Moochie’s Mementos (and a pic or two)

Bending to you,
A flower to the sun,
Heat of your body calling to me
A tug, pull, movement
Your hands to my hips
Closer as we press
Together

Passioned bodies
Found in each other
Something unseen by the world
Buried in time
A capsule underground
There always
Never forgotten

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This second part immediately brought back memories of my first love. We were both students, her a nurse in training. Even after we both moved on and had families, we used to meet up once a year and our kids played while we all chatted. Eventually her older husband got jealous and we were barred from visiting. Lost contact and heard a few years back she died of Cancer. Never got the opportunity to say my goodbyes.

She was well liked and respected in the community. She eventually became the nurse in charge of running an operating room in the hospital.
 
I am in control today
Today will not do anything more
Than remind me of what I can keep being
What I can keep doing
To slow down
To enjoy what I have
Even if it is not what it used to be
Even if the pain creeps up and pangs
Even if the constant numbness tells me something is still wrong
I still have something
Past the scars both outside and in
It moves
It can do what I need it to
And I can practice, fake what I need to -
Left-handed tying and cutting, I fucking hate you, but I can -
And I remember think about those 14 days
When nothing felt right
When every touch, even the kind ones, hurt
When a friend offered to braid my vomit-smelling hair and I let her
Because I couldn’t wash it or lift my arms without crying
And how many times during those two weeks did I think about dying?
I thought about taking an entire bottle of those meds
I thought about just trying to get out of pain
It hurt
Living hurt
I had no control.

But today, I am the one in control
Not the pain
Not the numbness
Not the ache
I am the one who decides what today is.
 
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I am in control today
Today will not do anything more
Than remind me of what I can keep being
What I can keep doing
To slow down
To enjoy what I have
Even if it is not what it used to be
Even if the pain creeps up and pangs
Even if the constant numbness tells me something is still wrong
I still have something
Past the scars both outside and in
It moves
It can do what I need it to
And I can practice, fake what I need to -
Left-handed tying and cutting, I fucking hate you, but I can -
And I remember think about those 14 days
When nothing felt right
When every touch, even the kind ones, hurt
When a friend offered to braid my vomit-smelling hair and I let her
Because I couldn’t wash it or lift my arms without crying
And how many times during those two weeks did I think about dying?
I thought about taking an entire bottle of those meds
I thought about just trying to get out of pain
It hurt
Living hurt
I had no control.

But today, I am the one in control
Not the pain
Not the numbness
Not the ache
I am the one who decides what today is.

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So glad to here that you have become stronger than the circumstances ... Always know that Strength and Beauty are yours. They are the TRUE YOU!!😘😘
 
I am in control today
Today will not do anything more
Than remind me of what I can keep being
What I can keep doing
To slow down
To enjoy what I have
Even if it is not what it used to be
Even if the pain creeps up and pangs
Even if the constant numbness tells me something is still wrong
I still have something
Past the scars both outside and in
It moves
It can do what I need it to
And I can practice, fake what I need to -
Left-handed tying and cutting, I fucking hate you, but I can -
And I remember think about those 14 days
When nothing felt right
When every touch, even the kind ones, hurt
When a friend offered to braid my vomit-smelling hair and I let her
Because I couldn’t wash it or lift my arms without crying
And how many times during those two weeks did I think about dying?
I thought about taking an entire bottle of those meds
I thought about just trying to get out of pain
It hurt
Living hurt
I had no control.

But today, I am the one in control
Not the pain
Not the numbness
Not the ache
I am the one who decides what today is.

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This is one of the most powerful things I have ever read on the web, not just on Lit, but anywhere, at any time online. Such an incredible expression of pain, suffering, and recovery. You have been to hell and back and lived to tell about it. I can't find words to describe my thoughts about you and your trials. I'll just say you are incredible.

AND... You are so very brave to lay your horrible past bare for everyone to read. What strength you have to share this.

AND... I must not forget the fabulous photo you posted. Such a Beautiful sexy woman, Stronger than steel, Braver than most everyone else.


This also hits me very hard in a deeply personal way. I will send you a PM about that. I must admit I am not brave enough to publicly post my own pain.
 
Not exactly the description but close to a friend who has long Covid. 7 months from infection and can only stand for a few minutes, can’t wash herself, has to bum shuffle up and down stairs, sleeps up to 15 hours a day. Dark thoughts crossed her mind a few times, but she is improving.
 
I am in control today
Today will not do anything more
Than remind me of what I can keep being
What I can keep doing
To slow down
To enjoy what I have
Even if it is not what it used to be
Even if the pain creeps up and pangs
Even if the constant numbness tells me something is still wrong
I still have something
Past the scars both outside and in
It moves
It can do what I need it to
And I can practice, fake what I need to -
Left-handed tying and cutting, I fucking hate you, but I can -
And I remember think about those 14 days
When nothing felt right
When every touch, even the kind ones, hurt
When a friend offered to braid my vomit-smelling hair and I let her
Because I couldn’t wash it or lift my arms without crying
And how many times during those two weeks did I think about dying?
I thought about taking an entire bottle of those meds
I thought about just trying to get out of pain
It hurt
Living hurt
I had no control.

