Be That Girl

May 13

Be That Girl

I have tried to protect the investment I made in the past by selling the soul of my future.  I arrived self-possessed, a winning girl, but I slid the self from the scene leaving me simply possessed.  I gained everything then lost it a piece at a time starting with the parts nearest my heart.  I must draw the shards together once more and mend this lovely crystal. The art of living is insured by my action not by grasping at slivers in terror of what slips from my fingers.  I am what I have inviolate and all else comes to fruition when I am pleased; when I am myself.   

Be aware which pens are poison

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SOOT

I diligently work to remove the soot.

The residue from the last time I tried to hot wire my brain

When I attempted the short circuit of my safety-thinking

I caught my life on fire and flames, though brief, were spectacular.

Electric fires are very jarring

The burning insulation toxic

It leaves bare, stuttering lines crossing and recrossing

My stable base, the methods I once used to keep sane, is shot

All because I wanted to go joyriding in my thoughts

Suspended reality sounds so good but always bursts into flame

Leaving me with soot removal as a hobby

You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault

http://www.amazon.com/More-Sober-The-Way-Sane/dp/144141231X/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1374072329&sr=8-3&keywords=sober+on+the+way+to+sane

http://www.amazon.com/Lines-My-Life-Sherrie-Theriault/dp/1448652820/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1374072576&sr=1-1&keywords=Lines+from+my+life%2C+Sherrie+theriault

Soot

May 22

SOOT

I diligently work to remove the soot, the residue from the last time I tried to hot wire my brain.  When I attempted the short circuit of my safety-thinking, I caught my life on fire and the flames, though brief, were spectacular.  Electric fires are very jarring, the burning insulation toxic.  It leaves bare, stuttering lines crossing and recrossing.  My stable base, the method I once used to keep sane, is shot.  All because I wanted to go joy riding in my thoughts.  Suspended reality sounds so good but always bursts into flame, leaving me with soot removal as a hobby.

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The Delano’s

Indifference is the backbone of power.

It is a state of faithlessness,

not infidelity but rank apathy,

saving every ounce of ardor for the prize you seek.

I thought I was the prize and I am;

I’m just no longer yours.

Cast aside for the leviathan and the miscreants

I wonder what I could have done to hold your attention

The answer is nothing.

Nothing could be done.

Blinded by the ambition of heroism

the struggle is the goal

No gem no matter its brilliance

can check your drive toward a place in the epic narrative.

Tis the hero’s lament to save every life except your own.

You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault

http://www.amazon.com/Sober-On-The-Way-Sane/dp/1440417342/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1388576888&sr=8-1&keywords=sober+on+the+way+to+sane

http://www.amazon.com/More-Lines-From-My-Life/dp/1448677203/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1388576956&sr=8-1&keywords=More+Lines+From+My+Life

Be That Girl

May 13

Be That Girl

I have tried to protect the investment I made in the past by selling the soul of my future.  I arrived self-possessed, a winning girl, but I slid the self from the scene leaving me simply possessed.  I gained everything then lost it a piece at a time starting with the parts nearest my heart.  I must draw the shards together once more and mend this lovely crystal. The art of living is insured by my action not by grasping at slivers in terror of what slips from my fingers.  I am what I have inviolate and all else comes to fruition when I am pleased; when I am myself.   

Be aware which pens are poison

*

SOOT

I diligently work to remove the soot.

The residue from the last time I tried to hot wire my brain

When I attempted the short circuit of my safety-thinking

I caught my life on fire and flames, though brief, were spectacular.

Electric fires are very jarring

The burning insulation toxic

It leaves bare, stuttering lines crossing and recrossing

My stable base, the methods I once used to keep sane, is shot

All because I wanted to go joyriding in my thoughts

Suspended reality sounds so good but always bursts into flame

Leaving me with soot removal as a hobby

Soot

May 22

SOOT

I diligently work to remove the soot, the residue from the last time I tried to hot wire my brain.  When I attempted the short circuit of my safety-thinking, I caught my life on fire and the flames, though brief, were spectacular.  Electric fires are very jarring, the burning insulation toxic.  It leaves bare, stuttering lines crossing and recrossing.  My stable base, the method I once used to keep sane, is shot.  All because I wanted to go joy riding in my thoughts.  Suspended reality sounds so good but always bursts into flame, leaving me with soot removal as a hobby.

Add all the numbers of your phone number.

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The Delano’s

Indifference is the backbone of power.

It is a state of faithlessness,

not infidelity but rank apathy,

saving every ounce of ardor for the prize you seek.

I thought I was the prize and I am;

I’m just no longer yours.

Cast aside for the leviathan and the miscreants

I wonder what I could have done to hold your attention

The answer is nothing.

Nothing could be done.

Blinded by the ambition of heroism

the struggle is the goal

No gem no matter its brilliance

can check your drive toward a place in the epic narrative.

Tis the hero’s lament to save every life except your own.

Soot

May 22

SOOT


I diligently work to remove the soot, the residue from the last time I tried to hot wire my brain. When I attempted the short circuit of my safety-thinking, I caught my life on fire and the flames, though brief, were spectacular. Electric fires are very jarring, the burning insulation toxic. It leaves bare, stuttering lines crossing and recrossing. My stable base, the methods I once used to keep sane, is shot. All because I wanted to go joy riding in my thoughts. Suspended reality sounds so good but always bursts into flame, leaving me with soot removal as a hobby.


Add all the numbers of your phone number.