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M ([personal profile] myveryown_nemesis) wrote2025-07-14 09:13 am
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perhaps

 perhaps
 
maybe I'm a bit too late
maybe I take time and wait
maybe I just do this now
maybe I just don't know how
maybe I can't rebuild this
maybe it's not mine to fix
maybe I just walk away
maybe I just gently stay
 
2025.07.14
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M ([personal profile] myveryown_nemesis) wrote2025-07-14 09:13 am
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so tired

 Good Morning, my Beautiful Friends!

I'm still feeling a bit depleted after yesterday's argument with my husband. We did apologize to each other, but we have more talking to do. Today is errand day, so I'll be picking up groceries and a few other odds and ends. I have one call to make, and I have to set out the garbage and recycles.

I'm definitely going to take a nap.

I'm feeling tired. My sobriety, eating habits, and spending habits are all secure, but I feel spiritually, physically, and mentally tired.

I hope you find something beautiful in your day, and as always, thank you for being here.

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M ([personal profile] myveryown_nemesis) wrote2025-07-13 05:55 pm
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perdition

perdition
 
I'm an open book
that you will not read
concealed on a shelf
in the back of the 
closet of lost things.
 
2025.07.13/2025.07.11 

Today's poem is a revision of Friday's offering. 5 lines, 5 syllables.  I probably should retitle it, but I don't have the bandwidth.
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M ([personal profile] myveryown_nemesis) wrote2025-07-13 01:38 pm
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the screaming match of two people who think they aren't being heard

 Good Afternoon, you Beautiful People!
 
My husband I were going to go out for lunch when I picked him up after his haircut, but we ended up having a screaming match in the car when he kept telling me how to drive, and well, we just came home. It wasn't a cathartic screaming match. It was the type of screaming match two people have when neither one feels like they are being heard...thus the screaming.
 
I know I have an apology to make, and I don't know if he knows he has an apology to make. I don't know how much of his yelling was yelling at the pain, and how much of it was yelling at me. I don't know how much of my yelling was at him, and how much of it yelling at who I am afraid he is becoming.
 
I feel horrible, both hurt and guilty at the same time.
 
But I'm not going to drink any alcohol, or eat an exorbitant amount of food, or spend money on something frivolous.  I'm just going to feel cruddy for a while, until he and I are ready to talk like adults instead of throwing tandem tantrums.
 
In the meantime, I'm getting hungry, so I'm going to make a sandwich.
 
Thank you for being something beautiful in my life.
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M ([personal profile] myveryown_nemesis) wrote2025-07-12 04:05 pm
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submergence

submergence
 
In any murky situation
take the time for exploration:
Is there enough water for you to float?
 
In the deep, Nix pulls you under
in the shallows, you fade and wonder:
Will you escape the tale of dread you wrote?
 
2025.07.12
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M ([personal profile] myveryown_nemesis) wrote2025-07-12 04:04 pm
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nothing says the poems have to be good

 Good Afternoon, you Beautiful People!
 
Today is mostly a lazy day. I struggled with my poem today...it was based on the question: "Do you have enough water to float in?" But as poems often do, it wandered to some other place. I am not convinced that I like it, but that's okay. The challenge is to write a poem most days.  Nothing says the poems have to be good!
 
I went to my FtF AA meeting today, and was pleasantly surprised to see my friend S there. I knew she had another important endeavor, which was going to take her out of state today, so I didn't expect that she would have the time to come to the meeting. It was a sweet surprise. The theme of the meeting was supposed to be about gratitude, but it naturally moved to the topic of grieving. One of the participants shared about learning how someone dear to them had just died, most likely due to substance abuse or alcohol -- the cause of death won't be determined until the toxicology reports are complete -- the victim was found deceased in their vehicle on the side of the road. As the shares continued, the meeting came back around to gratitude. It was a complex meeting.
 
I'm feeling secure in my sobriety and eating habits. Most of my focus is on my spending habits, and it feels good to take action against the reckless spending that has been part of my adult life. I just wish I had started sooner, with the recovery mindset I'm using. It's giving me more focus than some of my past attempts at curbing my spending.
 