But today, I am the one in control
Not the pain
Not the numbness
Not the ache
I am the one who decides what today is.

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You look Beautiful in that !!!
 
I am in control today
Today will not do anything more
Than remind me of what I can keep being
What I can keep doing
To slow down
To enjoy what I have
Even if it is not what it used to be
Even if the pain creeps up and pangs
Even if the constant numbness tells me something is still wrong
I still have something
Past the scars both outside and in
It moves
It can do what I need it to
And I can practice, fake what I need to -
Left-handed tying and cutting, I fucking hate you, but I can -
And I remember think about those 14 days
When nothing felt right
When every touch, even the kind ones, hurt
When a friend offered to braid my vomit-smelling hair and I let her
Because I couldn’t wash it or lift my arms without crying
And how many times during those two weeks did I think about dying?
I thought about taking an entire bottle of those meds
I thought about just trying to get out of pain
It hurt
Living hurt
I had no control.

But today, I am the one in control
Not the pain
Not the numbness
Not the ache
I am the one who decides what today is. :rose::rose::rose:

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Beautiful picture and haunting words..love the ending.. "I am the one who decides what today is"
 
I am in control today
Today will not do anything more
Than remind me of what I can keep being
What I can keep doing
To slow down
To enjoy what I have
Even if it is not what it used to be
Even if the pain creeps up and pangs
Even if the constant numbness tells me something is still wrong
I still have something
Past the scars both outside and in
It moves
It can do what I need it to
And I can practice, fake what I need to -
Left-handed tying and cutting, I fucking hate you, but I can -
And I remember think about those 14 days
When nothing felt right
When every touch, even the kind ones, hurt
When a friend offered to braid my vomit-smelling hair and I let her
Because I couldn’t wash it or lift my arms without crying
And how many times during those two weeks did I think about dying?
I thought about taking an entire bottle of those meds
I thought about just trying to get out of pain
It hurt
Living hurt
I had no control.

But today, I am the one in control
Not the pain
Not the numbness
Not the ache
I am the one who decides what today is.

This makes me want to give you a big, tight hug. I am glad control has been regained. Pain and dark temptations are rough, but you are an amazing person and I hope of a more painless future for you.
 
So glad to here that you have become stronger than the circumstances ... Always know that Strength and Beauty are yours. They are the TRUE YOU!!😘😘

For me, it is hard to know these things. It is easier to accept them when they are said by others though, so thank you. 🌷

This is one of the most powerful things I have ever read on the web, not just on Lit, but anywhere, at any time online. Such an incredible expression of pain, suffering, and recovery. You have been to hell and back and lived to tell about it. I can't find words to describe my thoughts about you and your trials. I'll just say you are incredible.

AND... You are so very brave to lay your horrible past bare for everyone to read. What strength you have to share this.

AND... I must not forget the fabulous photo you posted. Such a Beautiful sexy woman, Stronger than steel, Braver than most everyone else.


This also hits me very hard in a deeply personal way. I will send you a PM about that. I must admit I am not brave enough to publicly post my own pain.

The thing is, I probably wouldn’t share the way I do here if I didn’t have the anonymity.
There is a power in writing something down.
There is a power in saying it out loud.
This is my place to write it.
This is my place to scream it.

Thank you for thinking and saying these wonderful things about me.


Oh dear Moochie. 💕💕💕

💜🌷💜

Not exactly the description but close to a friend who has long Covid. 7 months from infection and can only stand for a few minutes, can’t wash herself, has to bum shuffle up and down stairs, sleeps up to 15 hours a day. Dark thoughts crossed her mind a few times, but she is improving.

I’ve seen the struggle of recovery. I hope your friend improves swiftly. 🌷

You look Beautiful in that !!!

Thank you!!! :)

Beautiful picture and haunting words..love the ending.. "I am the one who decides what today is"

Thank you, Scotty. I’m glad this struck a good chord for you. 🌷

If ever there was proof that the world is unfair it is Moochie. Brilliant AND beautiful.

Oh, shush! :cattail:

(*pssst* since when would anyone need proof of life’s unfairness? It is found… like… everywhere.)


This makes me want to give you a big, tight hug. I am glad control has been regained. Pain and dark temptations are rough, but you are an amazing person and I hope of a more painless future for you.

I’ll take the IOU for a hug - and hopefully cash in sooner than a year this time.
 
The comfort of your voice

Saying my name
Wind growling through trees
Captured in moonlight
The early morning skies
Brightened eyes
Supple curves
Hard body
Fires blazing
Lips, hips, hands
Touching as one
Laid amongst
Soft, opened flowers
Disguised roots
Secrets shared
The syllables said
Like nothing else
Never before
 
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The comfort of your voice

Saying my name
Wind growling through trees
Captured in moonlight
The early morning skies
Brightened eyes
Supple curves
Hard body
Fires blazing
Lips, hips, hands
Touching as one
Laid amongst
Soft, opened flowers
Disguised roots
Secrets shared
The syllables said
Like nothing else
Never before

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Let me adjust that sheet for you.
 
