Spinning Lies

alone
she sits surrounded
the webs of her life
tangling around her
drowning
her feeble cries for help

in the dark

no one can see her

again 

she spins her web

schemes

aches for attention

neverending 

draining

his heart aches

he watches as 

she spins her newest web

the silken threads 

glisten 

beckon to him

so beautiful

all he ever wanted

she waits for him 

willing him to listen 

still spinning
lies
 

Irate

So the person that I referred to in a previous post as crying wolf got to me again. totally my fault. I had blocked her in facebook and stopped having any contact with her 3 months ago, but unblocked her about a month ago. I guess I was hoping for an opportunity to have some sort of dialogue although honestly I knew it was pointless.

Well, I get a letter today, on facebook from her. It is a very nice letter but filled with denial and devoid of any honesty. I go back and forth for 5 hours in my head, do i write it, dont I...Finally, I write her back and remind her why we hadnt spoken (since she said she didnt know) and explained to her how I felt. It was not a touchy feely letter but I did leave it open...

I tell my hubby when he gets home, that this person wrote me and he knew all about it. And then wanted to read my response. Seriously? You dont wanna read what she wrote? So I read him both letters and I could see it in his eyes that he was bothered by what I wrote. I reminded him that I didnt write it for him, I wrote it for me. Well, the response I got back from her was angry and accusatory. I was pissed and still am. Told her off and not to contact me again. People who know me know what that means. It means dont. Ever.

Feeling pretty shitty right now. And pissed at my husband.

Blah

So I forgot to post entirely yesterday...

St Pattys Day

Well here we are. Green Beer Day. I had none, thankfully. I had one horrible cheap beer at my sis in law's and we chose to not go to the bar that was serving $1.50 shots and draft beers. We had no corned beef or cabbage.

I wrote nothing today. I had one of those days where you wake up and NOTHING goes right. I don't feel inspired or even creative enough to put something on paper.

Another day...

It was just another day in the neighborhood. The only thing I wrote today was a bit of an assignment from another class. I am bouncing around phrases for the poem I posted about yesterday. If I cut through my anger at this person and situation, I see that there is pain too. I am hurt AND angry and I know the two walk hand in hand. It just hit me more close to home.

alone
she sits surrounded
the webs of her life
tangling around her
drowning out her feeble cries for help

Just kinda freewriting at this point. Ill try more tomorrow.

Here I am. Again.

Well, I'm back. 

This time, because of my Creative Writing class. I seem to be struggling so much more, this semester, and I don't know why. It's not like I don't have drama to inspire me, apparently I may have too much of it.

I actually just thought of an idea for a poem of sorts. I have someone that I know who lies. All the time. About anything. Most recently, this person says they went to doctors office and doc said they had a mini stroke, then sent them home. I don't think so. I think I want to title the poem: All Alone Crying Wolf.