This is my work in progress list… and how I keep track of my word count.
so, surgery was Wednesday and I have been doing better but a lot of sleeping since. as you can see I was stredd writing before it. the poll gave me 3 options .
1 Decaying thoughts
2 searching for self
3 glass houses
that’s the order so far but I am willing to take votes until I get finish with forgotten Knowledge . so if you haven’t voted lrt me know .
This is my work in progress list… and how I keep track of my word count.
Well, I have been busy. My youngest has been helping me plan for my recovery. He has made it seem like I have nothing to worry about.
Due to the anxiety and stress tomorrow I’m not going to be able to get the review. instead I will post some of Serenity’s art. I will also be trying to schedule the week tomorrow…
oh BTW so far the new love poetry volume seems to be faery tale themed. not intentionally and I don’t plan to make it continue. but I found it amusing.
Lyrics –
Got a boy back home in Michigan
And it tastes like Jack when I’m kissing him
So I told him that I never really liked his friends
Now he’s gone and he’s calling me a bitch again
There’s a guy that lives in a Garden State
And he told me that we make it ’til we graduate
So I told him that the music would be worth the wait
But he wants me in the kitchen with a dinner plate
I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe that we’re meant to be
But jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy get the best of me
Look, I don’t mean to frustrate, but I
Always make the same mistakes, yeah
Always make the same mistakes ’cause
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
But you can’t blame me for tryin’
You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’
You were the one (ooh-ooh)
That could finally fix me
Lookin’ at my history
I’m bad at love
Got a girl with California eyes
And I thought that she could really be the one this time
But I never got the chance to make her mine
Because she fell in love with little thin white lines
London girl with an attitude
We never told no one but we look so cute
Both got way better things to do
But I always think about it when I’m riding through
I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe that I’m in too deep
And jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy get the best in me
Look, I don’t mean to frustrate, but I
Always make the same mistakes, yeah
Always make the same mistakes ’cause
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
But you can’t blame me for tryin’
You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’
You were the one (ooh-ooh)
That could finally fix me
Lookin’ at my history
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
Oh, you know, you know, you know, you know
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
I’m bad at love, yeah
I know that you’re afraid I’m gonna walk away
Each time the feeling fades
Each time the feeling fades
I know that you’re afraid I’m gonna walk away
Each time the feeling fades
You know I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
But you can’t blame me for tryin’
You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’
You were the one (ooh-ooh)
That could finally fix me
Lookin’ at my history
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
Oh, you know, you know, you know, you know
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
Ohh, oh
My 2 cents –
by time I was 21 this felt like me. I have more or less been with the same person since then but even that at times has felt like it fits the song .
This is my work in progress list… and how I keep track of my word count.
well I managed to get through the pad challenge. and as you can see I finished the Love themed volume.
this will be the next volume for love poetry. (some themes I feel like I need to keep a volume for.)
I had hoped Serena would be able to to bbe done with her volume by now but she still has 3 poems left to do. that’s probably going to be done by next week so I am sharing her next volume as well.
I only left kissed by Verse so you could see it was done. I will probably not have it or crypts secrets on here next week.
while I would like to plan on the poll for my nect volume I believe that will be after my surgery.
I found someone who is more steady than me who is willing to do the inking. so it id one step closer.
Lyrics –
Don’t ever laugh as a hearse goes by
For you may be the next to die
They wrap you up in bloody sheets
To drop you six feet underneath
They put you in a pinewood box
And cover you up with dirt and rocks
It all goes well for about a week
And then, your coffin begins to leak
And the worms crawl in, the worms crawl out
The worms play pinochle on your snout
They eat your eyes, they eat your nose
As you begin to decompose
A slimy beetle with demon’s eyes
Chews through your stomach and out your sides
Your stomach turns to rancid grease
And puss pours out like melted cheese
You spread it on a slice of bread
And that’s what you’ll eat when you’re dead
And the worms crawl out, the worms crawl in
The ones that crawl in are lean and thin
The ones that crawl out are fat and stout
Your eyes fall in, and your hair falls out
Your brain turns into maggot pie
Your liver starts to liquify
And for the living, all is well
As you sink further into hell
And the flames rise up to drag you down
Into the fire, where you will drown
Your skin melts off as you descend
And Satan tears you limb from limb
Your suffering will never end
And the worms crawl in, the worms crawl out
They’ll eat your guts and then shit them out
And when your bones begin to rot
The worms remain, but you do not
So don’t ever laugh as a hearse goes by
For someday, you’ll be the one to die
And when Death brings his cold despair
Ask yourself, “Will anyone care?”
My 2 cents –
I used to adore this song….it felt like a poem more than a song .
This is my work in progress list… and how I keep track of my word count.
my numbers are good this time ….
I have surgery scheduled for may 13th. that feels like a lot but I am hoping that will solve a lot
Pattimouse 