The tinglies.

Little glittery rainbows

Shimmering and coursing down through me

(Because everyone knows that glittery rainbows flow down)

Sometimes they’re just little bursts in my stomach

Some other times they go streaming through my heart

Or they start in my throat and spread all through my chest and stomach

Those tinglies might go racing off my shoulders and down my arms

Shooting out of my finger tips in sparks of light

Now and then they even quiver through my legs, threatening to topple me over

(I suppose I can’t complain, as they’d be making me fall for you)

I know I said that glittery rainbows only flow down

But sometimes those tinglies swirl over, around, and all through my heart

Making me giddy with hope and happiness

As the sparkling fairy dust causes my heart to soar

Like those little, brightly colored plastic ponies

With sparkling wings and shiny, shimmering mane and tail

So childish, innocent, and completely free of care

And now images and memories of Lisa Frank come to mind

Full of pink and purple and rainbows

Puppies, Panda Bears, and Unicorns

All the bright little things that girls love

I’m not sure how I got here, but somehow it fits

It’s you and the things you do that bring me to this place

You fill me with sparkles of laughter and love

You turn the sky to ridiculous shades of rainbow fun

And all my girly, childish hopes and dreams

You are bringing those to life

The only way you could make this better

Is to finally get me my own unicorn

And maybe some ridiculously cute stickers

And tubes of glitter paint

And some absurdly pink stationary

And then I can write you sweet love notes

Signed with hugs and kisses

And those little ring stamps

You know, the pink and purple ones

With the smiley face heart

Or the little cats and dogs

Just remember what I said before

You make me so silly for you

So it’s your own fault

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This is the poem I've been talking about in my past few posts, debating whether or not I should go ahead and share it.This was written a couple months ago in a moment of sheer silliness and happiness. (In case you can't tell from reading it... :P)

I need a mode...

Wow. It's been almost a month since I've written here. I have to say that I'm not sure what to write about anymore. I haven't discovered any one particular mode of writing that I would call mine. I'm probably the most comfortable just writing what I'm thinking, like diary or journal format, but most of that remains private in my hand-written journal. I do like to tell stories in metaphors sometimes, though they only work up to a certain point before the metaphor no longer fits the actual situation. I have also gotten more into (extremely) free-form poetry lately, though I have not shared very much of it. So far, most of it is either really silly or very intimate and personal. I'm just not sure what to write about and how on here. I want to be able to share stories and moments, but I don't usually think to watch for such moments so that I can capture them in words. I thought about sharing my experience in the chair of torture (at the dentist's office), but I never did. I really hate dentists. Well, the people themselves are usually ok, and many of them are actually really nice..... but man I hate dentists. I absolutely dread appointments with the dentist. But anyway, I don't know what kinds of moments to share and how. Little things catch my interest and cause me to smile, but I don't know how to describe those things and engage another's interest in them. That's something I'd like to work on.
(and maybe I'll share a really ridiculous poem thing I wrote shortly before my last post.... if you want...)
As I am basically rambling at this point, I'm going to end this post, and hopefully come back sometime soon with something real to write.