I hope you find something beautiful in your day, and as always, thank you for being here.
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M ([personal profile] myveryown_nemesis) wrote2025-07-11 09:14 am
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perdition

 perdition
 
I am the open 
book that you slammed shut
and put on a shelf
that I cannot reach
in the back of the 
closet of cast-offs.

2025.07.11
 
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M ([personal profile] myveryown_nemesis) wrote2025-07-11 07:59 am
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my didactic prattling

 Good Morning, you Beautiful People!
 
Today is about cleaning the house, doing the laundry, and doing self-inventory work. I also want to go through my costume jewelry collection (some of it is crap and needs to be tossed, some is possibly of monetary value without personal attachment, and some of it I'm quite attached to. Anything that falls in that middle category is going to be packaged up and then sent to a place that will send you a check for the value that their appraisers determine. Will this appraisal be accurate? Probably not...but my brain is not built for using an Etsy seller's account, pricing my goods, dealing with postage...yada, yada, yada. So that's a price I'm willing to pay, and a check I can deposit is worth more than I jewelry I no longer wear (some of it hand-me-down, most of it purchased in second-hand stores, including Etsy shops). Oh, and I will probably be closing my Etsy account, since that's one of the places I've spent an exorbitant amount of money over the years. Or maybe I'll keep it for Christmas Shopping, and just remove my bookmark for it.  I dunno.  I'll have to think about it.
 
I expect my husband to provide some friction against the spending habits I'm changing, and the system I'm using to manage those habits.  He is sending signals that I'm talking about money and budgeting too much, and I think I'm stressing him out. I need to watch my step there, because he is still in recovery from a major surgery and on medications that affect his cognitive function.  However, I also know that he is deep in the habit of reaching for a credit card to buy whatever he thinks he "needs" at the moment. I want to respect the first part of the situation, but be ready to *gently* challenge the latter. I think I've been focusing too much on the gentle *challenge* aspect, as the last time I prattled on about how I'm planning on organizing my spending money, he said that I was lecturing again. I thought I was just keeping him in the loop, but I guess my prattling was a bit didactic. I need to watch that.
 
I'm feeling strong in my sobriety, comfortable with my new eating habits, and determined to create a system that encourages mindful spending instead of leaving the door open for reckless spending. 
 
I hope you find something beautiful in your day, and as always, thank you for being here.
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M ([personal profile] myveryown_nemesis) wrote2025-07-10 07:15 pm
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trile

 And here is my revision of an earlier poem...I've played with this one several time, but this is where it lands (no pun intended). I didn't include the earlier dates, because there were just too many for a poem so concise.

trifle
 
In my anger,
you become paper.
I crumple you;
throw you,
 
Nonchalant,
I watch
as you land,
at the foot of the stairs.
 
 
2025.07.10
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elf ([personal profile] elf) wrote2025-07-10 09:17 am
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They Fight Crime!

I'd forgotten how much I love https://theyfightcrime.org.

He's a lonely skateboarding shaman with a winning smile and a way with the ladies. She's a bloodthirsty wisecracking wrestler who hides her beauty behind a pair of thick-framed spectacles. They fight crime!
He's an unconventional soccer-playing grifter in a wheelchair. She's an orphaned foul-mouthed socialite from out of town. They fight crime!
He's an oversexed ninja werewolf fleeing from a secret government programme. She's an enchanted snooty advertising executive with a knack for trouble. They fight crime!

something-something fic prompts )
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M ([personal profile] myveryown_nemesis) wrote2025-07-10 09:00 am
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i give myself permission to halt


Good Morning, you Beautiful People!
 
Today's plan includes yardwork, and it's going to be nasty outside, so I think I'm going to break the job down into bits based on what is needed most:
 
  1. Weed the front foundation garden. It's scary.
  2. Trim around the garden and mailbox.
  3. Mow the front lawn
  4. Clear the weeds around the fence in the backyard.
  5. Mow the back yard
 
I give myself permission to halt the work at any time if it is getting to be physically too much for me.
 
