Tuesday, August 28, 2012
This blog is slighly random...hence the name of my blog sight. I was on facebook asking for topic ideas, or things to research and no one took me seriously until I posted the question again today. I was asked this particular question that is I feel is probaly one of the biggest issues in the world. We all go through it and its called "boredom."
In the longman dictionary boredom is defined as "The feeling you have when you are bored." Now that seems pretty damn lame and boring to me, no pun intended. I happen to like what C. D. Fisher states in terms of its central psychological processes: “an unpleasant, transient affective state in which the individual feels a pervasive lack of interest in and difficulty concentrating on the current activity." She gave the word "boredom" more of a introduction, thus making it seem more enticing.
What to do when you feel there is nothing to do? I would love to know! I am a creative person and most of the time I lack inspiration when boredom hits and try to find ways to inspire myself. Reading is a great past time and tends to get my mind spinning back into the groove of things and inspires me to write, which is another way to cure boredom. Writing doesn't have to have any sort of direction, just making ones self feel good is the only direction writing should have for starters. Writing in a journal is a great way to cool off a day that has so many highs and lows and just channelling those thoughts and aggressions into a journal is so uplifting and definantly takes some weight off of the chest. Blogging is another way to to write and doesn't need a particular topic but when chosin you can research,write and even learn things just by your investigating and the way you present your blog. Writing can be special, fun, fictional or no-fiction,fantasy,lust,personal,poetic and spiritual. This blog, this post really had no direction but to cure my own boredom and melotic day and I think I answered my own question and just by writing this I found myself instantly inspired and feel a bit more creative then my petty bored self had me feeling an hour ago. As I stated my writing had no direction but to make ones self feel good and that you don't always have to write about something in particular but sometimes it all just folds together ironiclly. Yours truley, Pandora Let me know what you do when you are bored or share a topic you would like me to write about or research, I am always up for a new direction and inspired by those around me. If you found yourself reading this due to boredom then you fell into the right blog. ;0)
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
that you are so edible
I bite your neck
thirsty for your honey
I will twist and dance
but I won't take your money
This is a pure romance
we don't need
tickets to France
all I want is you
and whats inside your pants
More then words can say
You take my breath away
You paint me into a picture
when we kiss
we blow out the light fixture
The fuse explodes
pieces of glass fall to our lashes
Not even caring if the whole house
falls down and crashes
I've got you by the hair
teeth in place
you moan as I tare
In and out of ecstasy
where we go
we don't care
I plan on keeping your heart in my pocket
There is no way to unlock it
There is no Key
The only way in
Sassy and alive
Your love is my internal drive
I push you to the floor
stilettos to puncture your core
you yell for more more and more
I slap you with my glove
4 times, our code for love
what we do at night
behind the door
sure as hell if we got paid
we could feed the poor
I told you
you were mine for the taking
to souls molded in the making
After the nights over
your toes curl and you can't stop shaking
I lay down my wall
I look into your eyes
I tell you "baby don't worry, I'll love you,
even after our Demise"
Written by: Pandora Sparrow aka DRF
I dedicate this poem I just now made up to the man I am marrying and as a teen we prospered and grew up....never knowing that love would end up in our laps, friends for life and lovers forever! love you Josh!
Sunday, December 19, 2010
I am weak
I have barbells holding down my feet
I have words
I have lies
I have my hands behind my back in zip ties
I have a gift
I can sing
I am talent still trying to make the door bell ring
I am nice
I am sweet
I have a problem with how much I eat
I am short
I am pale
I have pipes which I have been told can "wail"
I have had men
I have had woman
I have had em all but can not win em
I am creative
I am strong
I have over used the phrase "whats wrong"
I am hurt
I am torn
I was delighted and proud when my son was born
I am kind
I am weird
I do not date men with a beard
I like oysters
I like crab
I know you think this poem in drab
I like to write
I like to ramble
I am done with this poetic babel......
What I was thinking....well here it is, nothing in particular.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Have you ever had a horrible fall out with a friend in the past and then they tried to place themselves back in your life some odd years later? It's like putting the trash out one day and several years later the trash man comes back and throws it at your door for no apparent reason and now you gotta clean up all that nasty ass trash from ages ago. Yes I know, what an odd way to put it, but I just feel the past was labeled as the past for a reason.
So here is the scoop on my mind. Ten years ago when I was young and angry at anyone who did me or my loved ones wrong and thought violence was a great way to fix a stupid situation, came across just that, a stupid situation. Let me tell you a little story about a girl, her douche bag man, a so called friend, the real friends and a Jack n' the box ass beating.***ALL NAMES HAVE BEEN CHANGED FOR IDENTITY REASONS***
One fine night while hanging with the girls, Sarah was having something all smart woman have called "intuition" and decided to announce it. "Damn I can't stop thinking like something is wrong in my life or someone is doing me wrong" and at the very moment Kelly jumped up and yelled " OKAY! I can't handle it anymore, Cathy has been talking to your man behind your back and trying to get people to have a threesome with him and her!!!" Sarah, heated with rage, flew off the couch "where is that Bitch?" Kelly told her that she was at Kara's house two towns over and that she was expecting Kelly to come pick her up on her way back home. Sarah had different plan in mind. Something Cathy wasn't expecting, or was she?
