Frustration

Hands cold

Throat numb

Mouth opened wide

Soundlessly screaming…

Sometimes reality just hit you like a ton of bricks. All you can do is scream!! -photo by Pexels

Melancholy

She writes melancholy like she’s lived it before.

Listen to the silent grave under the deep blue sea

A dream I can’t recall

I dreamt of a dream I can’t recall

All I remember is I was about to fall

Into a sinkhole as big as a wall

I dreamt of a dream I can’t recall

My lover and I had a fight

He gave my heart the biggest fright

He didn’t feel nothing at all and

I can’t feel no remorse not even

Slightly apologetic at all …

-Have you ever had a dream you can’t recall in the morning?

Bond

You and I used to be

an intricate piece of

fabric held by a strong bond.

Now we are like a ripped tapestry

with worn out stitches

fibers and filaments

holding it together

tattered beyond repair.

photo by Pexel

Perfect Sunday

Thought I reblog this piece only because it is almost valentine’s day, and tomorrow is Sunday. You may want to think what to give her or him for Valentine’s day you may even make her breakfast tomorrow.

Over a cup of coffee

Making pancakes with him, such a fun activity most weekends he is here. Today, particularly he chose to be extra critical of my methods in making the batter. As if there are other methods to do a pancake batter. I rolled my eyes and continued with the batter while waiting for the pan to heat up.

Slightly annoyed, I poured the batter in the pan and as I placed the mixing bowl back on the counter, I felt his arms encircled my waist and felt soft sensual kisses behind my neck.

I smiled and just melted in his arms. I love the way he riles me up with his unusual way of getting to me.

Now, if I can only make him do the dishes without telling him tree times, It would be a perfect Sunday.

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Ramblin’ down the Highway

There he is ramblin’ down the highway

Driving his brand new top down Cadillac

With its trunk full of junk

When he’s driving her with the top down

He feels like a king of punk

Today she’s not in a good performing mood

He wanted to put her top down but

She just sits there all hung up

Top won’t go down, won’t go up

Just sits there all hung up.

photo by Pexels – Amanda Kerr

Spring

I do not know how to sing the joy of life

all I know is how to bottle-up

my angst and start a strife.

To detest the kiss of father Winter

and how I longed for dear Spring.

To dance in the sun

and in the river I swim

celebrate my joy with the song I’d sing.

I do not know

what a joy seasons bring.

All I know is I found happiness

in the gift of flowers and fun in the sun.

Let’s dance and have fun in the sun. -justme62

Me, myself & I

Since Valentine’s day is around the corner, I cringe because for years and years I get to spend it alone. Yes!! alone. So I am thinking of ways to freshen up my on going spending valentine’s day alone series…hahaha!

So, here comes some idea… buy bouquet of roses for my self. That’s one idea perfect for someone single like me. Years ago, my aunt told me I shouldn’t wait for a man to buy me stuff, because I sure can afford to buy myself jewelry, or take myself to the movies or buy myself dinner. Since then I’ve been treating myself to those.

But this year, I think I want to do something especial for myself. So I am thinking of baking myself a cake for Valentine’s Day. Sure I can run to the bake shop and buy a cake for myself. But like I wrote… I want to do something special for myself, I’m going to bake a cake for me to me.

Because I want to celebrate me and myself and I want to celebrate singlehood, I want to continue embracing being single. Don’t get me wrong, it is not like I chose to be single, but since I have not found Mr. Right as of yet, I will continue embracing being alone.