memo to you

Blogophilia 21.4 Topic: "Misspent Youth"

Bonus Points:

(Hard, 2pts): incorporate a pair of 'similes' (in other words USE two similes rather than the literal sense of 'a pair of similes')

(Easy, 1pt): use a guitar pick

Memo to you,

Like a moth to a flame my life is once again being rearranged. A ghost of the past sorts it like a comic’s laugh, making the complicated become entwined with the deranged, twisting and turning displacing the meaning of irony behind the mask. Searching through the years of my last using the guitar pick of my misspent youth the medley falls together crashing like fire and water somewhere in the steam is where I reside this is where I gladly live and happily die living life were the passions collide.

Shooting for the stars,

Me

Marvin am aiming high and when i say high i mean high on the list for the topic guess Just Judi

now i will ... aim for the heart (lol) for the list for the pic guess Evil Twin.

Friday ...

Dear you,

If it is fake that you say I am I can not convince you that way was not my plan. I do not sit back with a needle and thread debated which string to sew and which to pull. You say I doubt you and I keep you out but what you don’t see is that this is not my reality. I come to you on my knees not for sympathy but because the reality of leaving is now heavily barring on me. I come to you with bliss on my mind because the affection bliss gives I wish to share with not just any one. You say my emotions tag team ripping you at the seam making you brittle but I don’t understand how you can see me this shallow…when all I wanted to do is share my life with you. I do not doubt what it is you feel I do not doubt the real. I breath out in a sigh because last night, last night I went to bed finally with a small piece of mind. I talked to my friend and she held my hand, she silently told me the wounds would mend. Then I wake and I am lost because at sometime last night I was wrong? Some where I failed yet again, some where my footing slid and I find myself looking up out of a hole, naked and alone. I’ve opened myself completely not just parts but every bit of me I leave nothing left hiding. And yet I am fake and all I do is take? If all I do to you is bring a weight then why do you not leave me? Love can be forgotten people do it all the time they walk away with a tear in their eye and sorrow in their heart but after a while a friend that is worth while fills that whole in their heart. I don’t know where I had my fall but I am sure on my knees pathetic I belong. I can not convince you of something that I thought was real if all you felt was a fake appeal.

lost,
Me