All four girls hoped into Sarah's Honda, Sarah the driver, Kelly as passenger, Mary and Shanna in the back seat, all anticipating what might happen. Speeding down the highway, Kelly told Sarah everything she had confessed to her by Cathy and how its been eating at her for a week now since she knows it was wrong of Cathy and she felt so bad for Sarah. The car vibe was filled with screams, cuss words mama wouldn't approve of and so much angry estrogen that a pharmacy could bottle up and sell as a years worth of birth control pills.
Finally they all arrived at Kara's and Sarah advised Kelly to get into the back seat so Cathy could have passenger, which was a seat Cathy never got due to her slow reaction when everyone yelled "shotgun". As Cathy came out of Kara's house cheery and happy to see everyone there to pick her up, she happily walked to the back of the car to get in until Sarah rolled her window down and so calm and peacefully said " Cathy its your lucky day, you get shotgun." Immediately Cathy looked shocked "Are you sure?" She asked with a quiver in her voice. "Ya I am sure, get on in girl." Cathy walked around the car with a worried look on her face as Sarah rolled her window up and everyone started whispering all the "oh shits" they could before Cathy got into the car.
Cathy was in the car not even five minutes before the doors where locked and she opened her dumb mouth and said " Its nice to see you Sarah, I am so ha..." BANG! Sarah shoved her head against the passenger window and let the words fly. "Why the hell are you messing with my man behind my back? I had a feeling someone around here was shady and I damn well knew he was but to have my own friend BEHIND my back trying to put together friendly fuck parties, IS WHERE I DRAW THE LINE!" Sarah didn't drive towards home, she drove further away from home because even she was being rash and didn't have a clue as to where the evening was taking them all.
Thirty-five minutes of yelling and slapping continued in the Honda, while Cathy sobbed and screamed how sorry she was and how she didn't have any sort of explanation for any of this. "Is this how you treat friends? Is it BITCH??" Sarah screamed at Cathy for the hundredth time followed by a good smack yet again to the face and a smash against the window. Cathy then decided her sobs were not enough and her true idiocy came out "If you would just take care of your man..." BAM! Sarah had slammed on the breaks at the major intersection and slapped Cathy so hard her own hand stung. Just as her rage fired up more Cathy took the time to jump out of the car and run out into the intersection and over to the Jack N' the box. All the girls irrupted in "hell No's" as Sarah whipped into the fast food joint right into a parking spot. She yanked the keys out of the ignition and told the girls to just hold on a second. Slamming the car door she could still hear the girls commotion from outside the car. Cathy didn't think she was safe here did she, thought Sarah? Cathy was in for yet another pissed off friend surprise.
Sarah stormed into the food chain and looked around, she knew she wouldn't just be sitting in the dining area, no way, she was hiding like the coward she was. In the bathroom is where Sarah found her, sobbing and screaming "leave me alone" from inside a locked stall. Sarah wasn't a bit turned around by her cries for "alone time" this was just the right words to instigate her flames a bit higher.
Jumping over the neighboring stall into Cathy's stall of terror, Sarah got right into Cathy's face and gave a few more words of choice and then threw her against the wall to tell her nose to nose "I wouldn't have known you were such a cunt if it wasn't for the loyalty of Kelly and her right mind to tell me about your shit!" Cathy became cocky one more time by opening her mouth to say " Kelly was supposed to be my friend, how dumb of her to tell you!" Sarah knew this would tick off Kelly and the rest of the Vagina squad, so she pushed Cathy to the floor "Tell Kelly that to her face." Running back to the car ignoring what the Cashier was saying behind her, Sarah opened the car door letting Kelly and the others in on what just happened. Kelly raged and ready to get off her chest what had been eating at her, jumped out of the car and everyone followed her back inside to find Cathy still in her locked tear flowing stall.
All Four girls jumped into the stall and gave her the full blown reaming they all thought she deserved. Kelly the most furious at this point, Sarah holding Cathy against the stalls stinky toilet, Shanna yelling "hit her, HIT HER" and Mary throwing in a few snobby remarks just to make sure Cathy knew she was displeased as well, yet not the angry type.
Slapped, shoved, degraded, cussed out, bullied, physically and internally injured Cathy sprawled across the stalls dirty floor. All four girls took one last look at her, dusted off their palms, unlocked the stall and walked out, one by one. Sarah in the lead, Kelly and Shanna right behind, Mary at the tail end. Just as they were about to walk out the door the cashier came flying into the bathroom "Someone has called the cops on you girls, you better get out of here!" Just then Mary turned to Cathy and said " You belong in this toilet like the living piece of shit you are!"
