This side of Heaven

Sweet Bliss · 06-25-2014, 09:00 PM

Ah sweet Butterscotch,
hard candy
sweet against my tongue

Ah sweet Cowboy
gently rocking rolling
on Stallion Bay

Ah sweet gentleman
at last our time is come

Breathing in tandom
hearts in sync
spooning dreaming

Riding waves of bliss
entwined throughout
the twilight hours

You are mine and I am yours
my shining star, your honey moon.

Sweet Bliss · 06-30-2014, 09:11 PM

Although sometimes cheesy and sometimes lame,
All my prose is not the same.

When I get the urge to cry,
which feels like needles in my eyes.

You'll always know it's my own words,
that scream injustice on your screen.

When my loins catch fire too,
the world will know I speak of YOU.

Others prose may fit the bill,
but mine are honest, true enough,

Stolen words are weak willed.

Sweet Bliss · 08-08-2014, 08:32 AM

As my memory trickles down that primrose path
we know so well
Recalling bits of conversations on the phone
On email
texts
letter
I am drawn to hints of connection
missed at the time.

Missed my time, missing time.
Time spent in my head
Not our bed
My head.

Sweet Bliss · 09-13-2014, 12:43 AM

Not feeling very poetic today.

Big dog pulled me down so hard and fast this morning didn't realize I was down until the pain in my arm from scraping the rough utility rug permeated my dull brain. Then the scary pain in my chest started to rise.

Have been out of it all day. Not a good day.

Sucks living with someone who doesn't give a shit when you are flipping out on the inside. Don't feel safe expressing my fear and pain. More suckage.

Pathetic way to live don't you think?

I lie to myself and say it would be worse if I was alone. Truth is I am always alone. Even when she sits staring at her ipad 4 ft away. Never speaking more than a few disjointed thoughts since 10 pm. It's almost one thirty. Since 2009 I have not met anyone in person that can carry on a conversation when technology is in the same room.

How ridiculous is that? Geezus... Soren and I would read to each other at night. I would crochet, or she would work on carving a walking stick as I read to her. Such a simple act of loving intent. I miss that. Quality time. Sharing ideas, philosophy, personal epiphanies, childhood experiences, fantasy future happenings. Isn't there even one person out there who wants a lover AND a companion? I can live without mind blowing sex, material things, fabulous vacations, nice cars, a house. Don't miss what you've never had. I cannot live much longer without true companionship. I'm just plain fucked aren't I?

Sweet Bliss · 11-26-2014, 12:33 PM

*Dramatic Golden Flounce deleted by Admin*

Sweet Bliss · 06-29-2015, 02:13 PM

Well, isn't that interesting.

Last post was the anniversary of my Mother's death in 2008.

Ever noticed that about yourself? The circular motion of our lives?

The constant repetition.

Anniversary of my Father's death will be here in August.

I so miss them both.

Sweet Bliss · 06-30-2015, 08:41 PM

Well, emptied out 7 storage tubs packed up 4, two bags of trash, and one bag for donations. Taking a hard look at all my craft supplies... think someone else could put them to better use.

Packed up my stained glass pieces.

getting closer to done.

closer to gone.

06-30-2014, 09:11 PM	#2
Sweet Bliss Senior Member How Do You Identify?: I Am Preferred Pronoun?: she Relationship Status: solo Join Date: Mar 2010 Location: the Beach, Pacific side Posts: 4,160 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 5,354 Thanked 7,268 Times in 2,159 Posts Rep Power: 21474856	Ode to Plagerism Although sometimes cheesy and sometimes lame, All my prose is not the same. When I get the urge to cry, which feels like needles in my eyes. You'll always know it's my own words, that scream injustice on your screen. When my loins catch fire too, the world will know I speak of YOU. Others prose may fit the bill, but mine are honest, true enough, Stolen words are weak willed.

