Caged bird

Only a fool wanders into a cage
no matter how gilded it may be.
So like a caged bird that is caught
I seem to have caused myself grief.
No one sings unless they realise that
their misery is of their own doing.
For I know why the caged bird sings
a lament to its own stupidity
because there is nothing that it can do.

A new year

i almost forgot that the New Year heralds in New Year Resolutions. simply because i make them and then i forget them.
actually i used to something else on the first day of each year which i found a little more interesting. i would write myself a letter, seal it and then open on the very last day of the year. i for one, discovered that i have quite a lot to say to myself, which is funny because i spend a lot of the day talking to myself so you'd think i'd run out of things to say (i really should stop this practice because i get caught quite a lot talking to myself by randoms in public and they give me weird looks).

obviously, i'm not going to post my letter here because i'd rather not share the inner workings of my mind. but i hope you like the idea.

Herd immunity

Blogs are evil, evil things. this is my conclusion because they rear their heads like a many headed hydra... and no matter how often you slice off one head, another one is going to rear up in its place. No, i'm not talking about other people's blogs, but my own. this is a case of "hey, s/he recently updated hers... i feel the need to do the same". i feel like a sad lady. and once again, my blog has turned into a sad lady. i swear, you can actually draw a graph relating to the content of my blogs. they start off well enough... before descending into the depths of melancholy poetry, lamenting my life and the trials i have with thinking logically, while my other half obviously has no problem doing so. and this has happened to each and every single one that i've started.

well. poetry is piss easy to write. and when you get lazy with updating your blog, it's so much easier sprouting some lines as opposed to scratching one?s head for half an hour trying to think of something witty and intelligent to say. and i am a lazy person. i will admit that freely. because let's be honest, i think we all like to cut corners where possible. it makes sense. it'll get us to the same destination as the longer route BUT it saves us time and effort. double win. triple win because i like to secretly whine and poetry is a lovely route to do so because it doesn't sound so whiny. and it's awful fun being melodramatic, as i have been accused of once. but i assure you, each and every word is heartfelt. so if you ever are privileged to have some verses written about you, feel special. you're a work of art... done in the quickest of flashes.

i love facebook. i digress because i suddenly remembered something i could talk about so that i wouldn?t need to spend half an hour thinking of things to say. back to my point. facebook is wonderful because it makes me feel less of a freak. i swear, i was the only one who used to race raindrops down windows when i was a kid (i am also inclined to do so now in times of absolute boredom). or feel the need to always have a blanket on me when i sleep, no matter how hot it is. or i like to eat my big macs by splitting them in half and then eating each half individually because it makes them last longer. the last one is fictitious but i swear, there's probably a similar group on facebook. or, my left boob is bigger than my right one. something random like that. i also find relief that i am not the only one crushing on Sterling Knight or Dr. Robert Chase because this makes me feel that my taste in men is not as weird as i think it is. except this makes my marriage proposal slightly more difficult, what with all the rivals. ah facebook. it makes us feel so warm and safe in the nest that is herd immunity. i like knowing that there are other freaks out there because together, we're not individual freaks... we're just normal.

we'd like to think that we're slightly weird in some different and fantastic way, but there's probably another million odd people who have the same peculiar characteristic. and so like a herd, we move together. when someone posts, we all post. it's okay. it's just human nature.

Moonshine.

The moon hangs on a silver thread
so full and so blue.
I hold your hand in mine
and we're warm, as you do.
The shadows skip across our feet
as we walk in the dark briskly.
You'll suddenly let go for a moment
and I fear that our connection has broke.
But you flick back those strands
that hang over my face like branches
and the moon is bright again.

Detox

But now the detox has kicked in and the high
that's sustained me has disappeared completely
and left me feeling hollow and alone once more.

Curiosity Kills.

I wish I hadn't turned around to see
because then the salt that appeared
wouldn't drip down my cheeks.
Some things are better left unknown
and some things best left buried and unseen.
'cause to stir the undisturbed waters only
wakes the Hydra from its sleep.
Cats have nine lives but I have only one,
and so the only thing that curiosity killed
was me.

My favourite things

I am in love. With my ukulele. I also am in love with my Asians who got me the ukulele. Why i love my ukulele
- i can play taylor swift all i want
- the ukulele is smaller so i can play a gazillion more chords than on the guitar because i can actually reach them now
- eeeehhh. it's a ukulele!

also, i have decided that being sung to is over rated. but pancakes in bed are not.
and this is turning into a really crappy entry. but i am
a) too hyped up over my ukulele (well, this weekend in general)
b) tired
c) blissfully happy, but with a tinge of stress

thus, i conclude that i shall return another day.