Moochie’s Meandering Missives (and a pic or two)

[Pervy_Sage]

I have been trying to remind myself more often that moods do change and that even the inkiest ones can have a sliver of light in them.

There’s wisdom in remembering that. Love the image and the words that accompany it.

 

[tnman03]

Weightlessness.
Hair whipped against shoulders,
A soft touch
Reminding of showers
Warmer, closer, missed.
The hot perfume begins to quake,
And thoughts crumble apart.

Moochie this is a lovely picture and your words touch the heart. I also sense that your coming back into the now with a bit more of the upbeat on life which is as it should be..

 

[Todger65]

I have been trying to remind myself more often that moods do change and that even the inkiest ones can have a sliver of light in them.

I agree, there is always a chink of light if you look hard enough.

 

[Maxfun1]

Mmmmm, bathing in grape juice

 

[Moochienanu]

There’s wisdom in remembering that. Love the image and the words that accompany it.

Thank you, kind Sage. I’m trying.

Moochie this is a lovely picture and your words touch the heart. I also sense that your coming back into the now with a bit more of the upbeat on life which is as it should be..

I don’t know about being entirely “upbeat” quite yet, but I’m working on my optimism... he was always so much better with the positive spin than I am.

I agree, there is always a chink of light if you look hard enough.

I’ll ask MG to plug my nightlight back in. That might help too.

Mmmmm, bathing in grape juice

I am known for my odd bath water choices... I’m particularly fond of purple, pink, and blue... bet you can guess my favorite colour, though.

 

[TANSTAAFL58]

Weightlessness.
Hair whipped against shoulders,
A soft touch
Reminding of showers
Warmer, closer, missed.
The hot perfume begins to quake,
And thoughts crumble apart.

I have been trying to remind myself more often that moods do change and that even the inkiest ones can have a sliver of light in them.

The poem and the pic fit perfectly Moochie.

 

[Pervy_Sage]

Thank you, kind Sage. I’m trying.



I don’t know about being entirely “upbeat” quite yet, but I’m working on my optimism... he was always so much better with the positive spin than I am.



I’ll ask MG to plug my nightlight back in. That might help too.



I am known for my odd bath water choices... I’m particularly fond of purple, pink, and blue... bet you can guess my favorite colour, though.

Trying is worthy of celebrating. Every small step, Moochie. Every small step.

 

[Moochienanu]

The poem and the pic fit perfectly Moochie.

I’m glad. I do try to coordinate. I feel sometimes, the poem needs to stand alone because showing something so vulnerable in my body isn’t possible.

Trying is worthy of celebrating. Every small step, Moochie. Every small step.

*Gets more sleep. Throws a small party complete with pastel rainbow confetti*

 

[Pervy_Sage]

I’m glad. I do try to coordinate. I feel sometimes, the poem needs to stand alone because showing something so vulnerable in my body isn’t possible.



*Gets more sleep. Throws a small party complete with pastel rainbow confetti*

And sometimes the poetry does the surgical job of removing the fluff from a picture to show that exposed part. That’s what I kind of “saw” when I looked at the picture after reading the words. They can work in tandem.

And if we’re throwing a party, I’m bringing the karaoke machine.

 

[Moochienanu]

I left.
Walked to my car,
The wind whipped my skirt
Around and up my thighs,
And my heels
Announced my movements.

Behind the wheel,
Windshield dappled
In tiny beads
Of sulking water,
I started to cry.

I let the tears fall
And coat my cheeks,
Feeling each one,
A cathartic drop
Bringing me closer
To acceptance.

 

[TTawhere]

I left.
Walked to my car,
The wind whipped my skirt
Around and up my thighs,
And my heels
Announced my movements.

Behind the wheel,
Windshield dappled
In tiny beads
Of sulking water,
I started to cry.

I let the tears fall
And coat my cheeks,
Feeling each one,
A cathartic drop
Bringing me closer
To acceptance.

:::Waves:::

{{{}}}

 

[rubydlite]

When I go through
And delete the messages
From my inbox here

- After sending myself an html copy of course -

There are
Long stories of back and forth
Covering years of our lives
Full of divulged details
With the feel of safety
Mixed with uncertainty
And a sense of knowing someone
The intimate way
Only we know ourselves.

There are only two people
I keep there
When I delete
Because I can’t stand
To not see their names
When I click the button

You’re one.

Hugs you tight
There are messages in my inbox I still can't delete as well.

 

[AngelicaS1780]

Checking in here today, sister.
Never forget that you are strong and brave.
And that you are loved.

 

[Moochienanu]

:::Waves:::

{{{}}}

*waves back*

Haven’t seen you in a while. You should check in for a ‘hi’ more often, eh?

Hugs you tight
There are messages in my inbox I still can't delete as well.

Thank you, Lovely.
I’ll take all the hugs.
It’s funny how those messages become so important...
like your history with another person,
Laid out in front of you
In pixels of black and white...