Calmly they all walked back to the Honda with a different look on their faces, a look of release, a look of loyalty to one another, a look of defeat. They all knew each other too well and that the weak link to the pack had been bleed out like a forgotten menstrual cycle.
Wrote by Pandora Inspired by past true events....10 years ago.
*Just a hint: Pandora's name in this story is "Sarah"*
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Tight leather corset
Choking my skin
I can't see where the laces end
or where do they begin
Lace crotchless nylons
ripped by teeth around my thighs
Torn to shreds
but still clinging wet to my body
to my suprise
I will boil my red fuck me heels
till they turn to white
Maybe they will go with my next naughty outfit...
Let him pull my hair
and touch me here and there
Or chain him to the metal posts
and whip him with my hair
I won't even check the time
or take the steaming and screaming tea pot off the stove
I may just let it screach till hours late
so the steam stops
and I let the water evaporate
Dusting off my seductive words
and reaching for the sage
I know tonights fun torture
will mold him into my silk sheet slave
How beautiful sex is, in candle light orange and red
You flicker like a picture show
Not on a big screen, but danceing in my bed
So who will you be tonight
and who am I as well
Sweet salty kisses and Your body under my spell
Wrote by me: Pandora Renea *COPYRIGHT*
Friday, May 28, 2010
***Note to reader: I am aware my blogs have been a bit dark and possibly irritatingly rant but just bare with me and hold on to your happy pants because mine are in the dryer.....lol****
I swam in your womb
Even though it was a vacant tomb
You never planned for my room or board
You still didn't think of the possibility of me the fetus
Before or after you opened your legs to be whored
At 6 months I was shoved in your space
No bigger then your face
You were still wearing a size 4
Sharing with your unborn your white candy
Thinning me close enough to waste
The possibility of loss....
Just in case
Buttons started busting from your acid wash jeans
Friends and family started wondering "What does this mean?"
Your belly round
Your body still thin
Your face more gaunt
You put on your first maternity dress and announced
"I'm pregnant, I guess I forgot!"
Everyone said "You have such a glow"
You put on a fake smile
You put on a good show
But deep inside my cord and your mind
was filled with snow
She was lost in the remorse and pain
Her only trait
Her only ambition set on sniper aim
Was manipulating the close ones for all her personal gain
They loved her and bowed at her feet
The future never warned them
Never gave then a hint
Later on down the road it would be their friendship dead
Lien dead on the street
She sucked them dry
Wrote them cowardly letters goodbye
Smiling and assuming
With a smirk she said "Over me they will cry"
I sat in the dark wanting my mom
Wanting to connect as we did in the womb
Her cord attached to me
As I was transforming to bloom
But as I entered the flood of light
Instantly the cord was cut
Like a blood supply tube
Detached and removed
The doctor wore his glove
Reached around somewhere then and took half of our love
I felt it snatched from me
Like when our mother earth looses a tree
Now I've watched the love drift away so distant
My heart is so dark
My body so cut and scarred
I'm not sure if I even miss it
I don't know how or when she lost the rest of it
But I feel its gone
All I know is where it's hiding is far from here
It could be right around the corner
or I could be wrong..........
©Pandora Renea 2010
Monday, May 17, 2010
Surrounded by thorns and branches she couldn’t get around, even with a machete. One was to run through the overgrowth scrapping and pricking her body as if she was using it to read the branches and thorns by brail. Stopping to look at where the path had brought her, she noticed a mouse nibbling on a shell of some kind 2 inches away from her boot. Watching its tiny nose move vigorously while it snacked and every few moments held the parcel tight and glanced around in a paranoid fashion. She leaned closer to touch the miniature creature, so fast and yet so untrusting, but curious as much as she was.
Closer she leaned, arms and fingers outstretched. She leaned till her toes felt the pull all the way up her shin. Right as her fingers inched towards the mouse’s nose the mouse was gone. In a blink of an eye she looked around nervously holding the half chewed nut in her hand, looking for the creature so small. She looked up and that is when she saw it. A huge hawk had swept down faster than the mind’s eye could even comprehend and taken the mouse with him high in the sky. Not as a ride to sore and look for more parcels but to be today’s snack or dinner. Nothing was the same, not even the mouse or the thorns surrounding her. The bushes opened up exposing a cliff, below that cliff was more thorns and dead branches, where someone would never be found if dropped. Just then she heard the hawk soreing above announcing his mouse trophy and just like that he dropped him down into the thorns, not eating him nor savoring him, but sacrificing him.
She closed her eyes and Jumped off the cliff, soreing like the hawk with wind in her hair, sacrificing her body to the thorns like the mouse, she soon would be engulfed in bloody thorns holding her up like a delicate display twisted around her body. The breeze, the smells, the fast rush in her ears, the thoughts and memories rushing through her head, the dreams flashing like a bad movie—then the black, the silence of black.
Short story by Pandora Renea AKA Darah FitzGerald !!!!COPYRIGHT!!!!
Q: What do you take from this story?