Life Without Rain

without rain

I wonder

what it would be like

to live without rain…

the sad sorrows

of broken-hearted nights

the soothing calm

of early mornings

the renewed blessings

of spring life

the driving madness

of chaotic minds

unleashing everything inside…

I think

without rain

I would not feel alive




Run With Scissors Because

run w scissors

Run with scissors

   because you’re not supposed to


Say NO when asked

   because you don’t have to


Day drink

   because you simply want to


Go commando

   because it’s freeing


Wear the high heels

   because your legs look great and to hell with pain


Break made up rules

   because who the fuck made them anyway


Love more than one

   because hearts are big and have lots of room


Live how you wish

   because the only rules come from within




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Not My Age

via Daily Prompt: Chuckle


Sitting here on the eve of a birthday, I almost have to chuckle.  I am certainly not as old as tomorrow is going to tell me.  WTF? There is no way those 2 numerals define me.  And how did they even get up that high? 

After a certain age, I don’t think I ever “felt” my age.  According to everyone around me, I’ve never acted it either. (Hand clap for me)  Some of my best friends are 10 years younger than me–and they hang with me and like me! Maybe that’s part of my not believing the numbers that glare at me like a ticking clock.

I’ve seen some people my age act even older or look older than my age, and it scares the shit out of me.  I can’t even do my own age! I actually just do what I “feel,” because to me that’s how I stay alive. 

I told my kids years ago they cannot call me old until I am 80.  I think that’s fair.  

And I loved how today one of them said, “Mom,  you don’t have to say your age tomorrow.  Just say I’m 30 plus *** years.