angst & poetry

i’ve been really distracted working on my comic…starting school…wrestling the minions into submission…avoiding passes from the dh who is lately amorously making me uncomfortable…i was thinking about putting some of my writing on this blog.

i have my other blog for my comic (apocalypticmama.com)…but i have a lot of fiction, stuff i put on other sites like wiki & yahoo & crap like that.  i want to share it here…but i don’t want a third blog just for fiction.  this blog is about me–so maybe my writings could find a home here when i have nothing noteworthy to journal?

let’s try it out.

here’s an oldie & a never-seen-by-anyone about a dreadlocked hula-hooping creature that ruined my life when i lived in a cooperative house with her.  i call it “horrible dreadful you” because she has dreadlocks & is a whore.  a little light poetry by me:

dreadful horrible you

 

you moved into my house

you liked what you saw

you looked into my life

you liked what you saw

dreadful horrible you

 

dreadful horrible you

you started to worm your way

into everything i knew

you wanted everything you saw

even things i held dear

dreadful horrible you

 

dreadful horrible you

one night you said to me,

hysterical and unintelligible

you wished my life away and asked me

what i would do

dreadful horrible you

 

dreadful horrible you

i told you

without my life

i would have less to worry about

you took my words

and you told him i didn’t love him

dreadful horrible you

 

dreadful horrible you

you sought to take my life for your own

you tried to make him hate me

how do you sleep at night?

dreadful horrible you

i almost got thrown out of the cooperative house for posting an abridged version of that poem on my door.  i thought it was funny at first, and then it really hurt that i could be so misunderstood & so disliked by people i considered to be my family.

i still hate that chick.

and hula hoops.

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