Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Calloused

by KK Sierra

Do you even understand what you're throwing away? So thoughtlessly dismissive.

You mimic society in their gluttonous waste. A nick, a scratch, the wrong color scheme. Throw it out, buy another, and fill the land with rot.

I give freely. Is that the problem? Does no price equate no value?

The system is backwards and you are wrong. Fun, celebrity, and the moment, have nothing on love, friendship, and truly living.

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Tuesday, December 27, 2011

If I...

by KK Sierra.

If I were an artist, I'd paint you in a picture, with turquoise waves lapping at white beaches.

If I were a photographer, I'd capture your real smile, remind you to focus on the important things.

If I were a musician, I'd play you a song, to lift your heart and help you soar.

But, I'm just a writer, and all I have are the soul baring words you refuse to read.

I wish you happiness.

I wish you love.

I wish you here.

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Saturday, December 24, 2011

A Year in Summary

2011 isn't quite over, but I don't see much else interesting happening for me this year.  The year started with an amazing, wonderful bang and fizzled into...well, not much.

Needless to say, it has been a year of firsts for me.  Which is saying a lot...I think, considering what some of the firsts are. I have a special place in my heart for the people who shared these memories with me.

So here you go, 2011's Firsts in no particular order:

  • drove from Colorado to Washington in 24 hours
  • drove to San Diego and back
  • went parasailing
  • conquered my fear of roller coasters
  • jumped out of a plane
  • ended an 18 month court battle
  • fell in love with someone really wonderful
  • then got well acquainted with heartbreak
  • flew enough to become an MVP
  • flew in first class (but didn't pay first class prices)
  • got kicked out of a bar
  • got throw up drunk
  • played beer pong
  • went to a major league baseball game
  • had Five Guys burgers and fries
  • went to an In & Out
  • went to a Sonic
  • went to a ghost town
  • went to Disneyland
  • went to Sea World
  • went hiking in Joshua Tree National Park
  • toured the USS Midway
  • played cosmic bowling
  • rode a tram



There were a couple other cool things of a more personal nature, so I won't be sharing those.

Although, 2011 is ending pretty low and I'm hoping for better things in 2012,  I have to thank the people that made each of those events memorable. I have some really wonderful people in my life. I love them all very much.

May 2012 bring you all love, joy, and great memories.

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Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Compartments

By KK Sierra

His throat is parched.
Yet, his mouth waters.
For just a little taste.
To ease his burden.
And trembling hands.
The bottle mocks him.
As he sits on the floor.
Storms rage within and without.
Cold and gray.
The liquid warms.
But numbs the soul.
He thinks he doesn't have.
A self-appointed cross to bear.
To wander alone.
Takes another drink.
Chimes sound from the phone.
He refuses to look.
Doesn't want to know.
Better to strike the first blow.
Than be vulnerable.
Push it in a locker.
Throw away the key.
Forget what they could be.
Reaches for the bottle.
Liquor the color of her eyes.

Her throat is parched.
Yet, her mouth waters.
For just a little taste.
To ease her burden.
And trembling hands.
The blade mocks her.
As she sits on the floor.
Storms rage within and without.
Cold and gray.
Steel on soft skin.
A little nick.
Numbs the soul.
She picks up the phone.
Shares her vulnerability.
Draws a line.
Can't forget what they could be.
Time ticks by.
Crimson stains.
Fabric the color of his eyes.

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Monday, December 12, 2011

Beg the Devil

By KK Sierra

Beg the Devil come tonight.
Fill my heart with rage.
Sorrow overwhelms the fight.
Take away the wretched ache.
Quill in hand to tell the tale.
Ink, nay blood, stains the page.
The vessel empties on a moan.
No one weeps those dead alone.

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Sunday, December 11, 2011

No Regrets

by KK Sierra

No goodbyes.
No regrets.
It's better this way.

Walked away.
Couldn't look back.
Who says its better this way?

Things are gone; empty rooms.
Vanilla lingers in the air.
Why is it better this way?

Passion embraced in the night.
Sharing love, sharing life.
Why do you want it this way?

You built a wall.
You hide yourself.
I won't say its better this way.

I'll sleep alone.
No regrets...
But, I don't want it this way.

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12/11/10 - A special day I'll always remember. 

Monday, December 5, 2011

Penis vs Vagina

I heart Phil Torcivia. He is hilarious and often right on point. When I read this particular blog post however, it immediately brought to mind a recent conversation with a good friend.

My friend and I were sharing our weekends which led to discussing relationship issues and undecipherable mixed signals. He wrapped it up like this, "See, the penis knows not what it wants, and the vagina does, though does what it shouldn't."  In other words, guys don't really know what they want, give mixed messages, and follow the lead of their penis. Girls know what they want and chase after guys they shouldn't anyway.

And that, in my opinion, is at the heart of why good girls lean toward bad boys.

First, I think we need to define "good girls" for the sake of my argument. Good girls referred to here are women who for the most part have their "stuff" together. These are girls who are socially and academically successful. Girls who have jobs, their own cars, and can pay their bills on time.  Girls who are attractive, keep in shape, dress nice and stay well-groomed (hair styled, body parts waxed, etc.). They are girls who are positive, honest, and morally decent, maybe even a little innocent. (Do not mistake this for boring or unadventurous.)

This type of woman wants a man who has it together. One who can challenge her intellectually with more than pop culture. One who can laugh, joke, tease and have fun without dissolving into bathroom humor. One who will be interested in the things that interest her and will listen as attentively to her as she listens to him. She wants a man who is honest, honorable, and worthy of her respect. She wants a man who can change a tire, knows how to use a hammer and wrench, and is equally comfortable domestically. She wants a man who will make her feel genuinely beautiful and sexy.

