Posts tagged words

theartisansmarketplace:

It’s in my nature,

To always covet you,

And make you all mine.

Eww. Is this more verbal masturbation over Brendan? I may be sick.

woodlandwench:

I will pierce your soul,

Without any permission granted by you,

Probing all your insides,

With my two discerning eyes created by spirit,

My orbs of light will penetrate  beyond your flesh,

I will absorb those shadows that you dance with,

Until I become a part of you,

But you shall never become a part of me.

I will harass,

Stalk, and creep you out,

With my two psychotic eyes,

I will freak you out,

To the point of having to call the authorities.

My name is Dawn Gordon - be very wary.

theartisansmarketplace:

N eeded

A ttraction

T orrid

U nique

R aptured

E xotic

He was the lightening that flashed in my sky,

And the thunder that rumbled in my spirit,

He was the flowers that bloomed in my garden,

And the soil that I rooted myself in,

But he was also the rain that fell from my eyes.

Sigh. So what? Brendan moved your f’ing loins. You pine for him and masturbate to him. Who f’ing cares?

Immortality
A quiet and fervent wish
by death-fearing ones 

As a precursor to (hopefully) getting into more complex forms of creative and fictional writing, I thought I’d start by writing something of a non-fictional nature about myself. I realize I’ve tended toward the overtly poking of one stalking and harassing bear and this may have pigeon-holed me. There’s nothing worse than pigeon-holing so let’s hope this clears up the air.

I was born on October 24, 1966 in Bellevue, Washington. My name was actually supposed to be Shaun (correct me if I’m wrong, Mom) Renee. My biological father, for reasons completely unknown to me (though I suspect he wasn’t the brightest bulb in the box), decided to copy my mother’s first name instead. So, I was presented to the world as Susanne Renee Alberts. I was born with a cleft lip and (not discovered until much later) tachycardia.

My mother loved me so very much. How do I know this? Her husband left her in a tiny trailer. She collected bottles and such from the road to turn in for the change. She used this change to buy baby food for me and ketchup for herself. She’d make “tomato soup” from the ketchup. She is a very proud woman and did what she could to make sure her baby was taken care of. My grandparents found her and took us both home. My grandparents were truly beautiful and proud people as well. I miss them both terribly.

My beautiful and wonderful mother met my adoptive father, fell in love, and was married. He adopted me once they were married and I believe it was in this time frame my cleft lip was corrected (again, my mother can correct me). I think, for a time, she was happy with him. I’ll never know why exactly and, in deference to my sweet mother, I’ll not go much further into the sort of person I found him to be. Needless to say, when I was 16, my mother divorced my adoptive father and lived a short bit of life with a Norwegian wonder.

I graduated high school and decided to join the Navy (despite my tachycardia - it’s was not very detectable unless I was having an attack). I’m not exactly sure why the Navy appealed to me at the time but who can figure the mind of a teen/new adult? My life turned very much for the worse - even before I managed to get to basic training. To make a long story short, I was raped the night before going to basic training in Orlando, FL. After a few weeks, it was found that I was pregnant and sent home on a medical discharge.

This is the point in my life where I questioned what I had grown up with - God and Jesus. It was the starting point, anyway. In the middle of the night while home at my mother’s, I had the most horrific pain. I can’t even describe it accurately now. I woke my mother and went to the hospital. Spontaneous abortion. What an odd word for something like that. It almost makes it sound as though an impromptu party was held. Little did I know it was the harbinger of more pain to come.

Spinning my wheels - I think that’s what I did for a bit. Then I decided to pick up pieces of my life and start again. I joined the Army. Germany bound for three years, I spent quite a bit of time partying, coming home only to attend to my mother and step-father as he died of squamous cell carcinoma. These were selfish years I had. I reveled in German culture, German people, and my freedom to do as I pleased.

After my miscarriage so many years prior, I found I was unable to stay pregnant past the first trimester. Until the age of 28, I suffered more than a few miscarriages. It finally popped up that I had precancerous cells on my cervix. I panicked. This is when my atheism solidified. It was incomprehensible to me why I would be punished so thoroughly when I had done nothing to incur such wrath. It was at this point that I realized that I was not *thinking*…I was attempting to lay the bad things in my life in the hands of something that just didn’t exist. This is the point where I realized that *I* am responsible for my life and the things that happen during it.

