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

[sexywriterfla]

I feel it.
The urgency.
A pressure building
A faucet left on,
dripping into a sink where the dishrag has fallen inside,
clogging the drain.
It slowly fills.
Overtime the water will crest the sink’s edge,
the surface tension holding it for seconds then allowing contents to start spilling upon the floor.

I feel it.
My mind racing.
Thinking of nothing
A specific thing
Unspeakable things
That claw at the corners
Of my eyes and make the mucous membranes there more susceptible,
Permeable to the leak.


I feel it.
The knowledge
Of the need
To allow things to be felt
All over again
But this time,
The waves will crash
And the drip has filled the sink
And holding on to the clawing creatures while life happens won’t be possible.



I feel it.
Even now as I type
Their fingernails rub against my cornea
With thoughts of
the small child inside
crumpled on the pavement
the weight of the world suddenly crashing upon her
as she lays helpless,
unable to move for the weight of it,
watching her closest family breathe their last breath
And she struggles for her next.

Hugs. Hang in there.

 

[planetbeat_]

I feel it.
The urgency.
A pressure building
A faucet left on,
dripping into a sink where the dishrag has fallen inside,
clogging the drain.
It slowly fills.
Overtime the water will crest the sink’s edge,
the surface tension holding it for seconds then allowing contents to start spilling upon the floor.

I feel it.
My mind racing.
Thinking of nothing
A specific thing
Unspeakable things
That claw at the corners
Of my eyes and make the mucous membranes there more susceptible,
Permeable to the leak.


I feel it.
The knowledge
Of the need
To allow things to be felt
All over again
But this time,
The waves will crash
And the drip has filled the sink
And holding on to the clawing creatures while life happens won’t be possible.



I feel it.
Even now as I type
Their fingernails rub against my cornea
With thoughts of
the small child inside
crumpled on the pavement
the weight of the world suddenly crashing upon her
as she lays helpless,
unable to move for the weight of it,
watching her closest family breathe their last breath
And she struggles for her next.

My God, you truly are extraordinarily talented, that was an outstanding post and quite breathtaking ......I love what you bring to this place, thought provoking and beautiful.
The image also beautifully perfect

 

[Blueeyesrenee]

*giggles* well, gonna have to come join me in the bath for colouring now!

If you insist!! I'll bring the wine if you bring the crayons!

 

[ohverbatum7]

I do hope this is just you letting your poetic talent run wild, and not the despair those word convey, I lack the ability to talk in a way that will be of help, and could only offer trite and meaningless support.
Alex.

 

[Dribble]

Secrets kill. Fears devour. But take them, put them on paper, and freedom happens. The power they had, is revoked. What goes on in my head...is scary. Take what is in my head, and share with another...gives me control. Both are me...only difference is who is driving. Me? Or my secret fears? I rather choose my path.

 

[hotoldrguy]

I feel it.
The urgency.
A pressure building
A faucet left on,
dripping into a sink where the dishrag has fallen inside,
clogging the drain.
It slowly fills.
Overtime the water will crest the sink’s edge,
the surface tension holding it for seconds then allowing contents to start spilling upon the floor.

I feel it.
My mind racing.
Thinking of nothing
A specific thing
Unspeakable things
That claw at the corners
Of my eyes and make the mucous membranes there more susceptible,
Permeable to the leak.


I feel it.
The knowledge
Of the need
To allow things to be felt
All over again
But this time,
The waves will crash
And the drip has filled the sink
And holding on to the clawing creatures while life happens won’t be possible.



I feel it.
Even now as I type
Their fingernails rub against my cornea
With thoughts of
the small child inside
crumpled on the pavement
the weight of the world suddenly crashing upon her
as she lays helpless,
unable to move for the weight of it,
watching her closest family breathe their last breath
And she struggles for her next.

That is extremely powerful Mooch. And the phot extremely dramatic. Is this a personal experience or the result of your muse?

