Half a pound

Half a pound of tuppenny rice,
Stick it in some old hose,
Pop them in the cups of my bra,
I'm a girl and nobody knows.

Wee Willie Winkie, face in a mess,
Staring in the mirror in his mother's nightdress,
Used too much makeup, feeling kind of down.
Wants to be a princess, but he looks like a clown

Pink Daze

“Mom! My shirt turned pink in the wash!”

“Oh dear. Well, you can wear it anyway.”

“Are you nuts? I hate pink!”

“Its just a color. Honestly, dear, nothing to get so upset about.”

“But my friends would laugh at me, mom.”

“You’ve got to be exaggerating. Nobody would laugh at you.”

“You don’t know anything!”

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It’s another sad day for the sky is filled with dark clouds.
It’s been like this for many days, and the rain just never seems to go away.
Oh how I wish I could go out and play, but what fun would it be anyway.
I no longer laugh and I can’t smile, why must I live a life of denial.
Ashamed of what others might think, the pills still in my hand ready to swallow.
Some people told me to pray, but why bother, god hates me anyway.
Some wish I was dead, others want me to move ahead.
As the pain becomes too much to bear, I find there is no end to the fear.

As I sit in the woods on a cold fall day.
I watch the wind blow as the leaves on the trees fall.
I ask myself, is there a reason I am this way.
Would I be better off dead?
I have tried for way to long.
I have cried and cried and the tears are all gone.
As the sky grows dark and my anger builds.
I find being dead would be a thrill.
Please help me lord, I cried one time.
I head back home no longer afraid for the end was not to be on this day.
I have too many friends that would be sad if I went away.
As I enter my house, there my parents stood ready to give me a hug.

-August 30, 2008-

ACT 1 Characters

Daniel/Dannielle Baptiste : The Angelus
Finch : Danielle's Lover, consort and second-in-command
Jackie Estacado : Host to the Darkness on Earth
The Darkness : the first demon
Unsen : Angelus warrior
Butch Babliano : Jackie Estacado's most trusted leiutenant

Lipizzan Girls

Fire That Balkan publicity agent with the bad accent!

A small house in Tempe, Arizona. Inside, three grrls, a dog and two, two-leggers (present day hominids.)

Renee crawls out of bed, slips on her sandals and pulls on old, raggedy army pants. She hurries to the front room and sees Kim sitting up on the couch and just turning on the TV.

For three days,

I was myself

A woman

Accepted

“Just one of the girls”

I was called by my real name

I held down a job

I was whole,

At last

Then the door closed

And now

I am back to where I was

having to hide

and pretend I am a man.

With no choice

but to stagger along

With only the memory

Of three days in Heaven

To sustain me.

New Shampoo

“Mom! What is this shampoo? Its in a pink bottle!”

“Just picked it up, by accident at the mall, Charles.”

“I can't use this! It's called 'Make me pretty'!”

“Come on. Shampoo is shampoo.”

“Fine!”

Later....

“Mom, that shampoo...it had some side effects.”

“Side effects? What do you mean?”

“Well, for starters, you might need to start calling me Cheryl”

Ummmm,... Do You Love Me?

I'm fairly sure of your answer.
Just the prospect of it completely freaks me out!

I've been dreading the answer to that question since I was born.
Even though I didn't realize the question had to be asked.

I do Love You.
I Always Will!!!

Forever and Always,
Your Jonelle

Two Drabbles

Waking up:

Child : “Mom! Mom! I had the most horrible dream!

Everything was.... different! My room, my clothes, even my body! And....and I was stuck like that for like, the rest of my life!

Mother: It was just a dream honey. You are safe, and everything is back to normal, right?

Child: I guess, but why in heaven would I dream of having to live life as a BOY?

Excerpt from a Lost Pilot for Star Trek:

An extract from an early Sherlock Holmes story, which was later revised by Conan-Doyle.

“Hello, what’s your name?”

“Rudolph.”

Former boy, now transformed, walks to where her father still lives.

Rings the bell, fights the urge to run away.

Old man answers, still rigid and unbending despite the years.

He looks at who it is, his face a stone mask.

“I told you when you left, you are no son of mine.”

Her heart breaks.

His expression softens.

“But, if you can forgive an old fool, I would be honored if you let me call you my daughter.”

At a supermarket, an overweight, balding, middle-aged man bumps into young mother with small child.

“I am sorry.”

“No it was my fault”

Words Of The Witty Twit
By BillieBob

WARNING: READING THIS MAY CAUSE MADNESS, BLINDNESS, OR A CASE OF DROPPSY!!!
A poem of love, passion, and pain from a truly demented mind in the wee hours of the morning. Before one's daily medication. (WAAH HOO!) Psst! Beware, of the dark side Luke.

(read "In the Pink" first)

We all have them... and this is mine... sort of... ;)

A dream a promise of eternity
Someone touching you

softly

The winds breathless laughs emptiness
In that echo someone wants to care

by OtteryLexa

A silly little sub-drabble I just wrote during a conversation in the chat-room.