wish I’d had the skills to deal with our explosions and your complexity; I wish I’d known then how to care for you in the way you needed and deserved, and to diffuse the sparks that our temperaments often ignited when we collided!
My instant reaction to all this, is one of intense hope and brewing shame
Regret washes through me, yet it doesn’t rinse me as it should, but drowns me instead…by intensifying and lengthening the flashbacks. The editing of our show has been re-worked…new scenes that barely registered now wipe me sideways, the depth of passion and crazy confusion is just so ‘visible’ all of a sudden Read the rest of this entry
You are the only one who makes me want to go back in time
You are the one who made our life a fairytale
You are the one I feared losing most
You are the one who came at the worst possible time
You are the one who deserved every single thing I ever gave to anyone else
You are the one I cannot remember without trying to forget how much I loved you Read the rest of this entry
Your gone but not forgotten
Hope holds your face in my mind
Hope prevents your presence from fading, long past the day you faded from me
Hope loses itself in the ecstasy of the songs of hope
Hope imprisons my heart in your hopeless hands
Hope straps itself to my recovery and drags me under again
Then just when I am about to drown…
Hope saves my life and I float to the surface again Read the rest of this entry
There is nothing more irritating in life than the people who claim to be experts on an issue that they have no experience of
A bit like people who write entire books on parenting when they’ve never actually cared for a child for more than a day…They tend to take a ‘preachy’ view on issues, and feel they are superior for knowing what really makes a good parent, when in reality, they’d fold up and over if they were left alone with 3 kids for more than an hour
I’ve met a few people who ‘preach’ about true love, when they’ve never really cared for a partner properly, let alone loved them
Unconditional love is without doubt a beautiful process, the kinda love we have for our siblings or our friends…Time, distance, change, rejection, location all interfere with this kinda love, but if it’s unconditional it never leaves, we forgive and still love because we have no control over taking it away
Being in love though, whether we like it or not… it is different. We start out in a blaze of glory and before long, we begin to behave like idiots because we’re often in a bit of an emotional pickle when we fall IN love
It’s not perfect, or god like, and it doesn’t feel the same when time, distance, change, rejection and location interfere with what once felt like perfection Read the rest of this entry
Some time ago I was talking to an old friend about love and he suggested that loving and caring behaviours are nothing more than obligations… forced upon us by society
Others argue that women have been bitch slapped into unhealthy fairy tales by Walt Disney and the like. Proposing that most women have idealistic and unrealistic aims when it comes to finding and maintaining loving relationships
Well, I have just watched ‘Love Actually’ for the umpteenth time, and I noticed that every time I welled up with tears… I also got goosebumps!
I checked out the reason for this and found out that goosebumps are linked to the part of the brain that controls our emotional responses
If love is nothing more than an obligatory act, how come our entire bodies react to it in the same way every time love or its side effects are displayed? Either in person, or through movies and songs Read the rest of this entry
Big is BIG by nature, so she did everything she could to source a giant canvas and an oversized pad, and she filled them with everything she could – A 33rd of her pie
Small is MASSIVE by nature, but when she thought small was small, medium and large, she did them MASSIVE anyway – A 32th (tooth) of 32’s
Word Count – 59
They had been married for 50 years
They were cute to watch
I asked them what their secret was
Vera said – We agreed that we were forever, so all the obstacles became problems to solve, instead of reasons to part
Fred said – I couldn’t live without her love, she is my fuel
Word Count – 51
It was Official
The world had gone mad, proper mad!
In their (perceived) infinite wisdom, they (the powerful) knew it was time to press the button on those dreaded nuclear reactors
Worst plan ever (unless you’re one of those in the know)
They pressed the mad button and much to their dis-may, not to mention the all consuming shock
The population of the world all shot out like a rocket (literally) with a big old fat smile on their faces, fully healthy and unharmed, buzzing from the best rollercoaster ride, that took place on a world-wide scale, every soul was rammo’d in the main room. Armed with and made of, the greatest weapon on earth – LOVE – None disputed it, they’d been locked inside the metal boys invention with the joy juice, for far too long to ever ever not know it Read the rest of this entry
Issues for the Upcoming Meeting
Firstly, I would like clarification on the geographical boundaries that exist within the city centre of Moon Pig, being as you know I’m a moron when it comes to geography and spatial awareness. I know not where I live, so, I know not how to choose from any possible future opportunities, without your blessed and necessary guidance
Secondly, after discovering the amount of pure unadulterated love that I have coming my way, through the electro-waves, all the live long day and night. I would like to suggest a policy idea to address the issue. Read the rest of this entry
Dawny’s getting all cryptic,
Cos I’ve switched again, it’s got all happy and mystic
And I’m sick of looking like a tit with the blatant squit, so I’m getting all clever ‘Miss Missy of the Mississippi!’
You gotta love the dark and twisty’s,
They sometimes provide such marvellous mysteries,
I can honestly say I am never really bored,
Today I’ve been pondering Pet Passports and The Lord Read the rest of this entry
“I love you”
“I love you too”
“I want to be with you forever”
“I want to be with you forever too”
“I will stand by you forever”
“I will stand by you too”
“I’m still standing, darling”
“Hello…Are you there?”
“Is anybody there?”
Silence is the Difference
“I love you”
“I love you too”
(He thinks… but she’s loved before. So he says)
“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen”
“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen”
(He thinks…but she’s loved beautiful people before. So he says)
“Will you marry me?”
