distraction
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HANGING on humor!by Debi Lyn
When Life is weighing you down and testing your last nerve;
when overwhelm taunts your mind and body but you can't swerve.
HANGING on humor!- by Debi Lyn When Life is weighing you down and testing your last nerve...and overwhelm taunts your mind and body but you can't swerve. When tears threaten to fill and spill and stream down your cheeks to your ch
Girls ... DISTRACT ME ... !!!
Do They Distract YOU ... ?
There's SOMETHING IN The Way They MOVE ... !!!
They Look SO GOOD In ... " High Heel Shoes " ...
Sweep to the center of the room,
My brain, the state I live in,
All the junk; collect it in a pile,
And sweep it out the front door.
I don't want to sound pathetic, but lately,
I haven't been able to focus, and I cannot blame anyone but myself.
My hands weigh me to the floor, the snapping of a will,
Moon-kissed windows,
projecting the oblivious melancholic sight
of those who shine bright, and
time-blessed gravity defyers
dancing to a rhythm of lust,
like blooming roses in the sun.
dear distraction,
don't show your shoulders
don't wear low shirts
no open-toed shoes
don't wear tank tops
don't wear skirts
no sandals, that's only for dudes
Zoning out is not a pain
the feeling of dancing through the rain
And feeling it kiss your cheeks
like it hasn’t done for weeks
or maybe even years
It had been 90 days. She’d finally learned to leave it alone. It had gone from her mind, she’d resisted the images she let consume her, and the strange sensations she knew would hurt her.
I am standing at the top,
But I am not looking down.
I hear the world beneath my feet,
But I am not looking down.
Instead I see the sky above,
And I am not looking down.
You love me,So you have told me before,Would die for me,Love me till the very end,Even marry me.So why am I still your second choice?Why do I still come second to her,
It’s a specific side.
The one with frayed edges where
Paper fibers are disrupted from the interwoven
Pattern of rules calculated to win points.
No one can see the perfect matrix.
Lately I ve been distracted
Writer's block so powerful
Hands crippled aching with regret
Turning to my temptations
My soul, my creativity dies a little each time
But now Im bac..I hope
I live in the stories that I create,
in the books that I read and make,
the stories in my head
because it is better instead.
I imagine many things,
many horrible things,
things wonderful,
Pressing further down the road.
Pressing harder on the petal.
Racing my way-
To the thought of you.
At the end of this road,
I see me coming home.
Back to you.
Gripping the steering wheel,
The low tones of my cello
Resonating through my own chest
The harmonic accompany of the orchestra
Sixteenth notes and eight notes
Whole notes and quarter
Half notes with dots
And rests in no order
The glass on my window moves back and forth
The wind makes a pounding noise
Every so often I have to check
To see if someone is out there
There never is anyone
I am always alone
And outside I can hear,
I am young.
Thinking more of girls, than of grades,
I take the time to ponder lips of pink-ish red, soft and moist,
Glossed with the scent and color of strawberries,
With curvaceous beauty, with supple sensitivity.