I continue to feel secure in my sobriety, eating habits, and new spending habits. But I'm also feeling crazy sleepy in the mornings. I think I might need to nudge my napping practice a little bit earlier, and go to bed a little bit earlier. Maybe by a half and hour or so.
 
I hope the Universe surprises you with something beautiful today, and as always, thank you for being here.
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M ([personal profile] myveryown_nemesis) wrote2025-07-10 08:35 am
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poem looking for a title

untitled
 
My mouth tastes like teeth
dried in the sun
on a sandy beach
detached from the sea.
 
My hands feel like suede,
soft, worn, and flawed
cast off like old gloves
forgotten and free.
 
I am blind, deaf, and mute
to the world that surrounds,
yet filled with perceptions
of the Life that abounds.
 
2025.07.10

The original plan was to revise two older poems today, but for some reason, the phrase "my mouth tastes like teeth dried in the sun" kept rolling through my brain this morning.

My brain is indeed a strange place. 

I'll post a revision of an older poem later today.
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M ([personal profile] myveryown_nemesis) wrote2025-07-09 09:14 am
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wasn't the best idea...or maybe it was...

 Good Morning, my Beautiful Friends!
 
Well, I didn't really accomplish anything yesterday. I was dragging in the morning, so I decided to just putter around a bit and move the serious cleaning to the afternoon.  Welp. That wasn't the best idea...or maybe it was? I played with my planners (one for finance, one for life in general, and one that fits in my purse for grocery shopping and errands) for a bit, had lunch, started to have tummy troubles (as my mother would say), took a nap, played with my planners and stickers a bit more, contemplated dinner, didn't eat dinner, then went to bed early. I didn't get any continuous sleep until after midnight, though, because I kept getting woken up by really strong gas pains and gaseous emissions. Sorry if that was TMI.
 
I'm feeling a bit better today. I had a comfort breakfast -- egg and toast, banana, and tea -- and my body seems to be fine with that.  I'll deal with lunch and dinner when it's time for lunch and dinner, but I think whatever was twisting my digestive tract into knots has passed through my system. I never felt the malaise of being ill, so I guess it was something I ate, but I can't figure out what.  Oh well.  Sometimes bodies are mysterious.
 
Today I need to pay a few bills and take my husband to get his imaging done. Other than that, I'm going to be lazy, I think.
 
I feel comfortable in my sobriety, eating choices, and new spending habits. I am not high energy today, but I don't feel as tired as yesterday.  All will be well.
 
I hope you find something beautiful in your day, and as always, thank you for being here!
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M ([personal profile] myveryown_nemesis) wrote2025-07-08 08:48 pm
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pieces of us

 pieces of us
 
Pieces of you swirl on a universal tide
and coalesce to form
smaller bits like you
that are no more
independent than I
 
Pieces of you and a part of me
scatter through the Universe that you are
-- never lost, and sometimes found.  
 
Part of me and pieces of you
live in my heart, for good or for ill,
as long as we believe in us.
 
Pieces of me swirl on a universal tide
and coalesce to form
another version of me
who finds freedom
in being part of You.
 
 
2025.07.08
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M ([personal profile] myveryown_nemesis) wrote2025-07-08 08:20 am
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dropping the ball and taking a nap

 On today's docket:
  1. 9 am Therapist appointment
  2. Power Hour Plus cleaning
  3. Rehang curtains?

Really, that's it. I thought it was a longer list than that. My husband may want to get his imaging done, but if not, I'm going to work on my Handbook this afternoon.

I might end up dropping the ball on that email I wanted to send to the insurance company. I'm starting to feel like it's not going to matter anyway, and I don't even have anything drafted yet. It's more like a puddle of thoughts and a sense of injustice. But it seems like everything in the outside world is unjust right now, so does saying anything even matter? Am I better off sticking to my own hula hoop in this matter, now that the passion is starting to drain away? I guess that's a conversation to have with my therapist.