(He thinks….At last, she’s never said yes and meant it before)
Actually, stuck between Feng Shui, Sentiment, E-Bay and The Bin…
I have almost a thousand pounds worth of assorted paraphernalia for my wedding, sitting on top of the freezer in bags…and I’m not getting married anymore.
I don’t know what to do with it!?!
Feng Shui says it’s shooting death arrows into my very soul on a daily basis, and that I need to dispose of it, pronto!
Sentiment says, that sat amongst the invitations and the glitter, are handmade treasures with my blood, sweat, tears, heart and soul in them. Leave them here Dawny… says sentiment, they’re not doing any harm
The Bin is where they need to go
And E-Bay is where everyone keeps telling me to send them. But who wants to buy 2nd hand wedding goods from the woman who was stood up just before the altar? All cos they’re cheap?
Aside from this…
Ethically, I can’t bring myself to flog my cursed ivory goods, onto an unsuspecting soul who is looking forward to a long marriage Read the rest of this entry
It’s such an American term… but I fear its worldwide use has made it a necessary thing, a thing to find at the end of a relationship, for us all.
In most relationships, it comes without explanation. If you’re in one of those normal one’s where you’re both party to the demise and break up, then it’s not rocket science to read between the lines!
You don’t need to look at each other and say :- I don’t like you anymore, we argue all the time, it’s not been right for a long time, I screwed the gardener, oh don’t worry I screwed my secretary etc. You both kinda know as you’ve been living in reality…
BUT, what happens when you get dumped, and you’re not really sure why?
What about if you’re one of those people who waved your partner off for milk and bread one morning, It’s 6 years later, and you’re still waiting for them to come back?
Or perhaps, you woke up in your new twister chair to find your future husband gone, but the washing up dutifully completed? Read the rest of this entry
“Here’s your post”
(Man opens the letter)
“Is divorce really necessary?”
“Yes…You’ve broken my heart”
“That’s a little extreme isn’t it darling? How did I manage that?”
“Polite indifference mainly…Now sign them you nonchalant prick”
“I’ll be sure to have them back with you by 5pm, latest. Bye darling”
That would be everyone then?
I decided to do a little bit of research into my love life a few weeks ago
And I typed ‘why am I attracted to crazy people’ into Google. (Please note, I wasn’t presuming I am remotely sane when I typed it…So it was more a ‘2 way’ research jobby ;))
Anyhoo, by the time I’d reached the bottom of page 2, I was a broken woman!
Firstly, it would seem that only women are deemed nutters, as every bleeding article for 2 pages was about crazy women…I’ve met my fair share of nutters and around half were male! As you might expect
Second…There was advice from a whole range of people – laymen, the experienced and broken hearted. The young, the old, and the professional experts…they all had something to say
The advice varied enormously, but the final thoughts added up to the same thing EVERY SINGLE TIME…
‘If your partners crazy run for the hills!’ (Summarised)
If you replaced crazy with ‘black’ or ‘wheelchair bound’, there would be 68 petitions banning the article… directly underneath it
But ohhhh no, not for the crazy people, leave them to rot ay? Even psychologists are throwing out this advice
Such empathy and warmth? Read the rest of this entry
I finally cried for you
Don’t misunderstand me; I’ve cried for us before… I cried buckets; and I’ve cried for me…but until that night, I didn’t really see how it was for you.
An innocent song led to a not so innocent song… and it was as though someone had knocked down a gargantuan damn, and the memories of you just drowned me
If I knew where you lived or where you were sleeping right then, I’d have got in the car and knocked your door down, just so I could hold you and tell you how sorry I was
How sorry I am
I didn’t think there were any feelings left. I say your name a lot still, but I had no idea all this weight was hiding inside, along with your name
In my head… I re-played one of the songs I wrote for you and every sweet thing that resides in your soul, came back for me all at once.
When you came into my life, I was broken and I wasn’t ready for you. I was so far off of ready I couldn’t see straight. But I also couldn’t fight it, I was obsessed with you and until a few weeks ago, I’d totally wiped that from my memory.
How, I don’t know Read the rest of this entry
Soul Versus Mind Versus Heart – Rounds 1, 2, 3 and 4
When you try
When you really try
It is simply astounding, the amount we CAN CHOOSE to forget (mind wins)
But one day; one day; life will catch your professional soul off guard (soul wins…the soul does not forget; what the heart and mind try to filter out)
So; you will remember Read the rest of this entry
Girls, do you think I'm in there or what?
Little girls play this game;
They played it when I was tiny; I played it when I was tiny; and they still play it now…
They pick a flower from the ground, and one after the other; they pull off every petal
Each time they tear away a pretty petal, from its life force…
They say the words
He loves me!?…
He loves me not!?
He loves me!?…
He loves me not!?
Personally, I think this game speaks volumes about how girls and boys view love.
(Alert – Huge sweeping generalisation or two, on the way) Read the rest of this entry
‘I miss you’
I’ve noticed that this phrase, causes strange reactions in people
I blame this reaction on the phenomena known as poxy ‘sub text’
Why do people hear I miss you and think you’re actually saying…You are neglecting me
Why do people hear I miss you and think you’re actually saying…You don’t make time for me anymore
Why do people hear I miss you and think you’re actually saying…We are growing apart
When I say I miss you…It’s because I miss you
And I miss you because I think you’re great; because I love talking to you; because I love that I am lucky enough to be able to call you my friend; because I appreciate your advice; because I love how you make me laugh; because I want to know how you are; because I am blessed to have you in my life…and because you are impossible to forget. Read the rest of this entry