She looks but doesn’t see
the hurt she dishes out with words
careless words spoken without thought
she doesn’t care
He agrees to everything
the anger stays hidden deep inside
words are not spoken for hours, days, weeks, years
Yet, he doesn’t miss the hurt the child receives
The small heart is broken, shattered, torn
words spoken so carelessly taken so far deep inside
tears fall silently, never seen by the woman who caused them
never-failing to try to make her change her mind
A woman hurting, even after a lifetime
wondering again as the hurt resurfaces countless times
tears falling inside to wet the damaged soul
asking the same old question that never got answered
Why did she dislike me so?
How was I suppose to know that time was not unlimited?
That the sands in my hourglass sifted through my fingers,
As I played with life, never living it as I should have.
How was I suppose to know that love was fleeting?
When that love was given time and again to the wrong people,
And never to be received back.
How was I suppose to know that looking back was a danger?
As it made me sad, depressed and ashamed in myself,
For not giving all I had to my life to save my soul.
How was I suppose to know that regrets are like knives in the heart?
It’s too late to make those moments count,
Not only to yourself but to others.
How was I suppose to know that dreams are made to happen?
Only if you keep them in sight as you walk toward them,
Not when you forget them as you drift through life.
How was I suppose to know that all these things would make me ponder?
So I will work towards those dreams and forget about regrets.
As I have some time left and I’m not dead yet.
Today I thought I’d have some word fun. I love words, as most of you know, and I wondered where do we get those strange words for phobias? Yeah, my mind is a strange place….
Anyway, phobias, which are just basically fears, seemed like an interesting topic of conversation. We all have them. If someone says they aren’t afraid of something…they lie.
Now me, I have arachnophobia (fear of spiders) and claustrophobia (fear of closed in spaces), I also have achluophobia (fear of darkness).
What about you? What are you terrified of?
Here’s a list I came up with for words that mean some strange fears. Ok, maybe to those that have these fears they aren’t strange. So I should say, strange to ME fears.
What do you think?
For all you Vampires out there…. alliumphobia (fear of garlic)
Here’s one of Trump’s fears….allodoxaphobia (fear of other people’s opinions)
Now this one is not one I understand at all…. bibliophobia (fear of books)
My cats have this one…..brontophobia (fear of thunderstorms)
Now, I wouldn’t say I have this fear, I just like to avoid them….. catoptrophobia (fear of mirrors)
I wonder how people with this fear go the bathroom?….. coprophobia (fear of excrement)
Another one of Trump’s………criticophobia (fear of critics or criticism)
I know someone who has this….ergasiophobia (fear of work)
I’m not sure what to say for this one….. eosophobia (fear of dawn)
I only have this when I gain too much weight….. geniophobia (fear of chins)
And I know I don’t have this one! ……graphophobia (fear of writing)
I swear there are some people who have this that I know…..hedonophobia (fear of pleasure)
I don’t think anyone who is in the world’s oldest profession has problems with this one…… ithyphallophobia (fear of erect penises)
Ok, I have to admit, I have a bit of this one…… koinoniphobia (fear of rooms full of people)
Know anyone with this one?…… linonophobia (fear of string)
My ex-mother-in-law had this one to the point she would faint if she saw one…..musophobia (fear of mice)
Wonder what someone does if they have to go out in a storm if they have this one?…… nephophobia (fear of clouds)
Hearing about some….I have no doubt a few people have this one…… novercaphobia (fear of mother-in-laws)
Lot’s of people have this one!……ophidiophobia (fear of snakes)
Do you have this one?……phasmophobia (fear of ghosts)
I know too many people who seem to have this one!……phronemophobia (fear of thinking)
This is one for all those old men in politics who seem to have this one about women! …… prosophobia (fear of progress)
Hope you enjoyed my little list of fears.
On Tuesdays, I’ve been doing some tongue twisters. It’s fun, for a little while anyway. I was wondering if you guys have any preference in what I do on here. I know I have a couple of loyal readers who seem to read anything I post. Thank you!
But….I was wondering what readers want to see on here. More stories? More flash fiction? More personal stuff? More fun with words kind of stuff. What?
I’m more than open to ideas and suggestions. So I made a poll. I think it’s like only my second or third poll I’ve done on here and I’ve been here for almost five years now. WOW…..god that seems like a long time.
Anyway, I would appreciate it if all my readers take a second and fill out my poll. Come on….I’m not asking much….really.
Thanks for helping me out!
Love you guys!
Good day, People!
As you could probably tell by my title, I’ve been shoveling snow all weekend. Southern Alberta was hit with a snow storm this weekend. It snowed damn near for all of the last two days.