 

[HonorableRogue]

I feel it.
The urgency.
A pressure building
A faucet left on,
dripping into a sink where the dishrag has fallen inside,
clogging the drain.
It slowly fills.
Overtime the water will crest the sink’s edge,
the surface tension holding it for seconds then allowing contents to start spilling upon the floor.

I feel it.
My mind racing.
Thinking of nothing
A specific thing
Unspeakable things
That claw at the corners
Of my eyes and make the mucous membranes there more susceptible,
Permeable to the leak.


I feel it.
The knowledge
Of the need
To allow things to be felt
All over again
But this time,
The waves will crash
And the drip has filled the sink
And holding on to the clawing creatures while life happens won’t be possible.



I feel it.
Even now as I type
Their fingernails rub against my cornea
With thoughts of
the small child inside
crumpled on the pavement
the weight of the world suddenly crashing upon her
as she lays helpless,
unable to move for the weight of it,
watching her closest family breathe their last breath
And she struggles for her next.

I can't help but wonder, which came first Moochie the picture or the words?

Cheers

 

[Moochienanu]

What if he lets her in
And all she does is show him
How much love a lifeless heart contains?

 

[planetbeat_]

What if he lets her in
And all she does is show him
How much love a lifeless heart contains?

He should be still glad of the chance to breathe life back into her heart, even a lifeless heart has love to give....and receive

 

[Dribble]

What if he lets her in
And all she does is show him
How much love a lifeless heart contains?

How does one know what happens unless it happens?

 

[RickTango]

Hugs (Moochienanu)
I feel it through your words

 

[Moochienanu]

Heartache

That crippling pain
Mid-sternum
Like you’ve been torn open with bare hands
Instead of using the saw and spreader.
Nausea like nothing you’ve ever experienced before,
Which is fine since you never want to eat again.
You can’t move because of the pain.
You don’t want to even lift your head from where it lays:
The last place you felt them.
The last place you heard their voice.
The last place they told you beautiful things to make you believe in yourself.
You know you aren’t physically dying,
But it feels like you are
Because pieces of your soul are.
Those pieces you let them into.
The ones that they touched
Whether it was just delicately
Or they had a firm grasp,
Those pieces become hypoxic
And expire
Without them to keep those pieces alive.

 

[Shyguy1369]

That crippling pain
Mid-sternum
Like been torn open with bare hands
Instead of using the saw and spreader.
Nausea like nothing you’ve ever experienced before,
Which is fine since you never want to eat again.
You can’t move because of the pain.
You don’t want to even lift your head from where it lays:
The last place you felt them.
The last place you heard their voice.
The last place they told you beautiful things to make you believe in yourself.
You know you aren’t physically dying,
But it feels like you are
Because pieces of your soul are.
Those pieces you let them into.
The ones that they touched
Whether it was just delicately
Or they had a firm grasp,
Those pieces become hypoxic
And expire
Without them to keep those pieces alive.

There have been too many times where I have felt this exact feeling. So I can relate to the words you are saying here. Right now, all I want to do is wish I could make you feel happy, and tell you all is good. Sadly, best I could do is this:

 

[planetbeat_]

That crippling pain
Mid-sternum
Like you’ve been torn open with bare hands
Instead of using the saw and spreader.
Nausea like nothing you’ve ever experienced before,
Which is fine since you never want to eat again.
You can’t move because of the pain.
You don’t want to even lift your head from where it lays:
The last place you felt them.
The last place you heard their voice.
The last place they told you beautiful things to make you believe in yourself.
You know you aren’t physically dying,
But it feels like you are
Because pieces of your soul are.
Those pieces you let them into.
The ones that they touched
Whether it was just delicately
Or they had a firm grasp,
Those pieces become hypoxic
And expire
Without them to keep those pieces alive.

What you put down here touches the heart in a way I am sure you realise but for reasons you could not know, especially the first four lines....wow

 

[AngelicaS1780]

If there is anything that I can do, please let me know.