Checking in here today, sister.
Never forget that you are strong and brave.
And that you are loved.

You are so good to me.
Thank you for thinking of me
And listening best when I need the ear.

 

[Todger65]

I left.
Walked to my car,
The wind whipped my skirt
Around and up my thighs,
And my heels
Announced my movements.

Behind the wheel,
Windshield dappled
In tiny beads
Of sulking water,
I started to cry.

I let the tears fall
And coat my cheeks,
Feeling each one,
A cathartic drop
Bringing me closer
To acceptance.

 

[Moochienanu]

If I looked on the outside
How I feel on the inside -
If each ache,
Each emotional pain
Showed as a bruise,
An abrasion,
Cuts and burns across my surface -
If I showed how I felt,
Would you still ask
How I am?

 

[Pervy_Sage]

If I looked on the outside
How I feel on the inside -
If each ache,
Each emotional pain
Showed as a bruise,
An abrasion,
Cuts and burns across my surface -
If I showed how I felt,
Would you still ask
How I am?

I would. Yes.

 

[TANSTAAFL58]

If I looked on the outside
How I feel on the inside -
If each ache,
Each emotional pain
Showed as a bruise,
An abrasion,
Cuts and burns across my surface -
If I showed how I felt,
Would you still ask
How I am?

Remember what I said about plagiarism? If imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, then plagiarism is the purest form of theft, so, I stole this:


“Shared pain is lessened.
Shared joy is increased.
Thus we refute entropy.”

(Spider Robinson)

So, yes, I will ask, and I will listen, and I will take some pain away with me. So will others.

 

[Polranny]

If I looked on the outside
How I feel on the inside -
If each ache,
Each emotional pain
Showed as a bruise,
An abrasion,
Cuts and burns across my surface -
If I showed how I felt,
Would you still ask
How I am?

I would raise an eyebrow
hoping that my unspoken words
Would help you heal


Take care

 

[Todger65]

If I looked on the outside
How I feel on the inside -
If each ache,
Each emotional pain
Showed as a bruise,
An abrasion,
Cuts and burns across my surface -
If I showed how I felt,
Would you still ask
How I am?

In general, people are less likely to ask about things that are not visible. Outward signs draw people to ask, what happened? Are to alright? Do you need anything?

So yes, I would ask, but as you know, I would still ask anyway, visible or not.

Unfortunately the hidden grief, depression, mental anguish and other mental health issues are often missed because of no visible outer signs.

 

[Moochienanu]

I spent a browser page
Looking up the 5 stages of grief.
Of loss.
Because this is,
A loss of something - a big piece of something...
Even if I can hold the memory of it forever,
I will never be the same again.

It’s still unclear how I’ll ever make it through,
As each stage I read
Makes it more like I’m sinking
Into a night sky without stars.

I’m empty inside.
See to the bottom of me,
Slosh around the last drops
Of what I used to be,
A lighter time in sound,
Too shadowed now to tell
Through the deep,
If any vibrancy still exists.

Image removed on 3/20/22

 

[tnman03]

Awww Moochie!!! Yes, the five stages of grief are real but they also don't always apply to everyone who goes through a loss. We're all different, but we're also resiliant as well. I know that you have inner resilliancy so here's to you and to all of your tomorrows and new discoveries with others.

And your picture is lovely.

 

[Todger65]

We each deal with grief differently, also depending on what or whom they are grieving for/over.

No two ways are right, you only do what you feel is right under the specific set of circumstances

 

[heathrowinneo]

I spent a browser page
Looking up the 5 stages of grief.
Of loss.
Because this is,
A loss of something - a big piece of something...
Even if I can hold the memory of it forever,
I will never be the same again.

It’s still unclear how I’ll ever make it through,
As each stage I read
Makes it more like I’m sinking
Into a night sky without stars.

I’m empty inside.
See to the bottom of me,
Slosh around the last drops
Of what I used to be,
A lighter time in sound,
Too shadowed now to tell
Through the deep,
If any vibrancy still exists.

you are a stunning, erotic poetic beauty... lovely in so many ways

 

[Moochienanu]

This is me.
No bells and whistles,
Or extras,
Just a lover
In pieces
Held together with knowledge.

This is me.
No fake and airbrushed lines,
Or tight abs,
Just a mother
Trying not to cry
In front of her child.

This is me.
No hiding the imperfections,
Or obvious flaws,
Just a little girl
Inside herself
Begging to be held.

This is me.
No running from reality,
Or quickening this,
Just someone who needs
More than anything
To be heard.

This is me.
Not begging for answers,
Or covering the pain,
Just a soul
Who wants to weep
For our loss.

This is me.
Not asking for,
Or pining for anything
From anyone,
Just a person
Needing to feel the weight
Before I can think about moving on.

Image removed on 3/20/22