Paperbag princess

I just came back from a halloween kegger, and i noticed something, well, actually Chris, my boyfriend, pointed it out to me. I was dressed as the "Paperbag Princess" and every girl there knew who i was and complimented me on my costume, but only 2 guys (not counting chris since he suggested it) seemed to know who i was. most guys said, "what's with the paperbag?" now i thought this was one of those stories that everyone knew as a child. robert munsch was an awesome children story writer, but it seems that the "paperbag princess" stood out mainly in girls' minds and not guys'. could it be because the protagonist is a strong female character, and the prince she goes to save is a stuck up jerk? hmmm, something to think about.

Girlie moments

With blow-dried hair and painted face, i stepped outside to brace the world. More effort than usual went into my 'look' today. i wanted to look beautiful - sexy . . . perfect. But as i gaze at my hair, all i see are the split ends - every strand of hair is split. When i catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, all i see are the blemishes. i sit at work and cut the ends trying to remove all the splits, but i can always see one more. i should just shave my head. It's too difficult to see the Beauty in me. i look everywhere for Her, but She's hiding today. i want so much for Beauty to seep from my pores, but all that seeps is grease. i know i shouldn't care this much about how i look, but somedays (today) i long to be gorgeous.

Stop. Rewrite.

With blow-dried hair and painted face, I stepped outside to brace the world. More effort than usual went into my 'look' today. I wanted to look beautiful - sexy . . . perfect. I feel like a goddess floating on clouds; my hair so soft to touch I've been running my fingers through my hair all day. So now my hair is not quite as straight as it was when the day began. I love the way my hair feels when I've straightened it - soft and delicate against my cheeks. It smells pretty today - I smell pretty today. Perfume and make-up all for me. pink eyeshadow to match my shirt- brushed every so lightly on with eyeliner to draw attention to my Gorgeous green eyes. Every time I pass a mirror today, I stop to stare at the Beauty in me. And it feels good. I don't care if it seems shallow. Some days it's nice to feel beautiful.

Eeyore Days

Dark gray clouds follow overhead.
"tut, tut, it looks like rain"
Frigid wind blows through my hair; my skin is icy cold to touch.
Someone has tripped and popped my red balloon.
The sun is hiding from me. Was it something I said?
summer has disappeared and deserted me, as fall and winter are ganging up on me.
My world has turned dull and gray.
The one i love has lost interest
and left me here
dying - crying - alone.
I have become invisible to him; my sobs are noiseless now.
All my tears won't bring him back.
Where has the sun gone?

Fire Goddess

Buring red.
Flames flowing in the wind.
Red satin spinning 'round.
Soft to touch - red on my lips.

Burn. Burn. Burn.

The dark of night.
Silence all around.
Red flashes of light in the distance.
Red satin twirling floating on air.
Sweet berry aroma - red in my nose.

Fly. Fly. Fly.

Raise your wings to the stars.
Soar amongst the clouds
Red satin trails swirl above us.
Sirens sound - red in my ears.

Live. Live. Live.

Red hair and finger tips.
Fairy dust and pixie wings.
Someone to admire.
Red satin sprawled upon the earth.
Bitter sweet - red on my tongue

Behold - the red goddess!

Insight from a Bee

"You are beautiful and wonderful and perfect."
Why can't I see what you see?
Why can't I love me?

I feel so useless sometimes. Like I contribute nothing. I feel as if I've been sitting in this same position for so long that I don't know how to stand up anymore. For years I have had a plan for my future and now that i'm almost at the next step, I'm not sure I want to go in this direction anymore. I'm not sure where my path is anymore.

Confused . . . lost . . . scared.

I am Alice and the broom sweepers have swept the path away ahead of and behind me. All that is left is the small square underneath my feet.

"It doesn't matter what you do,
It doesn't matter where you go,
as long as you are you.
You are beautiful. You are wonderful. You are perfect.
You are you."

I am me.
and I like me . . .
sometimes.

I scream of RED

Swimming in seas of red.
my head
spins.
Empty bottle -
none left to share.
Red red everywhere. (and none a drop to drink)
Berry aftertaste. Delicious red.
Cheap twist; twist for me
drunken haze.
Long works days.

I'll grow my hair
till it reaches the floor.

Non sense
no sense.

Night Mares

Ghostly visages swim in the air around me. As I gasp for air,
dead horses gallop through my lungs
stealing my breath.

I cannot breathe.

The air is cold around me. Hoof beats drum in my ears.
I cannot block out the sound. The volume increases:
louder - louder;
they come from all sides.

Riders of the night.

They form a circle around me in the air.
Their eyeless gaze follows my movements as
I thrash about on my bed. While I twist, the sheets wrap
around my limbs and constrict me.

I cannot move.

Night Tremors.

Stolen pictures

Hanging pictures
from the ceiling.
And she never knew.
Stalking - always watching
and she never knew;
She never knew.

Caressing her soft skin,
as he gently constricts
her arms on the ground
with his knees.
He kindly presses the knife
to her pale throat
to quell her screams.

Hanging pictures
from the ceiling.
And she never knew.
Stalking - always watching
and she never knew;
She never knew.

As the tears streak
down her flush cheeks,
he sensually licks
the blood from her wounds.
The fear inside rises
to her eyes
and she knows she
Cannot escape his -
his lust.
His love.

Hanging pictures
from the ceiling.
And she never knew.
Stalking - always watching
and she never knew;
She never knew.

Bruises slowly appear
on the surface of her broken body.
Coughing blood and spewing phlegm.
She realizes she
Cannot escape his wrath -
Cannot escape him.
She's come undone.
She's moving on . . .

Hanging pictures
from the ceiling.
And she never knew.
Stalking - always watching
and she never knew;
She never knew.

Silence

Creeping above the night sky - ducking under stars.
Quiet. Quiet.
Rolling over sea waves and stepping on top of logs.
Quiet. Quiet.
Inching past the meadows; slithering between the grass.
Quiet. Quiet.
Sneaking through the desert: wading among the sands.
Quiet. Quiet.
Skulking in the flowerbeds. Tip-toeing on the daisies.
Quiet. Quiet.
Quite Quiet.

Camping Trip

I went on a camping trip on the civic holiday long weekend and I decided to post the link to my camping pictures on my blog in case anyone wants to see them. I had a lot of fun. And I went swimming in my underwear!! I haven't done that since I was a kid. I know, i'm such a prude - so conservative in some respects. All the girls were sitting on the floating dock and our pants/shorts were getting wet so we all decided to take them off and swim in our underwear. I put my pants back on before getting out of the water though (see statement above referring to prudeness). We bought a ridiculous amount of beer. There is a picture of a tower of beer cases, and that was the beer for one night, lol. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the pictures and excuse this short break from creative writing.

camping pictures