Sweet Poison

Anonymous thoughts...

2011-10-24T00:13:00.002-05:00

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

2009-07-11T13:04:00.003-05:00

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

2009-06-16T12:53:00.004-05:00

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

2009-06-13T12:12:00.002-05:00

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?

2009-06-08T10:40:00.003-05:00

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?

2009-06-05T19:03:00.004-05:00

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

2009-05-31T11:32:00.002-05:00

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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Temptation

2009-05-31T11:29:00.002-05:00

The enticements
attract me -
enthralled and ensnared

Captured and captivated

My mind should focus
on tangible things

It cannot

Obsession is too harsh
inaccurate - ugly
Not fine enough
or refined enough
to paint the picture

I berate myself
whispering loudly
“stay away”
not loud enough

The flame burns
beckoning, flickering
my moth-wings flutter
against my will
and better judgment

carrying me closer
to dance before the flame
mesmerized
naked and vulnerable

until I am engulfed

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2009-05-28T08:52:00.001-05:00

Is it possible to be happy, blue, and irritated all at the same time?

Recipe for Pissy Nightshade

2009-05-27T23:10:00.001-05:00

Here is a recipe to make me really pissy:

Take one slightly cranky mood
Add several hours with no caffeine
Toss with a late afternoon nap

Now - and here's the important part - someone who is already on my makes-me-cranky list should stick a wet finger in my ear to wake me suddenly from my nap - and voila!

Be sure to add the comments "I was just kidding around!" and "It was time for you to get up anyway."

You've created an extremely pissy Nightshade.

Have a nice day.

Wearing a mask. . .

2009-05-26T23:46:00.000-05:00

That's how I feel frequently: Masked.
So often I feel as though I need to hide my true face from the world, continue to walk around with a big smiley plastered to my face.
Generally, I am a very happy person - content. Sometimes, though, my mind wanders. I wonder "What if. . ."
What if I had made different choices when I was younger?
What if I had chosen a different path when choices presented themselves?
It's difficult to feel like I'm one person inside, but another one that the world sees.
Why can't I be a mixture of both?