A tan makes you thinner.
A tan makes those curves seem firmer.
It'll disguise your stretch marks.
White is "pasty".
It's ok, you don't have to bake in the sun.
She looks down at her milky white skin,
Passed down through her mothers line.
A natural English rose.
All those years of battling the sun in her youth.
The only colour she got ranged from pink to searing red.
So a spray tan it is.
Now she has that "healthy glow".
In the mirror she sees all the tricks of the eye.
Now she looks how she's "supposed to".
She fits the shape of brown.
Her skin covered in the chemical concoction.
Does it look too fake?
She doesn't know, but that's ok
No one else knows either, this is the norm.
And she fits the shape of brown.
She looks at her stretch marks.
She used to be uncomfortable about them.
Her adult daughter liked them,
She called them shiny, silvery. Now a light brown.
But she fits the shape of brown.
She fits into the shape
That society has molded her into.
She fits into society.
No longer that big white sore thumb.
She fits the shape of brown.
One size fit all?
Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 4:36 PM UTC
Work warriors
Power through your work
Claim your prize
A certificate trophy
A bonus reward.
Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 1:21 AM UTC
Not so much a black dog
As a slow grey mist.
To a degree, brought on by circumstance.
But there's more to it than that.
When it's all too much
And all I want to do is lay down
Sleep... Escape... Stop.
Sleep feels like a hug.
I know that's not the way to deal with it
And exercise relieves mild depression.
But when something makes me sad, angry, confused,
Sleep feels good, the drift in makes me happy.
Short-term gain over long-term benefit.
I know better than that.
But my emotions rule.
I need to find the strength to take control.
Writing this during my breaks
On a beautiful sunny day
I want to sleep.
Want... desire, a force that's always too powerful for me.
The ideal solution would be
Desire what I need.
I need to process that thought.
Here's hoping I desire to.
Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 12:29 AM UTC
Lost in myself
I lack connection with the outside,
Lack connection with what's inside.
I can see it all shrinking away.
The more I try to find the connection
The more elusive it seems to get.
There are times when it comes naturally
And I wonder 'how did I do that?'
How do I replicate those natural moments
When they don't come naturally.
What was so different on those days.
Isn't that how it should be?
Sometimes it feels like those days are there to taunt me.
It was almost easier when I never had them.
Almost, I wouldn't wish to be back there again.
I guess that means there's progress.
Jan 1, 2014
Jan 1, 2014 at 4:27 AM UTC
I am ready.
I have been ready for a while now
Ready and waiting
For you.
I am ready to feel your arms around me,
To smell your scent, to feel your presence.
To know your strength
And your passion.
I am ready for whatever you bring.
As long as you bring it to me.
Bring yourself and all you have within.
If you give it to me I will take it all.
I am ready to give you myself.
I give you my love and my passion.
You have it already.
I am ready for you to truly know it.
Are you ready for me lover?
Are you ready to feel my passion,
That goes hand in hand with my emotions
You can't have just one.
Are you ready for fire and ice
That burns and soothes
Are you ready to feel my gentle warmth,
Roaring heat, and at times my chill.
I can't promise you much.
But I can promise you will know how I feel.
If you don't, just ask
I will always be honest.
Be gentle with my honesty,
Tender with my heart,
And passionate with my body.
And you will find me just as gentle, tender and passionate.
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 1:09 AM UTC
Poem a day, day 24
Watching the Kardashians on TV at work
He says 'Oh I hate them'
'Isn't she engaged to so-and-so?'
Really? If you 'hate' them why do you follow what they do?
I'm not particularly fussed on the Kardashians
For that reason I don't know
What's going on in their life.
Really not interested.
Because I don't know about them
I don't know them well enough
To decide to hate them.
I guess some people enjoy negativity.
Continuing comments on the people involved
Why are their lives so important to you?
Perhaps if you hate them, avoid them?
Sure it's none of my business
But I can't avoid your opinion
I would be happy to do so.
Please keep it none of my business.
Just like the Kardashians
Dec 24, 2013
Dec 24, 2013 at 12:12 AM UTC
Poem a day, day 23
I wore my pretty dress to work today.
In the past I thought it was too nice for work
But I wore it yesterday, and really liked it
And that made me think.
Why would I be uncomfortable
Wearing something I like?
Am I really worried about being different
Or 'looking silly'?
I'm not fifteen anymore.
I don't have to dress down just because others do.
I don't have to 'dumb it down'
Because I want to fit in.
It's ok not to laugh at a joke
That's just NOT funny.
I don't have to fake it
Even in a team culture environment.
It's ok to be me,
And it's NOT ok for ANYONE to make me feel otherwise
Not even myself.
I need to be me.
Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 5:29 AM UTC
Poem a day, number 22
How much of my choices are my own?
Physiological compulsions
Societal pressures.
How much of my choices are my own
I muse, as I grab another sugary treat.
My own personal addiction.
It's not respected as an addiction
People smirk,
Or quip 'Oh yeah I have a sweet tooth too'
'No, no' I say
'It's medically proven
To have the same reaction in the brain as cocaine'
I can see them thinking
'Yeah right' as they smile and say
'Oh really?'
But the pressure to partake
'Just this once won't hurt'
Really? Do you say that to alcoholics too?
Are people quitting smoking
Expected to smoke for a day or two,
Because it's Christmas, Easter, Birthdays...
How much of my choices are my own?
When you can't actually live without
Some sort of sugar.
In a society where anything with a hint of processing
Is likely to have some refined sugar
And the more convenience the higher the risk.
How much is my choice?
When managing my addiction is more about
Keeping sugar to a bearable level.
An addiction that can't be cut out completely
As my hand starts to shake at the mere thought of
Having to 'quit' again.
Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 4:56 AM UTC
Poem a day, day 21
Today was my daughter's birthday
She turned 20, my how she's grown.
We went out for a nice lunch
And bought stuff at her favourite shop.
Ont the train, I was on my way home
She on her way to work,
She asked me to go have a frozen yoghurt with her.
I love just spending time with my daughter.
I am glad she turned into
The kind of adult I like to be around.
She's intelligent and funny.
An awesome combination.
I love her zest for life.
Her honesty and her wit.
I love her open-mindedness and her intellect.
I love that we can laugh together.
It's such a blessing to have an adult daughter
Whose company you enjoy
And who wants to spend time with you.
She's so outgoing and fun, she keeps me young
Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 5:42 AM UTC
Poem a day, day 20
Christmas blessings, reaching across the airways
Where will they land?
Will they make a difference?
Does 'bless you all' mean anything to an individual?
But I do mean it
Bless you all.
Bless the ones I follow
You inspire and delight me.
Bless you who follow me
I hope I touch you in some way.
Bless you who happens across me
May I bring a moments joy
The airways connection can be a special one
People never seen
Often well known
Or completely unknown.
Either way, Bless you
Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 5:29 AM UTC