new song written |
"I'm Not Coming Home"
Left you this mornin' a quarter past eight/ drowning in the sunlight, an ebbing headache
I wondered where I had done all my wrong/ My darlin' I'm sorry, I'm not comi... Posted by Miss Fancy Pants on Sat, 14 Oct 2006 10:10:00 PST |
as a writer |
it's always disconcerting when you run into a situation where words fall flat. Posted by Miss Fancy Pants on Thu, 21 Sep 2006 08:33:00 PST |
home no more |
as much as i had wanted to lay in the sun today, i think i could use the rain almost as much as the grass.
i'm looking forward to the clarity that follows a good thunderstorm. my final is ... Posted by Miss Fancy Pants on Wed, 21 Jun 2006 05:30:00 PST |
let me tell you all about it |
I was starting to feel a bit stuck. You know what I mean, I know you do. It's the kind of stuck where you're trying so hard to be responsible and study hard and be awake at work that you a... Posted by Miss Fancy Pants on Wed, 14 Jun 2006 05:38:00 PST |
one and one make me fail |
Dont try to touch me
I do not exist
the girl with the flower in her hair
shes not there
shes not there
dont try to find me
shes fading with the sun
chipped away she is sighing
with deflate... Posted by Miss Fancy Pants on Tue, 06 Dec 2005 08:08:00 PST |
CHRISTMAS CAROLS |
today she listened to her first christmas carol of the season while sitting catatonic in her cubicle. even in the most dismal of surroundings a carol awakens a smile, even if... Posted by Miss Fancy Pants on Tue, 08 Nov 2005 07:51:00 PST |
through each others' eyes |
young eyes:
"hello" i mumbled. it was my older sister's message i'd encountered on the line. "i just called to see how things are, how you are doing. i dunno, cal... Posted by Miss Fancy Pants on Mon, 07 Nov 2005 09:48:00 PST |
when hit and miss becomes the norm, do you start to worry? |
"hi!" he said in an excited tone, stopping the motion of his broom on the bricked patterned walk. he's sweeping the street, looking lovely as a button in a sea of hooks and latches. his eyes say it al... Posted by Miss Fancy Pants on Fri, 07 Oct 2005 08:46:00 PST |
a short story |
"steps"
wine stained lips and less sure hands are a bad combination for the compitent understanding of love.and so she washed down her dirty mouth with mint lattes and day old muffins and placed on he... Posted by Miss Fancy Pants on Wed, 28 Sep 2005 10:11:00 PST |
but his purring told me otherwise |
i skipped class this morning for no real reason. i got plenty of sleep and wasn't feeling any reprocussions from the night prior but my dear cat, sir elliott j. daniels was snuggling with me and... Posted by Miss Fancy Pants on Fri, 23 Sep 2005 10:08:00 PST |