poison.

broken heart. poison.

You have disappeared
From the space beside me
But never will you leave
My hopeless aching heart
Inside me love is hiding
Desperate to be given
It should be beautiful
Feeling such affection
But with nowhere to go
Too much emotion to bear
Every drop of love I feel
Slowly turns to poison
scribble.

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alone.

alone. a poem by sandra.

You were right
The time was wrong
And when it wasn’t
You were gone
I can have
Someone to flaunt
But never what
I truly want
I have lost
And you have won
My path is only
Meant for one
All alone
I’ll slowly walk
Remembering how
We would talk
You would smile
I was your star
Now I only watch
From afar
Never will
My dreams come true
Because now my life is
Missing you

swish.

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six-word. and limerick.

Just a couple little things…

Six word story challenge: Supernatural

Sun’s down. Moon’s up. Feeding time.

darkness.

Limerick challenge: Lost

I remember watching, my mind tossed
Years ago, all my theories squashed
Plane down, pilot stuck in a tree
Every scene a mystery
Back when my favorite show was LOST

LOST

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mine.

mine. a poem by sandra.

He’s the one who wakes me with a kiss
He’s the one who holds my hand in his
He’s the one who stepped out of my dreams
He’s the one who loves me endlessly
I’m the one who always makes him smile
I’m the one who keeps him up at night
I’m the one who drives him to his art
I’m the one who fills his aching heart

He’s the one who makes the stars align

I’m the one who imagines he is mine
swish.

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fiction friday 13: roses are blue. (end)

fiction friday. fiction by sandra.


Hello lovely readers. Welcome to part 13. This is the final post for this story. Next week, I’ll start something new that will span just 1 to 3 weeks.

Also, please note: if you read all the way to the end, you’ll be in R territory. Or NC-17
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friday apologies on saturday.

sorry.

Please don’t hurt me… I will post fiction friday as soon as possible. I’m sort of impressed with myself that this is the 13th week and it’s the first time I’ve missed Friday completely. We had a holiday this week and I had no idea it was Friday… and the kids were on school break so I had no time… and I’m sure if given the opportunity, I could come up with many more excuses.

But I love you all and will post. And it will be the end of the story…

And the next piece of fiction will be much shorter… 1 to 3 posts…

Soon! xo

 

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weekly perk. #4

weekly perk.

It’s lovely to be appreciated. For what I do, for what I say, for who I am. In those moments when I’m feeling less than confident, I think of the things people love about me. Knowing something about me has made someone else happy? I love that.

But it’s important for me to also focus on things I love about me, as is the philosophy behind the perk. It’s a work in progress… and it sucks when something or someone comes along and knocks me back down a few notches. But I will keep climbing. Figuratively, of course, because I am afraid of heights. And I probably shouldn’t let everybody look up my skirt.

So… since some of you wackos think I’m pretty okay, I’ve been inspired (and indirectly encouraged) to list a few things about myself – good things… things I love about me…

  1. My sense of humor. It spans all ages (or so I am told). My kids think I’m hilarious. I have made my son spit milk all over the table (and gotten John to clean it up). Then there’s the dark humor. And of course, my often inappropriate adult humor.
  2. Cool mom. I must be pretty great because my kids are amazing. And adorable. Sure they want to kill each other sometimes. (Not literally) Hell, I want to kill them sometimes. (Not literally) But they are smart and creative and clever… I hope some of that comes from me.
  3. Pieces of me. my pretty pretty hair.It took me a long time to love things like this about myself. Something could always be better – that’s what my mind would tell me. But I do have lovely hair. And my boobs have always been quite popular. I will even share a photo. Of my hair. Not my boobs. (Sorry boys… or girls… or both.)
  4. Writing. I think I finally believe that my writing is good. And that’s really thanks to you. I never had feedback before I started blogging… and I really needed it. I’ve found lots of support here. I don’t want to single out anyone because I don’t want to leave anyone out, but I am going to be honest… I was going to write initials… and then I realized that I was going to say two of my biggest supporters are T and A. And, well, the mind wanders. And then I thought of two more who are also T and A. And I had to stop right there.
  5. The flirt. Once I get over some initial shyness, I’m lots of fun… and I’m kind of a flirt. Is that a good thing? (Those of you who answer ‘yes’ would probably also tell me to remove ‘kind of’…)

Also… this is not about me, not really, but I wanted to share… my latest ‘search terms’ (you know, what people search for that brings them to my blog)…

sandra's search terms.

This is not about me either but also needs to be shared…

You just wave a magic stick and the monster comes to life.

I kid you not… my son said that to me today. I lost it. And he asked me why that was funny… and I told him to ask me again in a few years.

I hope I left you with a laugh.

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distraction.

distraction. a poem by sandra.

distraction.

I’m writing
You’re staring at a blank page
Exactly
I think you should take a break
I bet you do
You’re wearing too much clothing
You think so?
Oh, we both know I think so
Give that back
Trust me, you don’t need a pen
For what, love?
Stop teasing and take this off
My tee shirt?
Mm… or let me take it off you
Then I’ll write
You’ll write in jeans and a bra…?
Yes I will
I cannot let you do that
I love that
Love what? This black lacy bra?
You love that

Yes I do

And I love
That you cannot let me write
devil.

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