Sunday, May 9, 2010

May 9, 2010

Today is Mother's Day! Don't forget.
Happy Mother's Day to all you moms. :)

Okay, so, just to let you know how much of a dOrk I am...
I post poetry here. There used to be more poems posted, but I published a book, which you can buy here.
I also love photography, which you can view/buy here.
Today's poem and photo are going to be my own, because I want them to be. But from here on forward, I will be featuring another writer/artist/photography daily, to gain them exposure, because there are some damn amazing artists out there, no matter their medium.


May is Teen Self-Esteem Month.

This coming week is Salvation Army Week.

Today is Mother's Day! Don't forget!
Today is also Rural Life Sunday Day?

Today in History

1092 Lincoln Cathedral consecrated
1336 Italian poet Francesco Petrarca climbs Mont Ventoux
1899 Lawn mower patented
1914 Pres Wilson proclaims Mother's Day
1941 English Army breaks German spy codes
1960 US is 1st country to use the birth control pill legally
1983 18th Academy of Country Music Awards: Alabama & Willie Nelson

Word of the Day

myoclonis n. A sudden twitching of muscles or parts of muscles, without any rhythm or pattern, occurring in various brain disorders.


“If people make fun of you, it probably means you're doing something right.” ~Amy Lee

“If you love large, you've got to hurt large. If you've got a lot of light, you've probably got an equal amount of darkness.” ~Sarah McLachlan

“Some people are afraid of what they might find if they try to analyze themselves too much, but you have to crawl into your wounds to discover where your fears are. Once the bleeding starts, the cleansing can begin.” ~Tori Amos

from random friends, family, etc.

"Um, simplify that slightly?" ~Scruffles

from the life & times of jessi bean

I was tired. And I wanted to talk to John. So I came home. But then he went to bed, and by the time I got home I was hyper. So I am posting dOrk fOrces early, blasting Evanescence, reliving my past, and drinking Joose.
Tonight, my wounds reopen. I can feel it coming. For those who follow me on AllPoetry, you might finally be able to expect something.

I can't think of a single thing I am allergic to, but I was itching all day long today. Arms, neck, back, legs, feet, face. It was driving me nuts! Thank you, Mike Hernandez, for getting me some Benadryl. You're a sanity saver.

I also (finally) got around to making the necklace I've been meaning to make. (Yes, John, dear, after months.)

People of Chase
from the life & times of … you!

I don't know if I have put this in here before, but my friends at work make the worst days worthwhile to be there. Terri, Mike, Ted, & Jan, thanks for making today worth being there even though the calls were stupid.

Live…From California!!
from the adventures of SPA (my nephew & his friends)

"Eh. I'm sure your not that slow. Freak. I still love you though, mostly cause your amazingly like me and my friends."
My nephew told me this today after I told him I was slow. LOL
But in all honesty, this is one of the biggest compliments I have ever received. I love you, Xzavier.


House of Leaves is the debut novel by the American author Mark Z. Danielewski, published by Pantheon Books. The novel quickly became a bestseller following its March 7, 2000 release, having already developed a cult following through gradual release over the Internet. It was followed by a companion piece, The Whalestoe Letters. The novel has since been translated into a number of foreign languages.
The format and structure of the novel is unconventional, with unusual page layout and style, making it ergodic literature. It contains copious footnotes, many of which contain footnotes themselves, and some of which reference books that do not exist.[1] Some pages contain only a few words or lines of text, arranged in strange ways to mirror the events in the story, often creating both an agoraphobic and a claustrophobic effect. The novel is also distinctive for its multiple narrators, who interact with each other throughout the story in disorienting and elaborate ways.


My Life is Average

Today i was doing something on facebook and an error window popped up but instead of saying that the server was busy it said "Arrr, some fool forgot th' rum. We be chasin' around fer some more, as fast as one wooden leg can do." best error report ever. MLIA

Today I read that one of the guys who played Tarzan in the movies, was mauled to death by a raging elephant. That my friends, is irony. MLIA

Today, I decided to search Where can I find Chuck Norris? in google and yahoo. Google told me, Google won't search for Chuck Norris because it knows you don't find Chuck Norris, he finds you. Yahoo told me to search google. MLIA

Today, I chuckled at a 'No smoking' sign, as I lit my cigarette. Then I bent down to light it, and caught my hair on fire. You win sign. MLIA
**And just in case you're wondering, no this wasn't really me. And yes, I still plan to quit.**

Chuck Norris Factoid of the Day

"Chuck Norris made a deal with the Devil. The deal: Chuck Norris will only kick the Devil's ass once per day, in exchange for Satan's soul. "

Funny Pics
from the collection

^Sorry. That is not poorly dressed. That is EPIC.

Random Funnies

Thank you, thank you. I am here for all eternity.



by Jamais Vu (Jessi Rushing)

sometimes I need to scream it out
but it's all stuck inside,
sometimes I need to bleed it down
because there's no where to hide.

some days I want to forget it all,
drown it away with coconut rum,
some nights I can't stand the memories,
find myself wishing for a gun.

mostly I get lost in the daily act
of making everyone around me smile
that the reality loses potency,
whilst I lose myself in this denial.

on nights like this I am grateful
that I've rid the house of alcohol and pills
because morning might never find me
lost among the memories and photographic stills.

it's hours like these filled with silence
shattered by the music that makes me high
when I can scream at my pillow all the things
that I could never voice that came out in a sigh.

judge me now and tell me that I'm worthless,
leave me crying and dying on the shower floor
as you shake me off like vagrant dust
until the next time your rage comes back for more.

sometimes I need to write it out
but it's not the same as bleeding,
sometimes I need to scream it out
and you can't feel it in what you're reading.

some days I want to run away
until not even my ghosts can find me,
some nights I want to hide forever
from all these images haunting everything I see.

mostly I crawl on and pretend I'm fine
until I make myself believe these lies,
but nights like this I walk the line
between where I live and where existence dies.