The comfort of your voice

Saying my name
Wind growling through trees
Captured in moonlight
The early morning skies
Brightened eyes
Supple curves
Hard body
Fires blazing
Lips, hips, hands
Touching as one
Laid amongst
Soft, opened flowers
Disguised roots
Secrets shared
The syllables said
Like nothing else
Never before

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Another "Classic Style" Moochie moment.

About three lines in I caught myself trying to micro-analyze the meaning of each line.

Full Stop.

Start from the beginning again, reading each line and allowing thoughts, images, words to fill my head, flowing like a stream.
I felt my body and mind relax and enjoy the simplicity (and the complexity) of your message.

Beautiful. :heart:
 
The comfort of your voice

Saying my name
Wind growling through trees
Captured in moonlight
The early morning skies
Brightened eyes
Supple curves
Hard body
Fires blazing
Lips, hips, hands
Touching as one
Laid amongst
Soft, opened flowers
Disguised roots
Secrets shared
The syllables said
Like nothing else
Never before

All Beautiful things to be shared with a lover ... Including your Sexy Body
 
I’ll take the IOU for a hug - and hopefully cash in sooner than a year this time.

That sounds reasonable to me. Still have just a couple albums I think you might like.

The comfort of your voice

Saying my name
Wind growling through trees
Captured in moonlight
The early morning skies
Brightened eyes
Supple curves
Hard body
Fires blazing
Lips, hips, hands
Touching as one
Laid amongst
Soft, opened flowers
Disguised roots
Secrets shared
The syllables said
Like nothing else
Never before

I love the imagery. Petals spreading gently in the morning, showing signs of the morning dew while waiting for the sun to warm them.

Beauty, fragrant, and silken softness.
 
Can Manni kick those covers off ???
;)

He coooouuuld… but he knows that part, the one undercover, is supposed to stay like that for me to be me- and you don’t want someone else here, right? 😈 :cattail:

Let me adjust that sheet for you.

Oh, thank you! Was it slipping to far? Such a gentleman. ;)


Thank you.

Make some room.

For you, of course. 🌷

Another "Classic Style" Moochie moment.

About three lines in I caught myself trying to micro-analyze the meaning of each line.

Full Stop.

Start from the beginning again, reading each line and allowing thoughts, images, words to fill my head, flowing like a stream.
I felt my body and mind relax and enjoy the simplicity (and the complexity) of your message.

Beautiful. :heart:

Ha! I got a kick out of you saying I have a “Classic Style!” I barely even know what I’m doing here, and often, I feel like I’m constantly repeating myself - in both words and pictures. I’ve run out of the how before the what and I’m just running after it, holding tight to the who for as long as I can (and no, You know I’m not talking about The Who).

All Beautiful things to be shared with a lover ... Including your Sexy Body

I enjoy how you see the world. 🌷

That sounds reasonable to me. Still have just a couple albums I think you might like.



I love the imagery. Petals spreading gently in the morning, showing signs of the morning dew while waiting for the sun to warm them.

Beauty, fragrant, and silken softness.

Thank you, my friend. I’m glad you liked the imagery. You describe exactly what I was picturing as I wrote this piece. 🌷
 
Ha! I got a kick out of you saying I have a “Classic Style!”
I barely even know what I’m doing here,
and often,
I feel like I’m constantly repeating myself
in both words and pictures.

I’ve run out of the how before the what
and I’m just running after it,
holding tight to the who
for as long as I can

And no, You know
I’m not talking about The Who.

Even some of your replies are in "Classic Moochie Style" :)

Don't try to make sense of the phrases
Don't try to understand the purpose of each word

Just let it flow
Slowly over you
and Sense The Meaning.
 
The comfort of your voice

Saying my name
Wind growling through trees
Captured in moonlight
The early morning skies
Brightened eyes
Supple curves
Hard body
Fires blazing
Lips, hips, hands
Touching as one
Laid amongst
Soft, opened flowers
Disguised roots
Secrets shared
The syllables said
Like nothing else
Never before

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Beautiful! I could say your name again and again, ... and again :rose:
 
Even some of your replies are in "Classic Moochie Style" :)

Don't try to make sense of the phrases
Don't try to understand the purpose of each word

Just let it flow
Slowly over you
and Sense The Meaning.

There is sense
But it’s also senseless
There is understanding
Each word with meaning
Some with more -

But yes,
For those who are not a muse
Or me,
Meaning is in the whole. 💜


Beautiful! I could say your name again and again, ... and again :rose:

I have read many books
About jinns
About genies
About demons
About spirits
All of whom have a thing in common
That I think of
Whenever someone says something about my name.

You see, my name is special.
It is only mine
And it is pronounced in just the right way,
Or it is not my name
Just like when you want to call a Jinn,
You must say their name
Exactly right
In the cadence
With the inflection
And the pronunciation.

I went rather tangential here, didn’t I? Oops. :cattail:


*sees Moochie*
*hugs her*
*smiles*

*hugs the Blue Dragon with a squeeze*
 
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