Moochie’s Mementos (and a pic or two)

November 6, 2021

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*just jammies, no real clothes as of yet, but the possibility still exists that I could get called in to work tonight, I will update with another entry if that happens

Definitely qualifies as "No Pants"

VERY definitely qualifies as
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*just jammies, no real clothes as of yet, but the possibility still exists that I could get called in to work tonight, I will update with another entry if that happens

You are rockin' those jammies and are also very sultry. I need a Like button to push several times. :rose:
 
He did a very good job with the picture edit (always does). Perhaps someday soon, we won’t need to edit a photo to contain us both…

I usually think of pussywillows as something like this:

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Whereas this tree behind me is a big weeping willow. Harder to see in this particular picture of me, but lovely just the same.

Yes I know you are right, there is a difference, just I have a one track mind sometimes.:devil:
 
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November 7, 2021: a health poem

Skin deep


I want to talk about
How my mind
When I look in the mirror
Doesn’t care for anything it sees
Unless the hurt is evident
And written on my skin
In lines or bruises or pain
Across my thighs
Between my eyes
The way the truth can be said
Without a word
Or in a single one
As it falls from lips
And runs through time

I want to talk about
How hard it is
To talk mental health
Yet stay sane
When the thought of your lips
The right mix of sweet
With fire hotter than the
Carolina reaper pressed to mine
Can’t cross my cortex
While I decide to stay alive
Or live
Where there is nuance
Only we see

I want to talk about
Lying cold alone
In sheets meant for two
Waiting for you
To write your piece
And make this complete -
Something else
Something maybe more…
Healthy?
And maybe this
Is how it’s supposed to be
With me
Spilling us
Upon pages which feel
So
Very
Much
More
Empty.
 
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You knocked it out of the park today hun.
Beautiful free form poem.
Beautiful pics s always.
*hugs*
 
Mental health is one of the hardest things to talk about as it is generally hidden from view.

You mention ‘the hurt’ and I see you are digging your thumb into your breast in the pic so as to leave a visible mark, even if it is only for a short time..
 
Skin deep

I want to talk about
How my mind
When I look in the mirror…

…I want to talk about
Lying cold alone
In sheets meant for two
Waiting for you
To write your piece
And make this complete -
Something else
Something maybe more…
Healthy?
And maybe this
Is how it’s supposed to be
With me
Spilling us
Upon pages which feel
So
Very
Much
More
Empty.

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Had to look it up. “The Carolina Reaper has a sweet and fruity flavor with unrelenting, face-melting heat.” Now that’s hot! :rose:
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:kiss:
 
Two great examples of why we come back each day.

A haunting poem full with thought provoking visions, paired with a dark image of pain. We know you are suffering. Wishing we could somehow help. Knowing our words don't come close to fulfilling your needs.

Another pic. An enticing view of one of your best assets, you have many. We are so fortunate that you wish to share with us.

Thank you. :rose:
 
Skin deep

I want to talk about
How my mind
When I look in the mirror
Doesn’t care for anything it sees
Unless the hurt is evident
And written on my skin
In lines or bruises or pain
Across my thighs
Between my eyes
The way the truth can be said
Without a word
Or in a single one
As it falls from lips
And runs through time

I want to talk about
How hard it is
To talk mental health
Yet stay sane
When the thought of your lips
The right mix of sweet
With fire hotter than the
Carolina reaper pressed to mine
Can’t cross my cortex
While I decide to stay alive
Or live
Where there is nuance
Only we see

I want to talk about
Lying cold alone
In sheets meant for two
Waiting for you
To write your piece
And make this complete -
Something else
Something maybe more…
Healthy?
And maybe this
Is how it’s supposed to be
With me
Spilling us
Upon pages which feel
So
Very
Much
More
Empty.


➿〰️➰🌻
 
Such a nice bum.

Thank you kindly, HB. 🌷

so comfy looking!