Imagine my surprise when, after a bit of cryosurgery on my cervix, I found myself pregnant. I was so nervous. The first trimester passed. Then the second. At 28 I was going to actually be a mother. It was quite possibly the best moment of my life. And, up until this point, I had been able to manage and hide my tachycardia fairly well. My luck would run out during labor.

My oldest, Jessica, was born by c-section. The combination of my tachycardia and the umbilical cord wrapped around her neck made this possible. Soon after, I had my tachycardia attended to - RF (radio frequency) ablation. No more racing heart rate. However, a tiny part of my heart was damaged. Enough so to necessitate having a pacemaker after a few years.

I met a man named George and we were married. We had two children together and were mildly happy for nearly ten years. I met another man who clicked so thoroughly, knew me to my very core, and made me smile so brilliantly. I didn’t ask for it to happen…it just did. It’s this man I’m with to this day. All my love for eternity to my sweet James.

Over the whole of my life I have been (career-wise):

• A 30B - ATE, Automatic Test Equipment Operator/Maintainer (Army, 3 years)
• Web Developer/Web Host - since the birth of my oldest until now
• A writer - something I’ve recently (the past 2 years) developed a passion for and hope to develop even further

My life is pretty much an open book. You are more than welcome to ask me about *any* part of my life (including the parts I haven’t touched on, swinging lifestyle and bisexuality). I hope I have given you more incite and the niggling wish to ask for more.

I love listening to the sound of your breath as you softly sleep.
I adore the look of complete calm and peace on your face.
I wonder if you dream of me as often as I dream of you.
I hope to always look upon your face every morning until the day we expire.

themourningdew:

Armed with secrets and knowledge,

Her role now converts to holy revenge,

Given to her by GOD,

With his sound approval,

Of your cheating,

Your destroying women without a thought,

Causing a little girl tears of sorrow,

And ruining happiness for those with prophecy,

Watch prophecy destroy what you have left.

Is this “holy revenge” being done as Just_Real_Me on Twitter? Because I’ve got to tell you I’m in contact with Randy Tucker and have let him know you’re illegally using his picture. I’ve also taken snapshots of your most recent tweeting to a woman on Twitter. I’m sure as a fellow Christian he’s going to be rather unhappy about this.

But keep on with your “holy revenge”. Wait, weren’t you supposed to be leaving Tumblr (like 2-3 days ago)? You’re not…lying are you?

Crocodile tears flow
to a pile of vicious lies
and no one is moved

thelaughingwhore:

reneehendricks:

themourningdew:

The Lord said he smite,

He would smite that name if you…

Don’t do as he asks.

Oooooo! Smite me! I never do what some make believe friend tells me to do. So, come on. Get thee with the smiting, fruitcake!

 The old Dawn Smite

That kind of smiting is super fun!

(via thelaughingwhore-deactivated201)

themourningdew:

The Lord said he smite,

He would smite that name if you…

Don’t do as he asks.

Oooooo! Smite me! I never do what some make believe friend tells me to do. So, come on. Get thee with the smiting, fruitcake!

themourningdew:

Knew the bad secrets,

A boy begged for food and rent,

Weeks end is your time.

From one who stalks and harasses. She goes on and on about a boy starving and yet does *nothing* to help. She doesn’t ask the mother how she can help personally. What she does is creep around the Internet finding innocent and unrelated people via her “dream visions” and begins a campaign of harassment. She also truly believes that David Karp is reading her posts and she’s stated on numerous occasions that bad things will happen to him if he doesn’t get rid of accounts she feels have slighted her.

Fun stuff, the terminally insane.

healthyhaiku:

Medication abuse,

Pills to sleep, pills to help cope,

This is unhealthy.

~~

I think some would benefit from a few pills.

Before I start writing *anything*, clearly I need to ensure my caffeine levels are up. “Insight” instead of “incite”. WTF was I thinking? Ok, I wasn’t. Synapses were not firing.

savagemike:

helllloimjess:

thatjeffreykid:

steffr:

it makes you sound stupid.

it’s a sin.

it pisses me the fuck off.

so you’d better stop.

i can understand people saying oh god. but not putting the f word in there.

it’s not right.

it’s disrespectful.

BUT HEY! most of you don’t care because you’re not religious.

to each his own, i guess.

/RANT/

Amen.

Censor people.

LOL @ religious person telling people that they sound stupid.

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!! ARE YOU GODDAMN SERIOUS RIGHT NOW?

As I told my middle child the other night, words are simply words and nothing else.  It’s people who put any meaning behind them.