Villainess of the Night

Clip Clop
Clip Clop
horses on the trot
taken from behind
gloomy gas lit night
come play with me
hither and yon.
Nimble
dance with misted wraiths
shadows prey
hungry
blade
razor rapier
tear into your heart.
Cry
moan
beg for me
beg that I release you
to death
to anything
but the dying pain.
Butterfly strength
mask covered face
sweet mint breath
hot on the neck
flick my tongue
tasting your fear
tinged in copper blood.
Race through darkened streets
terror filled glance
back
should have stared forward
my ability to track
to move
cat like grace
so well known.
Gore dipped blade
my breath
my breast
not ragged
not rent
turn
skip
walk away
Jane the Ripper
here to play.
©Feb. 18/20
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The Really You!

These questions have been posed by Rory from A Guy Called Bloke & K9 Doodlepip   

and I thought would be fun to answer. All about Time.

If you had more time per day how would you best use it? Currently a day is 24 hours long, but if the day was 36 hours long so 12 hours longer – how would you occupy yourself?

Given an extra 12 hours a day all I would do is procrastinate even longer about projects I should be doing. In the end would be sitting on couch reading emails and cuddling cats. And I do already so an extra 12 hours would be needless.

Everyone says they don’t have enough time every day, each day everyway – so what is enough time per day – how much time would you need in your day to get everything done?

Again I would just end up procrastinating and with my luck an average work day would go from 8 hours norm to like 10 or so hours as norm. So no extra time please.

Arguments for and against the theory of time are never ending … Does time exist? Does time really move fast or slow? It doesn’t matter whether it exists or what speed it travels at – l think what matters is how we best use it in the first place … how we prioritise our use of time itself – so after all that – to the question …

Do you think that you prioritise your daily active time well and if not could you squeeze any further time out to your advantage? If you do – since you started prioritising your use of time – do you find your day easier?

I do not prioritize my time. I do get up at 5:30 a.m. so as to get ready for work, write and read blog posts. Throughout the day I also check my emails trying to stay on top of all the blogs I follow. I work. I fit everything in where I can as I can. I no longer worry about time or the lack thereof. It is going to move on regardless of me and my wants/needs so I just go with the flow.

If you would like to participate in The Really You! please unsure that you ping back to the original post.

Props…..

Tember after being told where to find his clean clothes:

Tember: Props to you mom for folding my clothes and putting them on the shelf.

Me (after staring at him for a moment or two): I do not need any props from you. What I do need is for you to start doing your own laundry……then I will have props for you! 

He was still giggling as he closed the bathroom door.

***Today if finally dawned on me who Tember reminds me of when he does his chortle giggle: Mutley!

Picture of Mutley found on Pinterest

 

Cute I am Not…..

I am not a sweet little kitten.
I am not a marshmallow
with an ooey gooey center
sweet upon the tongue.
I am a warrior.
I fought through hell
to stand on my own
without safety handholds.
I am a dragon.
Breathing fire
vanquishing my enemies
who dare to laugh
to taunt
to derail the truth that I embrace…..
the reality that is mine.
I am a wolf.
Running free
bounding through snow
cavorting with my pack
bold
sleek
fast
I will not be caught
I will not be tamed.
I am wild.
I stand tall
ferocious
protecting myself
warning off those who come near
intent on destruction
poisoned lips whispering dead words
trying to break down
take down
that which is not understood.
I am a goddess.
I am a woman.
I am terrifying.
Seriously……
Stop it…….
Stop laughing……
I so can be ferocious. 
(Pouting & stomping feet)
©Dec. 9/19
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Building the Perfect Man

Wine is chilled
table set
girls night
time together
to reconnect
to laugh
to build the perfect man.
Mad scientists.
Frankenstein
rebuilt here
retouched there
cackles of laughter
shrieks of delight
as he begins to form
such is their fun.
Dash of romance. 
(Only a little though
modern women that they are)
Splash of dominance.
(Enough…..
just enough
to invoke a frisson of lust)
Listen with half an ear.
Encouraging.
Respectful.
Humor.
Crank up the switch.
Lightening crackles
energy slashes through.
Spasms.
Groaning…..
it?
he?
sits up
looking around
eyes alighting upon his creators.
With wicked intent
bated breath
they wait to hear his first words
this fabulous man
built to spec.
What would he say?
What could he say?
Mouth open.
Soundless.
Dumbfounded they are
until they realize why…..
They neglected to give him a voice.
©Dec. 8/19
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Divine Executioner

Garbed
wimple
penguin robe
head bowed in devote summation
eyes aglitter
rot within
I love this game I play.
I am tired.
tired of the sexism
Tired of the lies.
Tired of the pain.
Tired of it all.
This time
this era
it is one of the harshest I have seen
which morality’s lack
men slack
wrack and ruin at hand.
Desolate
a future no one wants to see
branded upon my mind
my heart
cutting my tongue from my lips
spout not the truth
speak not the validity of time.
Saintly
I am not
moving with delicate grace
gliding behind
dagger in hand
plunging through his back.
Slip away
quiet as a cat
demon’s will done
I have won
once again.

©Nov. 2/19
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