lust. #poetry #haiku

love. hot.

In darkness he comes
tempting me until I am
overcome with lust

 

swash.
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car maintenance.

I truly hate dealing with car stuff. But, as I was long overdue for an oil change (or, my car was… not me), I figured I should take care of that… especially since my husband is off today and I wanted to get away from him. No… I’m kidding! Because he is off today, I didn’t have to bring the kids who would have been bored little pains in the butt the whole time.

But this post really has nothing to do with my car.

The thing is… I just had my oil changed by the hottest guy I’ve interacted with in a very long time. Holy crap… I was all flustered! I’m like a freaking teenager.

This guy was a cross between him:

and him:

… so, you know, the man of my dreams.

Gulp.

“Oil change?”

“Uhh… yes, please.” I swear, I do speak English.

“Okay, Sandra… We checked out [blah blah hot guy talking…] and you’re in great shape. You are due for… [blah blah hot guy talking about car things…]… and that takes about 10 minutes if you’d like to do that today.”

“Do I get to stare at you the whole time?” NO… I did not actually say that. But, damn, I thought it.

Sigh. And yes, he did call me by name… because he knew my name after he ‘scanned in’ my car. How personal. And hot.

“Would you like me to clear your maintenance light?” (Is that what he called it? I have no fucking idea.)

“Yes… please do stick your sexy tattooed arm into my car and push my… um… buttons.” NO… I did not actually sat that either. But, damn… What I really said was, “yes, please…” [Inaudible moan.]

“Thanks, Sandra. Have a great day.”

Yum.

 


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fiction friday 68: back to you. part 14. #fiction

fiction friday.


back to you. part 14. [previous: part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11 | part 12 | part 13]

Damn, I have no idea what I’m going to post for fiction friday when this story ends…

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untitled sappiness. #poetry

always.

As I watch him smile beside me
I can’t imagine my life before

No more nights awake and lonely
No tears falling to the floor

My heart is unchained, finally free
I couldn’t ask for anything more

He gave me everything I dreamt of
Hope and peace and all of his love

[I’ve been reading something I wrote that is kind of idealistic and pretty damn sappy… and I like to pretend I’m in the story…]


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song of the day. #36

song of the day | what sandra thinks

Lately it feels like I’m stuck in a trap… or a hamster wheel. I keep running and running but I get nowhere. I keep trying and trying but I can’t change or ‘fix’ anything. I’ve been writing posts but they all turn to hell… and I trash them (seven of them now). Everything inside me keeps running to the same place. And it’s not a good one.

This song doesn’t go to a dark place at all… but it is kind of about going in circles… repeating the same thing over and over… but ending up right at the start. Welcome to my life.

swirly
When I wake up in the morning

I see nothing
For miles and miles and miles
When I sleep in the evening, oh lord
There she goes, only in dreams
She’s only in dreams
Well, well my love
We’ve been here before
Don’t drag me through this again
We tried everything under the sun

Now I’m trying to wake up from this
I’m trying to make up for it

All we ever do, is all we ever knew
La la la la la la

You don’t see why you would there’s no love to give
Well what goes around comes around
I know sometimes you get so caught in a dream
But now it’s time to wake up from this
It’s time to make up for it

It’s time to wake up from this
Yes it’s time to wake up from this
It’s time to make up for it

All we ever do (all we ever do) is all we ever knew
La la la la la la

I’m feeling low, feeling high
Feeling down, why isn’t this enough?
I’m feeling low, feeling high
Feeling down, why isn’t this enough?

All we ever do is all we ever knew
All we ever do
It’s time to wake up from this
La la la la la la

song of the day

song of the day
Obviously I am not the owner of any rights to this song, video, or lyrics… just everything else… which isn’t much… ©2017 what sandra thinks
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no heart. #poetry

when he broke her heart
he thought she would recover
but if he had one
of his own
(a heart, that is)
he would have known

messy heart.
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my demons. #poetry

I cannot
let my demons go.
I need them.
They make me
who I am.
Without them
I am nothing.


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I couldn’t resist including this… one of my favorite songs…

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the green stuff. #poetry #haiku …with a story.

My husband is a pain in the ass and I harp on him a lot around here. Hell, he’s one of the reasons I started blogging. But he actually did something (something really small… but something) for me.

I am having another bad day — this time, not because a bunch of stupid crap went wrong like dropping the butter and such. This time because of me… whatever is wrong with me… the many, many things wrong with me. I’ve written FOUR posts today but they’re all too depressing to publish. Then my husband came home with something I forgot I asked for. I still feel awful and don’t think that’s going to change anytime soon… but at least I get this.

He can be thoughtful!
He remembered that I asked
for guacamole.


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