a secret about me.

shhhhh....
this is a secret.

i clap...
alot...
without meaning to, without planning to...
i just clap.

it's like i suddenly get this
spontaneous
uncontrollable
burst
of energy
and i have to clap
to release it...

usually it's a very fast 4 beat clap,
hopefully, when no one is looking.

it started about ten years ago...
no one except my husband knows...
i think my kids suspect
but i'm not sure.

is that weird?
like, really weird?
cause if it is, it's not actually true.

but heh...
it might be true.

score!

so.

i went to the mall yesterday
with my husband for a quick
pick-up-two-fast-b'day-presents-
for-the-party-i-am-totally-unprepared-
for-that-is-happening-in-a-few-hours
kind of visit.

as i got to the toy department,
there were 3 big tables
all marked down right in the middle
aisle which i glanced at, scoffed
at yellow ticket, ("that's the
sale price?") and continued on...

my husband came and found me,
we glanced again at tables as we
were leaving and realized that the
yellow ticket was not the sale price,
the sale price was 70 percent lower
than the yellow ticket!

heh.

so.
suffice to say, we left with roughly
350.00 dollars worth of toys
purchased for a mere 110.00.

i'm singing fa lalalalala lala lala la
all the way home.

poetry thursday

inside the walls of an angry mind.

the violence of the family
gathering, everyone's egos
bumping up against everyone else's
intentions
miscommunications
mixed signals
and here i sit afterwards
feeling tender and bruised
it hurts to press too hard
in spots and yet i keep
picking it
like a scab.

and you lay asleep on the couch.

tuesday.

my computer is not feeling well
so i have been forced to use my husband's
(much-better-but-not-mine)
computer.


here are the soft trees i have been
working on...
i have coveted them ever since seeing
this.

otherwise, i have been attempting to
finish this major WIP before christmas
and am getting a little stressed out...
other than that,
i have just been devouring and drooling over
my seven year collection of christmas decorating
magazines and wishing i had more time...and money...
heh.

friday is the new thursday.

due to an "aura" migraine
yesterday
i am posting late for poetry thursday,
i am also
prompt-less
as finding a poetry reading where i live
would be difficult feat to manage
(to say the very least)

so.

here is an old one
written when i was in a different frame of mind...


you kissed me like a fiend
on your couch of lies-
and i beleived all of your deception
the beautiful untruths
i've grown to despise
one acid kiss and i fall prey-
victim to your whims
puppet in your play
and you call me destructive.