back into the swing..
you know what, holidays are freaking exhausting. ya think you've got a few weeks off to just take a break, relax, get some rest and enjoy life for a while, and then you wake up and you're already back to work and wondering wtf just happened.
so here we are, back into the routine. back to work, back to doing all of the 'normal' and 'regular' stuff, and i must say.. it's almost LESS exhausting than being off. craziness.
i'm going to start posting some poems here that i've done for our poetry readings in Second Life. i'm sure poetry will pick up again soon (that took a holiday break as well),and this will give me somewhere to post them easily. i could put them on my normal website, but this is easier and right now - i'm all about the easy.
the theme for this poem was 'cupcakes' and 'anticipation'. can't remember whose brilliant idea that was, but here's my go at it:
That creamy, silky goodness
That’s swirled all on top
I just can’t wait to put my tongue
Inside
And lick it up
So so sweet like candy
And dripping down the sides
One little taste is all it takes
To feel that cupcake high
So hard to keep from tasting it
So close and yet so far
Sitting on that counter
Next to the cookie jar
That zig-zag silver wrapper
Holds all that yum inside
If I peel it back, just a little teeny bit
I’ll have to make it mine
I can’t just let it sit there
That would just be wrong
Someone else might take it
When I’ve waited so long
C’mere you little trollop
Our time has come at last
I’m peeling back that silver
But I won’t eat you fast
I’ll wrap my mouth around you
And sink my teeth in slow
Icing all over my lips
And on the tip of my nose
Dear God it tastes like heaven
Each delicious bite
I think I need a cigarette
And more cupcakes for tonight.
-micala 8/22/06
That’s swirled all on top
I just can’t wait to put my tongue
Inside
And lick it up
So so sweet like candy
And dripping down the sides
One little taste is all it takes
To feel that cupcake high
So hard to keep from tasting it
So close and yet so far
Sitting on that counter
Next to the cookie jar
That zig-zag silver wrapper
Holds all that yum inside
If I peel it back, just a little teeny bit
I’ll have to make it mine
I can’t just let it sit there
That would just be wrong
Someone else might take it
When I’ve waited so long
C’mere you little trollop
Our time has come at last
I’m peeling back that silver
But I won’t eat you fast
I’ll wrap my mouth around you
And sink my teeth in slow
Icing all over my lips
And on the tip of my nose
Dear God it tastes like heaven
Each delicious bite
I think I need a cigarette
And more cupcakes for tonight.
-micala 8/22/06
i have bunches more. i'll post them as i get to it or as i feel like it. in fact, that may be the next post.
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