Druble's Thoughts.

Toofless Rant

I have had a tooth pulled and its made me one grumpy bitch! So on that note I’d like to rant about… dom dom dom!!! …. drumroll please! …. Skanks. 

I am so sick of these hoes walking around like their shit don’t stink. Hey bitch, guess what! Everyone knows you are a skank, a hoe, a trolly wop and a cum guzzler. No amount of giggles and eye flutters will make you look innocent.  You have been run through too many times that you will never be innocent again. Get over it. You are a major slut bag skank! Own it! And stop complaining about guys treating you like shit!  You get what you put out there, bitch! There is a difference between being sexy/confident and being a major oober skank… learn it. Well, its too late for you, but maybe you can teach your daughter so she doesn’t turn out to be a twisted beat up twat like you. 

Short and Sweet. Have a nice day. 

Ouchies. 

Another Poem by Yours Truly

I Writhe

I find myself lying awake at night,
trying to keep my heart in my chest.
I struggle forever and to the end of time,
it is so difficult to digest.
I want to rip through my skin,
I want to cry out – scream til I cant anymore.
To turn it into something else
would be a miracle found in folklore.
I cant live or breathe without
this presence of everlasting hate.
For it bothers, it itches, it eats
at me and its making me irate.
It doesn’t take long to find its way up
from the vastness of my core,
Because this anger, pain, fury, or whatever it is…
release its longing for.
Why wont it stop with anything I do,
I cant seem to ever find peace.
I constantly pray and cry and dream
for some form of its decease.

The Wall Doesn’t Know It’s A Wall…

So much so, that it dares to call ME a wall.  I love hearing someone say, “No use in arguing with a wall.”  When in fact they haven’t even listened to my arguments.  They simply say their piece and then decide that my opinion isn’t valid, therefore, I am a wall.  Yet, its a wall telling me this.  Tsk tsk. 

Here is an example:  There was an abortion argument not that long ago on FB. I love debates.  It was a poster of a “procedure” of a 23 week abortion.  Now, most intelligent people know that these posters are more a scare tactic than anything else. Yes the dilation and evacuation procedure is done late in the pregnancy sometimes but usually only for a medical necessity.  So I said that, almost word for word. I also mentioned that the poster was a scare tactic and that I am pro choice.  So a little twunt posted a comment that I have no morals. Apparently, it wasn’t because I am pro choice, turns out, its simply because she does not like me.  That was figured out after a long bit of a convo back and forth, comment comment comment.  Not only did she make herself look dumb as hell, but she also added that I am a wall, yet judged me for my opinion (or whatever reason) and told me that I was wrong and she was right… in a manner of speaking.  So, there is an example of a wall not knowing it is a wall.  Not very detailed, but there you go. 

Its like people are not willing to see anything outside of their own comfort zone. Yet how do we learn and grow without breaking the borders of our boxes and venturing out into the unknown? If you are always in what you know, then there is nothing else to be known, apparently, ahhh ignorance must surely be bliss. 

Remembering 2011~ Moving Forward in 2012

I definitely will not forget this past year.  It has been a pretty crazy one, to say the least.  Fights, drama, deception, sadness, loss, etc. 

I lost friendships, gained friendships, ended relationships, began new ones.  Much to my dismay, these were somewhat painful lessons to learn.  But as the new year holds so much promise of a great future, I have to look back and be grateful for all of the obstacles I had to overcome.   

I learned who was valuable in my life, whom I was valuable to, and who wasn’t.  Although painful, a much needed set of lessons.  I was under the delusion that moving back to this town was a good thing.  I see now that it wasn’t, overall, but in its entirety, there were a bunch of “little miracles” for which I am thankful to have found.  In all the turmoil, I gained a wonderful best friend.  I also gained insight to the truth of certain people.  I was under the impression that there were more good people in my life than there actually were, but I am glad to have weeded out the GEMS and now am content in my decisions throughout. 

So now, it is time to move forward.  A new year means a new outlook on life, a new attitude, and new opportunities. :) I am happy to have learned all that I have, for without it, Id still be in a bad place.  Now, nothing but good is on the way.  I will feel better, and my children will have a great life.  That is what its all about. Moving forward. Drop the bullshit. Love life. 

Poem By Yours Truly

You

I suppose I should thank you for opening my eyes
to how malicious people truly can be.
I see the dismal truth of you and who you really are
with all of your intricacies.
The abrupt demise of your foolish disguise
has lead me into a state of melancholy,
For I believed in your lies,
that fake look in your eyes,
kept me distracted from your apathy.
And yet, don´t be surprised
when you see in my eyes
a blank concrete stare of stolidity,
for your hollow lies
and your melting disguise
have lost all form of validity.

Wandering Thoughts

depression takes its toll sometimes. it eats and shreds and scratches at the walls of what seems to be a metaphorical prison. perhaps if there was no soul in these walls there wouldnt be anguish. that is, to say, if a soul exists. darkness surrounds as the cries push upward to no ear, sounds made in vain. writhing with no witness. deaf ears. blind eyes. mute tongues.  apathetic minds.  selfish individuals.  to what end do i go on?  grasping for anything around, a whimper leaves dry lips.  find something to live for. find anything to move for. anything at all.  again, in vain.  what is there, if anything, but darkness in such a vast mind that is so misunderstood.  is it really for the individual, of which the mind belongs, to understand?  understanding oneself is more important than to receive any understanding from another.  why do we even try to please others when we cannot please ourselves?

Disaster

Disaster strikes with seldom any warning.  Often times its disguised with a good time, good deed, or good intentions.  How many times do I have to find myself betrayed by those who claim to care before I learn to cut my losses and move on with my life?  Good question, because logically, I know better.  I know better than to be this person, this … doormat, that you so love to wipe the shit off your shoes onto.  Oddly enough I find myself enjoying the drama.  Wow, my life must be at a loss of anything valuable for me to want to keep doing this.  Shame on me for letting this happen.  Here we go, another phone call.  Keep dragging me in the middle of it, I will eventually burn you down to the ground. I am disaster.