song of the day. #7

song of the day.

I tend to listen to my own music collection most of the time. Since the best alt-rock station on earth disappeared a few years ago, I rarely listen to live radio. But for the last few days, I thought I’d give it a chance. Maybe I was just craving something different. Of course, most of the time, I just flip from station to station, mumbling to myself. Oh my God… it’s all crap!

But sometimes I hear a song I like and I have to find it. When I do, I listen to it a few dozen times. And some of the words stick with me. When I love a song, that’s usually what sticks with me — lyrics. And in my mind, the words (or at least some of them) usually morph into words of love and romance and other such sappy things… even if that was never the writer’s intention.

If you love me, don’t let go
Hold…
Hold on…
Hold on to me
Cause I’m a little unsteady…

song of the day

Obviously I am not the owner of any rights to this song, this video, or these lyrics… just everything else… which isn’t much… © 2016 what sandra thinks

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irresistible.

skeletons.

You found beauty inside me
I never thought existed

You wanted me to trust you
Pulled me back when I drifted
You spoke the words I needed
The ones on which I subsisted

You whispered them into my ear
And something inside me twisted
Still, I fought you at every turn
But, of course, you insisted
Promised not a sunshine fairytale
Darkness not gone but lifted
I was lonely, lost and broken
But you relentlessly persisted
You begged me to believe
I was lovely, kind and gifted

You brought my heart back to life
How could I have resisted?

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the perk. #29

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number twenty-nine.

This weekend was my daughter’s birthday party. It’s always a small gathering at my mom’s. But even with fewer than 10 people at the party, I go a little crazy. I love to do it… and my kids love to see the cool things I create for them.

My daughter’s birthday isn’t until 11/6 (and mine is 6/11 — freaky, right?). The party was supposed to be closer to that date. But due to unforeseen circumstances, we had to move the party up… which made it closer to Halloween… which was perfect.

And I’ve been waiting for this particular birthday for years… ever since I found this:

fred-cake-candelabra

How cool is that?? I love it so much!

This perfect little candelabra holds 9 candles. For 5 years, it’s been sitting on a shelf while I waited for the girl’s 9th birthday. Building a party around this was so much fun… right in my wheelhouse. All dark and kinda goth and just… cool.

First, I made the invitation, of course. Designing stuff like this — I love it.

invitationBut let’s move on. To cake.  

Blood. It had to be done. And I was pleasantly surprised at how easy it was. It’s far from perfect… it was my first time. But I love the look so much that I’d like to do it again… not just with red to make blood. Blue for rain? Black for… um… being awesome? Oh, the possibilities…

blood cake.

I had a few little drips and spills on the counter… even the floor (oops)… so I had to clean up. Then I had to wash all my bowls and tools and such. And all I could think the entire time I was cleaning was… Is this how it feels to clean up a murder scene?

Then the candelabra… which, of course, couldn’t just sit there on the cake. It had to be all creepy with spiderwebs and, well, spiders. The plan was to use cotton candy pulled into some web-like form… but that didn’t work. Not even a little. Little clumps of fluff… nothing close to web-like. Fail!

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I gave up trying to find something edible to act as webs. I moved on to random web-like Halloween decorations. I did have to pass on the spiderweb lace gloves… $14.00 for gloves to cut up? Nope.

goth cake.

I think it worked out pretty well. Kind of webby… with creeping spiders. But the real test was lighting the candles…

goth cake lit.

goth cake lit.

What do you think? I loved it so much more once the candles were lit. Glowing and creepy and ripped out of a haunted mansion. I was really happy with it. And most important of all — my daughter loved it. And the second most important — inside. The red velvet cake with cream cheese frosting was delicious.

Finally… I couldn’t resist putting one of the pictures through a filter… so cool!

Happy Halloween…

goth cake prisma.

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☼ Perky. It’s not just for boobs anymore.
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imagination. (haiku)

window

Wish you were with me
So I could live outside of
Imagination.

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the same rain.

holding

Remember
when she said
she wanted
someone

in her life
to feel
the same rain
she feels?
To break through
the clouds
surrounding her?

She was looking
for you
.

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judgement. (haiku)

f you.

I have made mistakes
And I will make many more
So don’t judge me, bitch

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postcard from paris.

A tiny piece of fiction inspired by one of my stories…

paris-postcard

K–
        Paris is beautiful but I question my sanity. I walked past those flowers you love and I bought them for you. I know, you’re not even here. But now they’re in my room and they smell amazing and they remind me of you.
        I think I dreamt of you last night. I hated that I couldn’t remember all of it. And I hated that I woke up alone. I almost called but I had this perfect vision of you wrapped in our sheets asleep having your own dream. And I just couldn’t wake you. Next time, I may just be selfish and call anyway.
        I miss you. And I love you.
                                                           –D

swash.

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cold.

asleep

In the cold
I am consumed
with dreams of you
next to me
surrounding me
in your warm arms
whispering of love
your breath so close
I feel your heat
on my skin
and I sigh
because finally
for a moment
the cold is gone
and then

I open my eyes
and freeze

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