 

[sexywriterfla]

That crippling pain
Mid-sternum
Like you’ve been torn open with bare hands
Instead of using the saw and spreader.
Nausea like nothing you’ve ever experienced before,
Which is fine since you never want to eat again.
You can’t move because of the pain.
You don’t want to even lift your head from where it lays:
The last place you felt them.
The last place you heard their voice.
The last place they told you beautiful things to make you believe in yourself.
You know you aren’t physically dying,
But it feels like you are
Because pieces of your soul are.
Those pieces you let them into.
The ones that they touched
Whether it was just delicately
Or they had a firm grasp,
Those pieces become hypoxic
And expire
Without them to keep those pieces alive.

You have friends for what's worth. Hugs.

 

[kingfupa]

Hope you are feeling better angel. Life can be a big back of suck sometimes.

 

[TheOnlyOneLeft4You]

That crippling pain
Mid-sternum
Like you’ve been torn open with bare hands
Instead of using the saw and spreader.
Nausea like nothing you’ve ever experienced before,
Which is fine since you never want to eat again.
You can’t move because of the pain.
You don’t want to even lift your head from where it lays:
The last place you felt them.
The last place you heard their voice.
The last place they told you beautiful things to make you believe in yourself.
You know you aren’t physically dying,
But it feels like you are
Because pieces of your soul are.
Those pieces you let them into.
The ones that they touched
Whether it was just delicately
Or they had a firm grasp,
Those pieces become hypoxic
And expire
Without them to keep those pieces alive.

Wow you are incredible with words and the pictures speak what you are writing...

 

[Moochienanu]

You're definitely a Lit original and don't ever change you, but do what brings you happiness and flirty fun. Some may not get you but oh well.

Oh. Well...

Hmmm...

Yes.

Oh well?

 

[Moochienanu]

I wanted to quickly try and clarify before I went to bed Moochie, because I think it's an important clarification to make. And I apologise if my expression wasn't clear.
Hopefully I'll be able to rectify it although I am becoming more tired by the moment XD

I didn't mean to suggest that people are coming from a positive place at all.
For that would imply that people have adequate reference points for who they are and who other people are.
I was attempting to suggest that people -don't- have those reference points. Which tied in with my thought of the word sonder.
I believe there are those that don't actually consider people to be 'other people' in the way that would allow them to reflect on what their behaviour might result in.

I've seen you mention your approach to such before. So definitely held no intention of suggesting you should just accept people despite your efforts.
On the contrary actually. It seems to me like you could be more ruthless to the benefit of your own soul.
You can be ruthless with a kind smile Moochie.
Hope this attempt at a reply makes sense.

Have a lovely weekend =]

Denrik,

Thank you for clarifying. I reread your first post and then read this again and I can see what you’re saying now. I then saw this thread in personals that felt like it meshed with this conversation quite well and helped reinforce your voiced perspective in my mind of the ‘everyone comes to any situation with such a different background’ thing. I know I should let things go easier. I don’t expect every reader to feel the same about something I post, but I (perhaps because of a silly, unique-to-me-mindset) do expect that in a place where I share so much, I would garner a bit more respect than a “I want 2 fuck Ur ass” private message.

I bolded a bit you pointed out that I know I probably should work on... to the benefit of my soul.

I hope your weekend was better than mine.

Moochie

 

[Moochienanu]

Wow UR hot

Yes I know the proper phrasing is "Wow! You're hot Moochie." I have School House Rock to thank for the majority of my grammatical skills (and auto-spellcheck to thank for posting a minimum of spelling errors).

You are quite a collection of curves and lusciousness. Physical and intellectual both.
Wait. You're not here for me? But... but... but... I say such pithy things though there is a decided lack of Want!, Fuck! and other textualizations of thoughts and feelings. Huh, textualizations isn't a word. Is there a single word for translating thoughts and feelings into words? Oh damn, writing. How did I forget that one? But I digress...

You're not here for me? *cry* (Yeah, I prefer the asterisk method of textualization).