So yes, I’m sore and tired of shoveling this crap! So, I thought it would be a good day to re-post one of my funnier posts. It’s all about snow and shoveling and stuff……
December 8 – 6:00 PM
It started to snow. The first snow of the season and I took my cocktails and sat for hours by the window watching the huge soft flakes drift down from heaven. It looked like a Grandma Moses Print. So romantic. I love snow!
I woke to a beautiful blanket of crystal white snow covering every inch of the landscape. What a fantastic sight! Can there be a more lovely place in the whole world? Moving here was the best idea I’ve ever had! Shoveled for the first time in years and felt young again. I did both the driveway and the sidewalks. This afternoon the snowplow came along and covered up the sidewalks and closed in the driveway, so I got to shovel again. What a perfect life!
The sun has melted all our lovely snow. Such a disappointment! My neighbor tells me not to worry- we’ll definitely have a white Christmas. No snow on Christmas would be awful! Bob says we’ll have so much snow by the end of winter that I’ll never want to see snow again. I don’t think that’s possible. Bob is such a nice man, I’m glad he’s my neighbor.
Snow, lovely snow! 8 inches last night. The temperature dropped to -20 F. The cold makes everything sparkle so. The wind took my breath away, but I warmed up by shoveling the driveway and sidewalks. This is the life! The snowplow came back this afternoon and buried everything again. I didn’t realize I would have to do quite this much shoveling, but I’ll certainly get back in shape this way. I wish l wouldn’t huff and puff so.
20 inches forecast. Sold my van and bought a 4×4 Blazer and 2 extra shovels. Stocked the freezer. I thought about a wood stove in case the electricity goes out. Then thought that’s silly. We aren’t in Alaska, after all.
Ice storm this morning. Fell on my butt on the ice in the driveway putting down salt. Hurt like hell. The neighbor laughed for an hour, which I think was very cruel.
Still way below freezing. Roads are too icy to go anywhere.
Electricity was off for 5 hours. I had to pile the blankets on to stay warm. Nothing to do but stare at the wall. Guess I should’ve bought a wood stove. I can’t believe I’m freezing to death in my own living room.
Electricity’s back on but had another 14 inches of the damn stuff last night. More shoveling! Took all day. The damn snowplow came by twice. Tried to find a neighbor kid to shovel, but they said they’re too busy playing hockey. I think they’re lying. Called the only hardware store around to see about buying a snow blower and they’re out. Might have another shipment in March. I think they’re lying. Bob says I have to shovel or the city will have it done and bill me. I think he’s lying.
Bob was right about a white Christmas because 13 more inches of the white sh*t fell today, and it’s so cold, it probably won’t melt till August. Took me 45 minutes to get all dressed up to go out to shovel and then I had to piss. By the time I got undressed, pissed and dressed again. I was too tired to shovel. Tried to hire Bob who has a plow on his truck for the rest of the winter, but he says he’s too busy. I think the *sshole is lying.
Only 2 inches of snow today. And it warmed up to 0. Thought about decorating the front of the house today. Am I nuts?!! Why didn’t I do it a month ago??!
6 inches – Snow packed so hard by snowplow, l broke the shovel.
Thought I was having a heart attack. If I ever catch the son of a bitch who drives that snow plow, I’ll drag him through the snow by his balls and beat him to death with my broken shovel. I know he hides around the corner and waits for me to finish shoveling and then he comes down the street at 100 miles an hour and throws snow all over where I’ve just been! Tonight the family wanted me to sing Christmas carols with them and open our presents, but I was too busy watching for the damn snowplow.
Merry Christmas! 20 more inches of the damn slop tonight –
Snowed in. The idea of shoveling makes my blood boil. God, I hate
the snow! Then the snowplow driver came by asking for a donation and I hit him over the head with my shovel. The neighbor says I have a bad attitude. I think he’s a fricking idiot. If I have to watch “It’s A Wonderful Life” one more time, I’m going to scream.
Still snowed in. Why the hell did I ever move here?
Temperature dropped to – 30 and the pipes froze; plumber came after 14 hours of waiting for him, he only charged me $1,400 to replace all my pipes.
Warmed up to above -20. Still snowed in. The neighbor is driving me crazy!!!
10 more inches. Bob says I have to shovel the roof or it could cave in. That’s the silliest thing I ever heard. How dumb does he think I am?
Roof caved in. I beat up the snow plow driver, and now he is suing me for a million dollars, not only the beating I gave him but also for trying to shove the broken snow shovel up his ass. Nine more inches predicted.
I set fire to what’s left of the house. No more shoveling.
Feel so good. I just love those little white pills they keep giving me.
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