Nice guys, the ones who get relegated to friend status, don't put off the right vibe. They may fulfill everything listed above, but they're missing something.  That thing that grabs our attention and hooks us for more.

We aren't necessarily looking for the Alpha male, but we're looking for a strong presence. Something that says you'll challenge us. A confident swagger that makes us swoon. Whether we were created or have evolved, woman in general, craves man. 

Fuck the feminist agenda! We want a man to be a man. We want him to hold our hand, or throw an arm around our waist, and be just possessive/jealous enough that we know we're wanted and our relationship is secure. We want to be protected and cared for. We want a man who will defend himself and us. We want him to be dominate in the bedroom.

This is especially true for the "good girl" described above. She's already successful! She doesn't need you to complete her. She's already got it together financially. She's likely building a strong career. She doesn't even need you to start a family. She doesn't need a man, but dang it, she wants one!

We don't really want bad boys. Nope, *shaking my head* we absolutely do not. Bad boys are arrogant, thoughtless, selfish asshats.

So, when you look at all those things, why do we lean towards the bad boy? Why do we know what we want but do what we shouldn't?

Because we don't want to be your momma! Your nice guy demeanor makes you seem like a pushover. Someone we can control. We don't want a sheep. We want a man, dammit!

Bad boys ooze confidence. They put off that challenge vibe. They excite us and keep us off balance. They speak to an inner desire we try to pretend doesn't exist. That inner need women have where we, in spite of our success, want a man to be our big strong hero, to allow us a weak moment in our otherwise organized lives where we can be the damsel in distress, rescued by the man we crave. We don't always want to make the decisions and be in charge.

We know better and yet, we give into that inner desire, and pursue the bad boy we suspect will only half fill our needs. We knowingly set ourselves up for heartache hoping the bad boy exterior we are attracted to hides a nice guy underneath. Often, we hate ourselves as we walk away, again and again.  We wish we could find someone that was the combination of the dominate bad boy and our nice guy confidant.

How do we remedy this? Nice guys need to be themselves, stop over analyzing what they "think" we want, and show us their inner bad boy!

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I shared this with a friend before posting and he responded: since the dawn of puberty, your entire post has been the frustration to males like me and the guys I hung out with.

So...guys, ladies, what do you think? Please share your thoughts!

Friday, December 2, 2011

The Things You'll do for Your Kids

I was raised around animals...outdoor animals. They required feeding, but little picking up after or other attention. I am not a fan of pets.

But for my kids, we got a dog.

"We'll walk him, Mom. Play with him, Mom. Pick up after him, Mom. Remember to feed him, Mom."

Oh yeah, all the promises.

Did that happen? Of course not. Mom walked the dog. Mom picked up poo. Mom fed and watered the dog. Mom found the dog a new home with people who loved him.

"A smaller pet, Mom. Something we can keep in a cage in our rooms."

And so, for my kids, we got guinea pigs.

This was somewhat better. Mom nagged the kids to feed the gp's. Mom nagged the kids to water the gp's. Mom nagged the kids to clean the gp's cage and give them a bath. Mom said, "keep that away from the gp."

Did that happen? No. Someone forgot. The gp's, who like to gnaw on everything, gnawed on the wrong thing and passed away.

"Can we get a cat, Mom?  Oh, please, oh please?"

And so, for my kids, we got a cat.

And, this time Mom got a feeder that held a half-gallon of water and a self-feeder to hold enough cat food for a weekend away. (Mom refills both.) Mom got a litter box. (Mom empties the litter box.) Mom got cat toys. Mom got a comfy bed for the cat to sleep in. Mom got a scratching post.

The kids love the cat and play with it. Happy kids. Yay!

The cat is driving mom insane. It scatters litter on her bathroom floor. Then it pushes its half-gallon water container all over the floor, sloshing water as it goes until the litter and water has mixed to create a fabulous concrete paste.  Mom has never cleaned her bathroom floor so often in her life.

Oh, and Mom's furniture has scratches.

And so, for Mom, there will be no more pets after the cat.

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Seventeen Days

by KK Sierra.

Cheated. Betrayed. Lost.

Those three words seemed to describe most accurately what she felt as she stared at the computer screen trying to grasp what she had read.

He was breaking up with her...by email.

What had happened in 17 days to change, "I love you more than any other in life till now" to "This isn't possible right now, nor will it be in the future"?

He had been someone worthy. The kind of person you were proud to call your friend. Someone she respected immensely. Devoted to helping others, not selfishly pursuing a career that only benefited himself. He kept her guessing and she liked that, although she wished he didn't make her feel off-balance in the process. There was so much he kept to himself; she felt she could spend a lifetime figuring him out.

He had been her totem. No matter the distance or the craziness that surrounded her, he could bring her peace with a simple "good morning." He was too serious, and liked to tease her just to watch her get riled up.

She'd been cheated and didn't know why. There was so much she'd wanted to share, so many more memories to make. An evening picnic on the beach to watch the sun set. A camping trip perhaps. An offer to take her to a gun range. A desire to see him work magic with his camera. Hot chocolate and snowflakes. Their first New Year's Eve kiss.

Had she really misinterpreted everything he'd said and done? Had she been betrayed by him or her own heart? It had allowed her to forget her decade long lesson in trust. Had it blinded her too?

He changed. It all changed. She stood in the tattered remnants of their relationship unsure if she was the cause or simply left to deal with the effect.

Two weeks. A mere seventeen days from a happy contentment she hadn't felt in years to lost in a swirling abyss.

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