Archive for the ‘ Id ’ Category
My two tongues
Well, some would love that… lollll, but that's not my point. My mother tongue is French. I always lived in a French environement. I have no idea why English came so naturally to me. When I was a kid, I watched tv in both languages. Sesame Street, Road Runner and Tweety Show, later the after [...]
Why did you come here?
It was just to see, just to see, all the things you knew, I’d written about you. But you never came back. Still, you are around. Still, you talk. The two worlds travel side by side. You are stuck in reality. I am stuck in the words, again. Images, moving images. Flying sounds carrying your [...]
J’ai faim… encore
Même si les tiens sont imaginaires, les yeux des hommes me rendent toujours belle. Après avoir imaginé leur visage se perdre dans le parfum de mes longs cheveux, leur regard s’attarde sur mon visage, mes lèvres qui les invitent, mes yeux verts pleins de promesses. Mais jamais très longtemps, jamais assez longtemps. Leurs yeux descendent [...]
Drips
From my fingers From my eyes From my heart Between my legs All the drips converge. They mean the same thing. Fusion of my fluidity. I am water. I am blood. I realize that everything I’ve tried to put into compartments actually belongs together. The reasons for this, the explanations for that. The noise… of [...]
The frayed ends of sanity
Just flirting with paranoia. Just sweet talk in my ear. I’ve created I think. A space, a time. Angers, justifies, explains. The eyes, the minds that judge me. I am alone, I am surrounded. I drown within the black of my hopes. I do not falter under the weight of your good conscience. I am [...]
Femdom
At my most dominating I feel weak. At my most submissive I feel powerful. I could be a goddess. I tower over him, command him, order him, and still, vulnerability invades me. I might be playing the wrong part. I am told to obey, I am shown the way, and I feel strength. I know [...]
Really?
A few things… I’m going to kill the stupid fucking bitch I work with before tomorrow. I swear, I’ll tear her fucking head off. She’s stupid, ignorant, arrogant, petty, she lies… FUCK. I hate it when I can’t deal with someone. And she’s the kind of person that talks ALL THE FUCKING TIME. She can’t [...]
The questions (vultures)
This is fucking ridiculous. How many times will I have to tell myself? Got… to… let… go. Maybe writing is keeping closure out of reach. To put it down, to read it, to have it read. It’s out, in words. The weight is off to some extent. But I don’t feel like I’ve dealt with [...]
Le bruit
Mes mots me donnent mal à la tête. Ils font un vacarme intolérable. Je les entends la nuit, le jour, je les vois à l’écran, et sous mes paupières. Je les écris, pour qu’ils se taisent, mais ils restent. Ils prennent forme, ils deviennent vrais. Mais ça c’était hier, ou ce matin, je suis pas [...]
À fête du mort
3 heures plus tard, quand tout l’monde fût ben gris J’me mis encore à s’mer la zizanie Je pognai l’cul des grosses matantes Du spanish fly dans’ crème de menthe À’fête du mort, y avait jusse moé d’pas triste Les pénis, les fesses, les vagins S’exitèrent en un tour de main Ce fut un bordel [...]
I think
I may be losing my mind (not really) (edited a little later, just to clarify… )
Goddess of war
Not quite… But I’m in the temple of the Oracle, so I’m doing pretty good. And Kratos is damn sexy. ………………………………………………. What defines a relationship after so many years? Besides comfort, besides habit, besides security. There has to be love. There has to be patience, acceptance, trust, understanding. But these things mean some kind of [...]
Shopping
Tomorrow being turkey day and all my suppliers being down south, I will take the day off. I’ll go shopping for a dress for the company’s Christmas party. I feel like getting something totally outrageous, but not trashy. I want to be the star :) well, might not happen, but I can always fool myself [...]
Birthdays
Today my mom would’ve turned 57. Tomorrow my son will be 11. My birthday is on December 11th, and she died on the 12th. She’s been on my mind alot lately. Of course because it’s that time of the year. Also because I’m going through a difficult time right now and I need her. And [...]
T’es malade?
J’ai passé samedi et dimanche sur le sofa à morver, tousser, moucher, toute étourdie. Ça file pas mal mieux aujourd’hui, mais la journée à été longue au bureau… J’arrive à la maison, je lui dis fais moi pas à souper, ça file pas fort, je suis encore malade. Il me répond, t’es malade? J’ai réussi [...]
