Anonymous thoughts...

To be faceless in a sea of identities is a gift indeed. Such it is with a pen name. To be able to say what one really thinks and feel safe knowing that you are anonymous is with an avatar, a pseudonym, a false persona that no one else knows about. It is a bit of sinful delight.

To be able to smile a secret smile that no one around you understands. But you know. Your thoughts are your own and you are able to share them while knowing that your thoughts are safe because no one will confront you about them when you stop by the grocery store or the post office. Because know one knows it is you...

Thoughts

Intruding
into my day
unbidden
not always unwanted

if I am honest with myself

I try to banish them
to squelch them
push them back into that deep
dark place
that never sees the light

it's not easy
a word
a scent
a random thought
brings a flood
rushing and overpowering

I can't get away
don't really want to
I am trapped - ensnared
unable to look away

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Underwear etiquette

A prudent woman knows the value of matching - and attractive - undergarments. You never know when you will meet an ambulance, a hostage situation or an unexpected cloth-rending, and it is important to present an adequate picture of appropriate sexiness.

Save the ratty underwear for home, but don the matching push-up and cheekies when you go out - even if you're just going to the grocery store.

The real me

I was chatting with an online friend the other day and we talked about saying what you really think.

I thought about it and said that I found cyberspace a freeing environment. In real life I used to never say what I really thought or felt for fear of offending someone or making them think badly of me.

I have found that I have changed somewhat, thanks to hanging out online. Even in real life I have started "letting my hair down" and being the real me.

Oh, I don't say nasty or ugly things. I guess people still like me. I just feel more comfortable in my own skin.

What do "sweet poison" and "nightshade" have in common?

My pic is of a Black Nightshade plant. It is a simple little plant that seems harmless and almost pretty.

Black Nightshade is a relative of Deadly Nightshade - which is indeed, very deadly. Deadly Nightshade is the source of Atropine - quite a nasty little chemical which can cause death.

Black Nightshade has a very small amount of nastiness in it - just enough to be wary of. I've heard of people using the Black Nightshade berries in pies and jams - cooking well should get rid of the toxicity.

I think of myself as Black Nightshade sometimes - I'm really quite harmless. Simple and sort of pretty - but people often think I'm way too nice. They don't realize that I have a toxic side that I keep reigned in. I don't unleash it on people - but I do loose it in my writing.

So, like the Black Nightshade, I can be sweet poison.

Offended?

Wondering why people have to get offended over everything? Get a friggin sense of humor! Laughter will enrich your life and make it better - try it.

Why do we have to be living in the United States of the Offended?

Damaged

Damaged goods. . .
how I feel, sometimes
seeing myself
broken and flawed.

Sold on the clearance rack
or the thrift store
as a second
or a leftover.

Is it obvious?
Do I look chipped?
When we speak, do you have a clue
that I hurt
or where that secret pain is hidden,
what caused it?

Bright smile for those looking
at the surface
few look deeper
or want to know more

The wound healed over -
scabbed
then scarred
it no longer hurts
I wonder if I am stained
untouchable

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