People and Things, a mother-daughter Blog

Why do I have a smart phone?

peopleandthings — Sun, 31 Jul 2011 05:52:32 +0000

I talk to who on the phone? My work for 1min and my mom for maybe an hr a month. My brothers? no not really. My aunt not so much. I text a greeting here and maybe a question there. The fb sometimes teases and or tortures to a point I cannot bare. The games, they really bore me. The battery life sucks. A blank notification bar I see. Waiting and watching, for what? Damn phone gives headaches that are really pounding. This phone beckons, calling out to me to ignore my surroundings. So y do I have a smart phone? Bc I’d sadly feel lost without it.

Tear

peopleandthings — Mon, 04 Jul 2011 15:16:56 +0000

“A beam of light shimmering through. Bounces around like a prism, giving off an airless carefree radiance. The beauty of this shine does not run deep. Inside lay the truth behind the visible. A trail of moisture remains, descending from curve to curve. Smells like nothing. Salty to taste. Each speck carries a memory, as if to discard the thought. Harder and faster the fall. A throbbing pain and a weakened structure.” – Me

hmmmm.

peopleandthings — Thu, 03 Mar 2011 06:52:18 +0000

THEY-Lesley

peopleandthings — Thu, 03 Mar 2011 06:22:58 +0000

If you had to escape a nine story building should you dive or jump?
The shirtwaist factory workers made blouses for women. The machines got faster, so did the quotas. Women would be running their material through, accidently some finger would run through too and they pulled rags off their dresses to bandage the wounds WHILE THEIR EMPLOYERS DOCKED THEIR PAY FOR THE NEEDLE THEY BROKE OFF and the time they ‘waist’ed… plus… they locked the doors…it’s so…they.

FLOAT-Lesley

peopleandthings — Thu, 25 Feb 2010 06:09:41 +0000

My Childhood was incredible, it set me up to understand the world in some mighty different ways…that is why I can’t ever blame my parents for anything.
This poem is for Anna. Do you regret your childhood, Dear?

Lift* raft,
Lift it,
Hear the fish clapping
It’s a pain,

Circling of elation
I should be thinking about my day,
When is my dad suppose to die?
Pink star ‘Possy” it’s a pane,
Real “it’s a plain pain”,

Because…
Left home,
To my talking…
my,
children,
into,
… survive

say…take the colors and patterns
And use them the way your
toes feel in sand,
or snow.
Always, against the wind.
It will show.

Forever

Let me point
Fish, birds, flowers, mountain views, and seascapes, eye color and a smile,
heart beats in the hands…
Float.

Anna-why do you say that? Yawn, just needed to tell somebody something. It can wait till, stretch again, Monday?

peopleandthings — Sat, 03 Oct 2009 06:36:11 +0000

well that’s my knew motto…yawn.
I figured out one more thing about men- the left right thing REALLY DOES MATTER….yeaaaaaaah.

Mistakes-Lesley

peopleandthings — Thu, 23 Jul 2009 19:56:41 +0000

Only come from one thing
Trying

If you were trying something evil
Then your mistake
makes out that way

If you were trying
and it doesn’t go forward
That day

Only time says

Mistakes are inevitable

All the Things I Hear-Lesley

peopleandthings — Sun, 14 Jun 2009 01:08:08 +0000

It’s not rain falling,
These trees are being preserved to die.
I don’t get it;
I don’t want to face the danger,
With all the browned out,
Lullaby.

In My Ears-Lesley

peopleandthings — Sat, 06 Jun 2009 16:39:40 +0000

In my ears

To swallow

Wish I could be a bird

Compelled to call out perpetually

And eat living things that crawl

Then I could rid the world of evil

But only law does that when it can

Circumstance is unavoidable

When you are a worm

RAPACITY-Lesley

peopleandthings — Sun, 03 May 2009 05:01:54 +0000

Rapacity

Can one imagine what one word says?

Pretty sure it has pants’ lengths versus,

Skirts,

Render everything then

The earth,

Problem from me so

I sag,

Figuring blame

Somebody in the

Lag====

Oh well

Water creeps up

Even where

It ain’t needed

Then the power

Of showers feed

That lonesome

Dove

Making miracles from

===it’s credence