I just don't understand. I can't comprehend how using actual words does not make you heard. Then WHY, exactly am I wasting my breath talking to a deaf world full of people singing 🎤 me me me 🎤 ? I suppose ... I like the sound of my own voice? Still, it's a good question ©MelanieMcCurdie2017
Too much. You are too much. You're a mother now; you can't act that way. Can't you tone it down? Act your age please Be an adult! Gods woman, You are just too much - Too much of what? Too much of a human who loves life? Too real and raw for people to deal? … Continue reading Too Much
Just keep breathing I'm trying but Wheezing whining crying alone In the dark The elephant It's on my chest And it's giving delighted gifts; (huge butt wiggles) While I still try furiously futilely fight The constant war Between the lines Belief and faith Someone else's Views of what is Right or always wrong. But Gods … Continue reading Just. Keep. Breathing.
I used to overflow Sitting on a sofa Chesterfield Couch, whatever. Thighs spilled over edges Although not a lot And my gut filled my lap More than the kids ever did Shortness of breath from walking Down the street was more common Than breathlessness for any other reason Today I sat in the same place … Continue reading the chesterfield
I was a good and faithful daughter. I paid my tithe and I paid my time and I paid my dues I payed for my sins and prayed for my soul prayed for forgiveness for sins I hadn't committed yet All because my ancestors grandparents, my parents, did because a man in a robe told … Continue reading tItHe AnD tImE
This morning I did something I have never done before - while the children were bickering and the telephone was ringing and the television blaring - I snuck off to the powder room and quietly closed the door and then I slid down to the floor then with my elbows on my knees and my … Continue reading Crybaby
Who am I? It depends, I suppose, in which context you ask as to my answers, but, in general: I am a human female, but resent the human part. It's an unnecessary affirmation that pokes at a sore spot, frankly. I still have most of my original parts, though my requests for harvesting certain organs … Continue reading I am –
I talk, for once, about my feelings and you get angry, or tune me out Or just flat out ignore But hey, you love me right? I can sit for hours and listen to This and that about who and what About everything under the sun Until I start to discuss matters of Importance. Somehow … Continue reading but you love me right?
Do you think me pretentious Or just inane because I refuse to kneel After a lifetime on my knees Praying to a nonexistent God Or bowed to the will of another I've done my time in Hell Thank you for not shoving your belief Down my throat If I wanted a religious facefuck I'd google … Continue reading Reactions may vary