11-26-2014, 12:33 PM	#5
Sweet Bliss Senior Member How Do You Identify?: I Am Preferred Pronoun?: she Relationship Status: solo Join Date: Mar 2010 Location: the Beach, Pacific side Posts: 4,160 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 5,354 Thanked 7,268 Times in 2,159 Posts Rep Power: 21474856	fini Dramatic Golden Flounce deleted by Admin

06-25-2014, 09:00 PM	#1
Sweet Bliss Senior Member How Do You Identify?: I Am Preferred Pronoun?: she Relationship Status: solo Join Date: Mar 2010 Location: the Beach, Pacific side Posts: 4,160 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 5,354 Thanked 7,268 Times in 2,159 Posts Rep Power: 21474856	Ah sweet Butterscotch, hard candy sweet against my tongue Ah sweet Cowboy gently rocking rolling on Stallion Bay Ah sweet gentleman at last our time is come Breathing in tandom hearts in sync spooning dreaming Riding waves of bliss entwined throughout the twilight hours You are mine and I am yours my shining star, your honey moon.

08-08-2014, 08:32 AM	#3
Sweet Bliss Senior Member How Do You Identify?: I Am Preferred Pronoun?: she Relationship Status: solo Join Date: Mar 2010 Location: the Beach, Pacific side Posts: 4,160 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 5,354 Thanked 7,268 Times in 2,159 Posts Rep Power: 21474856	As my memory trickles down that primrose path we know so well Recalling bits of conversations on the phone On email texts letter I am drawn to hints of connection missed at the time. Missed my time, missing time. Time spent in my head Not our bed My head.

09-13-2014, 12:43 AM	#4
Sweet Bliss Senior Member How Do You Identify?: I Am Preferred Pronoun?: she Relationship Status: solo Join Date: Mar 2010 Location: the Beach, Pacific side Posts: 4,160 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 5,354 Thanked 7,268 Times in 2,159 Posts Rep Power: 21474856	Not feeling very poetic today. Big dog pulled me down so hard and fast this morning didn't realize I was down until the pain in my arm from scraping the rough utility rug permeated my dull brain. Then the scary pain in my chest started to rise. Have been out of it all day. Not a good day. Sucks living with someone who doesn't give a shit when you are flipping out on the inside. Don't feel safe expressing my fear and pain. More suckage. Pathetic way to live don't you think? I lie to myself and say it would be worse if I was alone. Truth is I am always alone. Even when she sits staring at her ipad 4 ft away. Never speaking more than a few disjointed thoughts since 10 pm. It's almost one thirty. Since 2009 I have not met anyone in person that can carry on a conversation when technology is in the same room. How ridiculous is that? Geezus... Soren and I would read to each other at night. I would crochet, or she would work on carving a walking stick as I read to her. Such a simple act of loving intent. I miss that. Quality time. Sharing ideas, philosophy, personal epiphanies, childhood experiences, fantasy future happenings. Isn't there even one person out there who wants a lover AND a companion? I can live without mind blowing sex, material things, fabulous vacations, nice cars, a house. Don't miss what you've never had. I cannot live much longer without true companionship. I'm just plain fucked aren't I?

06-29-2015, 02:13 PM	#6
Sweet Bliss Senior Member How Do You Identify?: I Am Preferred Pronoun?: she Relationship Status: solo Join Date: Mar 2010 Location: the Beach, Pacific side Posts: 4,160 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 5,354 Thanked 7,268 Times in 2,159 Posts Rep Power: 21474856	Well, isn't that interesting. Last post was the anniversary of my Mother's death in 2008. Ever noticed that about yourself? The circular motion of our lives? The constant repetition. Anniversary of my Father's death will be here in August. I so miss them both.

06-30-2015, 08:41 PM	#7
Sweet Bliss Senior Member How Do You Identify?: I Am Preferred Pronoun?: she Relationship Status: solo Join Date: Mar 2010 Location: the Beach, Pacific side Posts: 4,160 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 5,354 Thanked 7,268 Times in 2,159 Posts Rep Power: 21474856	Well, emptied out 7 storage tubs packed up 4, two bags of trash, and one bag for donations. Taking a hard look at all my craft supplies... think someone else could put them to better use. Packed up my stained glass pieces. getting closer to done. closer to gone.