I love living in my onesies on my days off. :cattail:

You knocked it out of the park today hun.
Beautiful free form poem.
Beautiful pics s always.
*hugs*

Thank you so much, Azul. 💙🌷

May I bury my face in the blurry? :p Beautiful photos as always :rose:

For the future, I do prefer that comments here be more like the second part of yours here and not the first. They make me uncomfortable, and I know (or hope) that was not your intention.

Mental health is one of the hardest things to talk about as it is generally hidden from view.

You mention ‘the hurt’ and I see you are digging your thumb into your breast in the pic so as to leave a visible mark, even if it is only for a short time..

There is much truth in the thought that small things help us get by.

Had to look it up. “The Carolina Reaper has a sweet and fruity flavor with unrelenting, face-melting heat.” Now that’s hot! :rose:

:kiss:

A fine facsimile to what those lips feel like pressed to mine.

Two great examples of why we come back each day.

A haunting poem full with thought provoking visions, paired with a dark image of pain. We know you are suffering. Wishing we could somehow help. Knowing our words don't come close to fulfilling your needs.

Another pic. An enticing view of one of your best assets, you have many. We are so fortunate that you wish to share with us.

Thank you. :rose:

I’ve been very fortunate to have such kind people like you to follow my postings. I am very grateful for every comment. 🌷


:)
 
November 8, 2021: a [blank] of the [blank] poem

Dead of the Night


In the silence
Screaming out from
Lonely stars
Drifting aimlessly
East to west
Onlookers dream
Of an endlessness
That only comes
With acceptance
A soft smile
And sleep
 
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November 8, 2021: a [blank] of the [blank] poem

Dead of the Night

In the silence
Screaming out from
Lonely stars
Drifting aimlessly
East to west
Onlookers dream
Of an endlessness
That only comes
With acceptance
A soft smile
And sleep

Oh my! Another of your poems that make me think...
Am I overthinking this? OR, Not thinking enough or correctly about this?

"Onlookers dream
Of an endlessness
That only comes
With acceptance"

I just don't know what to do with this line. :eek:

You are driving me crazy! in a nice way
 
For the future, I do prefer that comments here be more like the second part of yours here and not the first. They make me uncomfortable, and I know (or hope) that was not your intention.

You are right, that was not my intention :rose:
 
I wish my dead of night was as good, falling, never ending unable to find anything to stop the fall, then, waking in a cold clammy sweat, heart racing, unable to move. Luckily not as often these days.

I like that Manny is dressed for bed too. Did you make his onesie.

I like the contrast in your pics of industrial background and natural foreground.
I like your patterned tights, or are they stockings.
 
Here's to looking up your dress

Haha! 🥂

So stylish you are. And you can levitate!

Is that a shipyard in the background?

There’s still a little magic in me ;)

It’s a small dock yard where lots of fishing boats tend to keep port. Good eye!


Love these, the stockings look great on you, the dress is lovely, but your hair shining in the sun is just amazing. :rose:

Thank you, tnman. 🌷

I suspected you have some magic. You can levitate!

What a great set of pics.

Your suspicions were correct! ;)

Thank you. 🌷


Oh my! Another of your poems that make me think...
Am I overthinking this? OR, Not thinking enough or correctly about this?

"Onlookers dream
Of an endlessness
That only comes
With acceptance"

I just don't know what to do with this line. :eek:

You are driving me crazy! in a nice way

I have a feeling many of my poems feel unfocused if you’re looking at them without my specific lenses.

Sorry about the crazy, even if it’s the good kind 😜


You are right, that was not my intention :rose:

I didn’t think so. Thank you for clarifying.

I wish my dead of night was as good, falling, never ending unable to find anything to stop the fall, then, waking in a cold clammy sweat, heart racing, unable to move. Luckily not as often these days.

I like that Manny is dressed for bed too. Did you make his onesie.

I like the contrast in your pics of industrial background and natural foreground.
I like your patterned tights, or are they stockings.

Sounds like some night terrors. I’m glad they’re lessened.

Manny has been enjoying this footie onesie. It’s one from the store (he’s a bit small for it, but I pretend it’s good because it doesn’t fall off him when we cuddle).

These are actually a stocking set. This simple dress and the stockings makes for an easier monday outfit, I think, don’t you?
 
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