Are you just a body? Yes by my definition becasue the mind is part of the body and also because based on my perusal of your pictures you don't have any aftermarket parts (the piercings aren't parts they're adornments).
Should you ever be? Well... there was that recent post about rape so I'm not sure I can answer this with a definitive black and white answer. Then again, I prefer gray. The real question is, do you prefer gray?
Should I assume you are? Only if, according to the old adage, I want to make an ass out of you and me. The again, considering your ass that is FAR from the worst plan in the world.

Bite away.
I have a reasonably high tolerance for pain.
I even like it in a spot or two.

I'll confess, I haven't read every one of your posts or your replies to others. I currently lack the time and though I'll likely catch up on the former, I doubt I'll ever catch up on the latter.

Now I'm off to spend my limited time sharing breakfast with another curvy, luscious lady that elicits attention with a glance or movement or word. I think that would be fun. Breakfast with you. So I'll your thoughts on breakfast. What do you like and dislike? Why do you like and dislike those? Care to ponder over a mimosa? A bloody Mary?

Cheers

My thoughts on breakfast

I like either sweet or savory, but don’t tend to eat them together. My most common breakfasts are breakfast burritos (cheese, scrambled eggs, potato, and veggie bacon all in a tortilla), cheesy waffle (a waffle with a handful of cheese baked in), carrot pancakes, or french toast with berries.

When I go out to breakfast I often get the eggs Benedict with a vegetable option instead of the ham. I do this because I LOVE hollandaise sauce and poached eggs, both of which I’m not very good at making myself.

I don’t like regular bacon of all meats because it smells as close to burnt human flesh as any of the meats I ever have to smell cooking. Most other meat I don’t eat for texture reasons. As far as breakfast, I can’t think of any other foods I am very averse to.

I’m allergic to oranges, so a grapefruit or mango mimosa for me. I’ve had a really great Bloody Mary once, but have had many more not-very-good ones, so it’s never my first choice.

 

[Moochienanu]

Yes we have Moochie, and I used the single quotes to mean it as a joke. So please uncross your arms and smile, because we are good on that front

As for the most recent postings... I am sorry that someone has forced those words out of your wonderful mind. That people still don't get it. Yes, you are a beautiful, sexy and desirable woman. Speaking for myself (and others I am sure) we know you are so much more than that. Your intelligent, quirky (in the best possible way in my opinion), sometimes dark, strong and SO much more that I could barely even list all the different sides you have shared here. Having communicated with you here (and yes, I was tentative at first) and privately, I know that you are more than the physical appearance that many may just see. I just hope you know how much you are appreciated.

((HUGGLES))

I think I’ve been watching too many self-help reality shows or something because I only see self-deprecating ‘humor’ without the humor bit lately. It is hard to stop a habit of putting yourself in a less than ideal light (I often refer to myself as silly or use the word ‘just’ before a self-identifier, so I’m as culpable in this), but every time we do this we start believing it more for ourselves until it is a reality. You’re only an ‘old man’ when you make yourself that way.

Thank you for appreciating me for who I am and present to the world. It does mean a lot to me.

Moochie

 

[ohverbatum7]

You certainly go for substantial breakfasts and quite sophisticated, which shows your class. Thankfully never smelled burning human flesh.

 

[Joxlrg]

Getting caught up on your thread as it is Monday morning here.
I do have a question.
Perhaps I have lived under a rock for several years.
Did you make a reference to " Can's of wine?"
Do these really exist?
Are they single servings?
How do they open?

 

[Todger65]

I have been following from afar but decided it’s time to comment.

I’m so sorry you are sinking into your hole again and I need to come and make a start on filling it in so you don’t disappear and can find your way out again.

I’ve not commented on your last few photos even though it is you and perfectly represents how you are feeling, I just don’t like seeing you ‘down’.

On a lighter note, I also love eggs benedict when breakfasting in hotels, eggs florentine, using spinach, and eggs royale using smoked salmon in place of ham as well. I tend to alternate on of them with a full English breakfast.

I’m missing the happy you and want to help you find her if you’ll let me.