How am I feeling? I'm feeling tired today. I had a good night's sleep and woke up naturally, but part of me just wants to crawl back into bed. My sobriety, new eating habits, and new spending habits aren't at risk. But I just feel tired across the board. Tired like I want to sleep, not tired like I want to give up, or feel emotionally depleted. I will definitely be taking a nap today, the earlier the better.

I hope you find something surprisingly beautiful in your day, and as always, thank you for being here.

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M ([personal profile] myveryown_nemesis) wrote2025-07-08 06:55 am

every now and again

 I tend to jot notes in the back of puzzle books. Sometimes, it's a reminder to check out a movie or book mentioned in a podcast. Other times, it's advice I've heard, a line of poetry, or a sudden realization about my life or the world around me. They are little bits and usually find their home before I'm done with the puzzles, and the book itself is ready for recycling.

 

But every now and again, there is something I want to remember, and yet has no home. So I am going to keep them here. Some may end up in other journal entries, but for those bits and bobs that remain housed on paper destined for immediate deposit to the recycle bin, I'll start keeping this mini journal within a journal.

 

And so it begins....

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M ([personal profile] myveryown_nemesis) wrote2025-07-07 09:17 am
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mildly annoying, but nothing to get angsty about.

 Good Morning, you Beautiful People!
 
Today is a nice blend of scheduled tasks and free time: my husband has an appointment with his pain management specialist this morning, then I will be picking up the groceries and running a few other errands. I have a couple of medical bills to take care of, and need to set up another patient portal for another doctor's office.  I think I have three doctors who use the same patient portal programming, but you can't link them together, so I need to create a new user for each doctor. It's mildly annoying, but nothing to get angsty about.
 
I continue to feel strong in my sobriety, comfortable in my food choices, and accepting of the change in financial decisions. I didn't budget in the medical bills (they arrived on Saturday), so I'm contemplating transferring money from savings to take care of them. I'll discuss it with my husband first, but I don't want to put them on the credit card.
 
I hope you find something beautiful in your day, and as always, thank you for being here.
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M ([personal profile] myveryown_nemesis) wrote2025-07-06 09:24 pm
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beast and amazon

beast and amazon 
 
In shadow,
you are Beast
and I am Amazon.
 
Together, we see
those who have stumbled
yet did not Fall.
No longer bound to heaven
nor grounded by the earth.
 
We watch them
dance in the shade,
skitter and weave,
leaves in soft breeze.
 
In shadow
you are Beast
and I am Amazon
 
 
2025.07.06/11.17.2009/04.15.09
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M ([personal profile] myveryown_nemesis) wrote2025-07-06 08:58 pm
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a very sunday sunday

 Good Evening, my Beautiful Friends!
 
Sunday has been very Sunday. I had a short list, because I did a lot of planning yesterday. I walked the dog before it got too hot, put away all of the clean laundry that was still lying around in piles (the items were folded -- I did everything but put them in their proper places), placed the grocery order, and fiddled with the July budget a bit more. I forgot to curb the yard waste, but the bin isn't full, so it will just have to wait until next week -- I'm already in my jammies and have taken a shower, so I don't want to go back out into the humidity.
 
I'm feeling strong in my sobriety, satisfied with my eating habits, and encouraged by the steps I've taken to correct my spending habits.
 
As long as I focus on my hoop, life is good. When I think much beyond my hoop, the world overwhelms. So I'm sticking to my own hoop. It just makes sense.
 
I hope you had a beautiful day, and as always, thank you for being here.
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M ([personal profile] myveryown_nemesis) wrote2025-07-04 08:14 pm
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america

I wasn't feeling particularly energetic, creative, or patriotic for July 4, so I reposted this poem from an angsty 17-yea-old-Me for the #APoemADay project: 

america
 
In America
we are proud
as only we
can be
Our
beautiful
country
is falling apart
God, do
you still
love me?
Purple mountain
majesty
fields of
amber grain
smog cloud
covers
up
my sky
feel the burn
of acid rain
We trample
out the
forests
of our land
of
liberty
we talk
of dying
rivers
from sea to
shining
sea.
1982