You Might Be Getting Tired . . .

 Although you might be getting tired of these little dittys and poems, I never do. They show up on my twitter string and Boom! They just grab me. What better place to catalog them then here (and HERE). 

This first is fun. Makes me think of what Julie Roberts' character says to the Huge Grant character in Notting Hill. "I'm just a girl, standing infront of a boy, asking him to love her." Great stuff there. This too from Leaf.

I'm just a guy . . . waiting for a girl . . . to miss me too

A lot More for the Evershade Label

One of my favorite posts (and most likely the most therapeutic) are these that I label Evershade (see HERE). Why? I don't know. They express for me what I feel so well. Hope you like these!

This first is from AwayfromDevine, a great name, and a great sentiment. Eyes are certainly the windows to the souls. I have another where I mention eyes (HERE) this one is right up there too.

The first thing I do when I look into your eyes is, that I admit that I am lost

Even More

No intro for these, they just say what I feel . . . see the rest HERE.

MisTrustMe writes:

It doesn't matter how hot you are . . . There is not enough hot to make up for a shitty personality. 

Even More for the Series

 I ran into these and felt compelled to share. They're a part of that regular series I have posted to over the years (see HERE). 

This first is telling to me. "Nothing you do will ever be enough?" I've felt that.

When your best efforts aren't enough . . . nothing you do will ever be enough.

Some More that Hit Me in Just the Right Place

I feel like I don't even have to write an introduction to these any more. They just are what they are and say what I say, like all of these did as well (see HERE).

 Sanctified wrote this first one. I love it. I'm an effort kind of guy as long as that effort is returned. 

If it's worth it, it will require effort. 

Nothing worth having comes easy. 

Loss, Grief and Growing

I think about loss and grief quite a bit, and the other day I ran into this little illustration, and it hit me. Just like all these others, it hit me in just the right place, so I'm saving it here with all of these (see HERE).

Not sure why this resonated with me so much, but it does. Just like all of my writing, seeing this, writing about it, thinking about it is a part of the process of dealing with it. In my own case my life has grown around my own loss already. There may always be scars, but they're fading with time.

Evershade, evershades , ever shade, ever shades, shades of Betsy

I Must Suck at Sweet Nothings

 What are sweet nothings? Little endearments, usually whispered between lovers. Little non mots? Little secrets? Special little somethings that mean nothing at all but at the same time everything?

As much as I love sweet nothings, and I love giving em . . . I don’t think I’m very good at them. 

A Few More for the Series

I know the audience isn't as big a fan of these as I am . . . but I love these. All a part of this ongoing series (see HERE).

This first is from Jess. 

In the silence of the night

my wild imagination comes alive

mind full of lustful thoughts

of painting your body with kisses

lips exploring your canvas of skin

Extreme imagery. Who doesn't have those thoughts in their minds that can be accessed by words like these.

More From my Faves

These are more that I read recently that called to me (like these HERE). I will tell those of you who like these that yes I write my own . . . yes you've read them . . . yes I have a pseudonym I post under. Can you tell which are mine?

This first one is from LizKyfer and I love it.