Writing Break

This came to me today and wanted to share. Not for nothing,  I do not give permission to use my writing without proper recognition of me as author, EVER. Just appreciate and enjoy "Blurred Perception."

I like to look at myself naked in the mirror

While standing in the shower

With my glasses off

And give myself a roaring round of applause.

I like to look at you naked in my bed

While in your embrace and looking in your eyes

With my glasses off

And reciprocate your look of love…

In both cases, I’m ignoring the uncomfortable details.

Fooling myself.

 © 2011.  LDS

Turkey Day in TN...Just What Truth Needed!

Yes, a pause in reality is actually what the doctor ordered for me. Several days away from deadlines, deadbeats, obligations, and irritation has given me a renewed sense of energy... and fear. Truth is...Truth don't wanna go home. I think this holiday break broke me from having to feel that I need to adhere to the insane, mundane, yet erratic work/personal life that is (no longer filled with too little time for anything "personal") expanding into other areas of my life. Ah, to be able to live from one Vh1 Soul segment to another with no worries...

So, today is my last full day away from the workhouse and other pressing obligations both directly and indirectly concerning my job.  I made a pledge to myself that I would do nothing related to work while I way away, with the inclusion of email checking (which is extremely hard since they come to my phone), but I can proudly say that I have accomplished just that...until last night.  Lying in bed with nothing particular in mind, I settled on deadlines and To-Do lists not To-Done. I almost had a panic attack as I mentally threatened my myself to think of something else or else...It was a close one, kiddies, but it gave me a peek into what my life has become. Something must be done. Pronto....


In other news, I'm getting the urge to once again create: write, sing, paint, draw, become deeply involved with myself once again. It seems that I have detached that part of myself from myself the more hectic my life has become. Now, I'm almost screaming from creative outlet (I actually found myself freestyling on the phone to "him" at 3:00am during the holidays...and I still got it)! I like this bravado my creativity has to push through no matter how hard I fight against it. I need it. It saves me...

Until next time...

The Truth Just Got Real.... in 3rd Person

Soooooo.....As much as she would like to take this time to sit here and once again apologize for her tardiness of the fingertips as it relates to this blog...she doesn't have that kind of time (like forreal)...Moving onward and upward to other things (dramatic transition), It seems that Truth  is in a predicatment of sorts. Let's briefly  recap...


So about 7 or 8 years ago, Truth was attending a community college not far from home. She enjoyed herself, made excellent grades, had a supportive circle of friends, life was good.. It only got better after she met "him."  Good ol' understanding, funny yet sensitive, emotionallly scarred "him" (setting you up for the fail here, kiddies) was by all standards a good guy with a bruised heart who didn't mind being friends, hanging out, coming to holiday meals with the family, going out on dates, etc. etc. One thing he did mind, however, was commitment...So, you can only guess how this turned out, right? Right....

Now fast forward to present day....

Truth and "him" have the opportunity to meet up 8 years and even more horrible romances later and find that time seemed to have healed some wounds and just patched up others.  The once naive, starry-eyed romantic Truth is now one who is very, very cautious with her heart. Mr. "him," once Mr. "I-got-all-the-feelings-for-you-but-I'm-too-wounded-from-my-past-relationships-so-I will-just-kick-it-with-you-and-her-and-her-and-her...," is now very different and positive about all things romance.

What has happened? Like forreal?

Stay tuned....