It's that time again: Chelsea Ann Owens' Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest. The theme again is love. Utter yayness! *** Sometimes when I miss you bad and I'm feeling really sad I hitch a ride and go downtown to the drugstore. I wander the aisles until I find, the scent of Brut so sweet, so … Continue reading Brut & Bali Hai
Guess what? It's time for Chelsea Anne Owens' Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest! This time the theme is love. Sometimes... Love is like a dirty sock. You smell it a mile away stealthily hiding beneath a rock. But you turn it over anyway to find bugs and maggots crawling 'round but you don't mind the stinky … Continue reading Sometimes Love
If you have to make someone fall in love with you... I call that cheating.
love is not patient nor is it kind; love, it seems, doesn’t give a damn. there isn’t always someone for everyone: sometimes there's no one
Rainbows dissipate and vanish without a trace — much like a mirage. a dying love leaves its memories, that in time grow vague and muddied. I believe in both rainbows and love; if only they would last awhile.
The topic I am about to discuss is not the norm. I am venturing out of my comfort zone and into the light un-dark. Brace yourselves. ** Love. In my opinion, it does not come under the heading of 'a many splendored thing;' that would be infatuation. You've got to admit, infatuation is a beautiful thing. … Continue reading Artillery of the Heart