Free Write

This needs some major work...

I have my mother's eyes.
Blue piercing through all that look
upon the curves of our family inheritence.

Fierce with passion for the ones we love
and the ones we want to love us.

X-ray beams that can shoot across
to the one we do not believe,
understanding the truth behind their opaque eyes.

Filled with care for those who do not deserve it
worrying about all others
before the though comes about ourselves.

But our eyes are different in one way
her belief stands that there is trust in all people.
But I have read too many liars
to believe that there are many who should be trusted.

Alex can't read

Bow down for I am your Cod. Yes Cod. :)

Look! There's a lonly cow!
Hey! Cow!
If I were a cow, that would be me.

Deep Blue Something

Random Thought

So this line just kind of came to me one day and I haven't really been able to do anything with it but I thought I would share it:

Our freak outs are ledgendary when the hairy spider the size of an atom crawls across the floor.

Have fun :)

A poem by A. Sugarcube that I love for some strange reason

God's peeing on us, Sweetheart
By A. Sugarcube

Three kids, one bathroom. On a good day, I'd get to empty my bladder a total of two times. But I was a mother now. The title came with the ability to hold piss. Or at least the ability to pretend you were able to hold your piss.

I remember one day, when it was raining so hard you were afraid your shoes would melt if you wore them outside, Michal, jacqueline, Laura, and I were standing on the small stretch of sidewalkin front of our apartment, barefoot- giving ingo our fear of melting shoes- and Michal asked me where rain came from.

Converniently, at that moment I realized I really had to use the bathroom.

My bladder reached out to the part of my brain that answers come from and I said "God's peeing on us, Sweetheart."

His eyes pleaded, asking if i was lying but he'd never say it aloud. I was in fact his mother; lying was not part of the bargain.

So as a way to prove me right, or in this case wrong- as I was completely wrong- he threw his head back and opened his mouth. Droplets of the alleged "pee" coated his tongue, and I swear it was the most honest act of courage I've ever seen. (I don't know of anyone else who'd drink pee, just to make sure it was pee.)

Of course I expected what happened next. he looked back at me with the corners of his mouth curled into a smug grin, and said, "Mooooom! It's just water!"

I never did get around to peeing when we got back inside.

Dinner doesn't cook itself.

Free Write

I thought of a good idea for a free write that I am using as the begining of one of my pieces. here it is: Sometimes I think God made a mistake creating me as a _______. Now man or woman could fit in there or you can use it in another way. But I thought it was a cool idea.

Slice of Childhood

I love innocence.
The way it sun jumps off my baby sister’s hair
Down to her smile.
It can make any test-filled day,
become a no homework afternoon.
The teeth coming in at random places
Piercing through her soft gums:
No wonder why she cries.
But as long as she is held in someone’s arms
Someone that she knows loves her
The pain is no longer there.

As she eats her purified green beans
And makes a mess on her high chair,
My new sweatshirt,
And Sarah’s cells phone;
My frustration starts to get heavier till I look at her face,
And see the green mudslide spurting out of her mouth
As she laughs at my red face.

She speaks in a language no one else knows
No, it’s not some ancient diction
Arabic or Celtic.
It is more specific to the simple-ness in life.
Enjoying a tasty block
Or an entertaining strand of dust.

We can only understand when she says da-da
Because she reaches for him at that moment.
As he walks out the door
To go to another night of work,
Tears fill her face
Only until
She sees her favorite person.

At only five years old,
He is already her protector.
The watchful eye when she slides out of sight.
The net around the bed
Making sure she does not fall.

She is surrounded by people who love and care for her.
Every one of them
Wanting for her to grow up
Learn to walk,
Talk,
Feed herself,
Bathe herself,
Until the age of seven when,
The children in my family,
Become self sufficient.
But me,
I love her,
Dirty diaper and all.