13 Tuesday May 2014
Posted in In Charlotte's web
Tags
creative, life, poem, poetry, proud, self belief, self worth, sharing, writer, writing
I like to write, make no mistake.
I love to collaborate, share…shine.
Bring to life my fantasies.
Envelope ideas and turn them into a tale to remember.
Is this madness that I seek to make a world in my mind real for others?
Through the eyes of my characters, their hearts and feelings – maybe I can express the parts of myself that no one else ever sees.
Whatever it is…it’s what I do.
I’m a writer.
❤
01 Tuesday Apr 2014
Posted in Parodies, Songs and Silly Poems.
26 Wednesday Mar 2014
Posted in Parodies, Songs and Silly Poems.
Oh lord, it’s hard to be sexy
When watching Walking Dead all day
I just can’t seem to get the mojo
Cause all I see is creepy faces in my way
To know me is to love me
I am one hell of an rper
Oh lord, it’s hard to be sexy,
When all I got is zombies in my brain.
Dedicated to Belz
02 Sunday Mar 2014
Posted in Parodies, Songs and Silly Poems.
In the darkest hour.
Sorrow mixed with pills.
Booze, photos and an empty room.
The shell of a man sat alone.
Messages left, that were heard too late.
A singer’s life, an entertainer’s fate.
Cut short too soon,
so many left to wonder why.
So beloved by millions.
yet he was to die.
Forever more.
Forever young.
Never forgetting Australia’s son.
So as I play his final song.
I ask myself….what went wrong?
A mad moment in despair.
In a world that simply didn’t care.
Tears shed and hearts heavy.
Yet in the sky, a shining light.
A new star glows tonight.
04 Tuesday Feb 2014
Posted in Parodies, Songs and Silly Poems.
Tags
collaboration, friendship, inspiration, muse, poem, poetry, role play., writers
A world apart
Minds alike
While one sleeps
The other dreams awake
Morning comes
Yet the sun sets
For the two writers
Who rush to read what’s next
The joy of waiting
Then the light comes on
Expectant for the pencil
The verdict is in
From New York
To Australia’s outback
Two writers grin
A love
Few can understand
Creative minds
Each other’s muse
(Dedicated to my muse; LadyBelz. )
12 Thursday Dec 2013
Posted in Parodies, Songs and Silly Poems.
Wandering through fields where stories were told,
I came across passages that really struck gold.
The man with the name written forward then back,
was doing the usual spiteful, insane attacks.
Clueless women, and some times even men,
fed carefully constructed fantasies of love and romance.
Yep, he’s been at it again.
I have to admit, I am not really surprised.
For I got caught up in his carefully spun web of lies.
But towards the end, as the friendship waned.
I saw for myself, that nothing had ever changed.
In fact, little did he realize, as he went on and on,
about pixel ponies and stalker like fiends.
That I was laughing my ass off,
cause he really thought I believed!
The poison and corruption,
that spreads blind tentacles from page to page.
Has been going on for years,
on the role play world stage.
But eventually, something has gotta give.
Will it be the head or the heart that goes first?
And whose will it be?
I can tell you for certain,
It certainly won’t be me.
25 Monday Nov 2013
Posted in Parodies, Songs and Silly Poems.
Don’t cry for me, IMVU
The truth is….you never loved me
All through the bad days, the rotten glitches
Where are my products?
You fucking bitches……
And as for the 25k you gave me….and as for the rotten VIP promos…
I never asked for them….though it seems at the time, they were totally mine
But I saw through you…when you said you couldn’t spend them
They were not promised to me…just made my credit balance look big at the time…
I could have spent them….but you took them from me
Don’t cry for me, IMVU
I look silly…as a default avi…
Like in my wild days….of 2007
when my head was bigger than Oprah’s….
Don’t laugh, that’s how you made them….
Have I said too much….are you going to flag this pulse?
I can’t think of what other cursed names to say to you
All that I know…is that every word I typed here…
Is……true…….
16 Saturday Nov 2013
Posted in Parodies, Songs and Silly Poems.
Coffee…in the morning, makes me happy.
Coffee…in the morning makes me smile.
Coffee…in the morning is so lovely.
Coffee….hope there is enough in the pot to last awhile.
Coffee…..you are there when ever I need you.
Coffee….you pick me up when I’m feeling blue.
Coffee….I don’t know what I would do without you.
All I know is I love you.
❤
14 Monday Oct 2013
Posted in In Charlotte's web
Tags
best friend, dedication, friendship, joy, LadyBelz, laughter, music, poem, poetry, Robert Palmer, Suga Tits, writing
Every day, we meet on skype and plot and plan, sharing posts and tales of all our characters together. I can’t think of anything better, than a night with my LadyBelz ❤
She is my inspiration
She is my muse
She is my light
She is my darkness
She is my laughter
She is my joy
She is….everything.
To LadyBelz Love ya Suga Tits. :3
Our characters:
Shane and Carmen : River Marked
Tempest and Sirus : The Blood of Kings
Virgo and Elvira : Rosas Spinis
Captain Moon and Rachael : A Pirate’s Life
My Minion Buddy!
02 Sunday Jun 2013
Posted in Parodies, Songs and Silly Poems.
Another morning, another day.
Too wet to go out, too wet to play.
Staring through the frosted panes;
I see the cubby fortress in the rain.
Fingers draw upon the glass, an unhappy face;
For there is nowhere to go, no playing space.
The laundry is too small you see.
The Budgie cage, the washer , the dryer and me.
So where to play, what to do?
Then I decide; my eyes open wide.
For there on the shelf is a folded up sheet.
Its Mothers, her best Sheriden, so neat.
Pretty pink flowers, with tiny green leaves.
So I stick out my tongue sideways, and roll up my sleeves.
For if I can’t play outside in the rain;
I’m going to build a tent, and be an Indian brave.
Indians are cunning, daring and wise;
And I sneak past my Mother in the kitchen;
Who calls out..”What are you doing?” to which I lie;
“Colouring…in my room”, then off I scamper.
Down the hall and in my room;
Where you can make a tent with a sheet, chair and broom.
So while the rain continues to fall,
I sit in my Sheridan sheet tepee,
Like an Indian squaw.
