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Inspiration Playlist Volume 2, Track 13 “Fireproof.”

If last week I was “bulletproof” then today I’m “fireproof.” As soon as I heard The National’s new album knew I needed to add one last track to Volume 2 of the Inspiration Playlist.

You’re fireproof
Nothing breaks your heart
You’re fireproof
How’d you get so far?

You’re a needle in the hay
You’re the water at the door
You’re a million miles away
Doesn’t matter anymore



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Bad Poetry Friday

Brian’s Portrait (c. 1998)

If I had to paint your face

My fingertips would be the brushes

I’d start with your jawline

with four-o-clock shadow

And move to the arc of your smile

Trace soft lips stretching upward

I would not forget your dimples

Your strong nose

That has been broken countless times

Or your liquid eyes

Reminding me of my morning tea

Before the milk

And your blonde lashes that frame those brown pools of intensity

Then I would paint your smooth eyebrows

Meeting with your broad forehead

Your shaved head with three weeks growth

Would be last

Since I cannot recreate the softness of a baby duck.


You can stop laugh-crying now. It’s okay. Now you can see why I never sold my adult romance novel about the lawyer and the librarian.

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Inspiration Playlist Volume 2, Track 12 “Titanium”

This is one of my current favorite songs. I’ve been pretty much blasting it nonstop, despite the fact I’m at least two years behind when it was popular. I’d actually never heard it until I saw “Pitch Perfect.”

You shout it out,
But I can’t hear a word you say
I’m talking loud not saying much
I’m criticized but all your bullets ricochet
You shoot me down, but I get up

I’m bulletproof, nothing to lose
Fire away, fire away
Ricochet, you take your aim
Fire away, fire away
You shoot me down but I won’t fall
I am titanium
You shoot me down but I won’t fall
I am titanium

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Bad Poetry Friday

Untitled (July 1999)

It was a rainy Monday

when you told me the news

I was hurt

I was confused

:Things aren’t working out”

I said, “Is there someone else?”

You didn’t answer

just looked away

Funny how I knew the truth anyway

I must have been blind

I must have been deaf

I didn’t notice

until you left

Come back

come back home

Don’t leave me here alone

She doesn’t know you

Like I do

She doesn’t love you

like I do

She may be your angel

but that doesn’t mean my life

should be a living hell


Remember that boy from the previous poems? Eventually he broke my heart.

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Mortification Monday

Tuesday, April 22


Dear Diary,

Let me start w/Fri- I bragged to all my friends about the concert ad went to prayer group. Sat I had a softball game and helped Nana and Mom get the house ready for my confirmation. Friday night I had Confirmation rehearsal and dinner. Pastor gave me a light bulb (as a gag gift) becuz I need to see the light and the light isn’t on upstairs. Sun-my confirmation. All sorts of relatives came it was fun. As I stood at the alter couldn’t keep  a straight face and I was shaking. We had a party and I got $90, a ring, and earrings. On Monday I realized that I don’t like Aaron  xcept as a friend. I met this new guy Russel who’s really nice (7th grade) and has the bluest eyes. We’re friends. Jennifer wants us to get together but I don’t know if I like him. I had to give up a babysitting job for Travis on Sat nite becuz I’m going to Busch Gardens w/band.





Notes: I’m too distracted by the grammar and spelling crimes to comment on anything.

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National Bad Poetry Day

In honor of National Bad Poetry Day, here is a gem of mine from 1999.

Remembering (c. 1999)

This was actually published in my high school literary journal.

Looking back through

the looking glass

my reflection reminds me

of my naivete

but all was lost when I

fell from the sky

drunk on love

high on life

and like all fallen angels

I made the mistake

a deadly choice

I lost my heart to the Ace of Hearts

funny how I fell apart

when he left me standing on the side

of the road

out of the clear blue sky

came my knight in his

black Prelude

whole stole my hear for a summer ride

love was the warm wind in my hair

the windows down and

the radio loud to 80’s

all happiness flew out the window

and I was broken

giving my heart to strangers

and trying to learn how to fly again.

then one night by chance

I met a prince

once again I was drunk on love

and smiled at my sun

and he held my hand

and healed my soul

with flowers and “I love you’s”

and midnight passion in parking lots

I became myself again

not letting go of him for

a second.


I clearly hadn’t mastered line breaks yet with this. Also, this is terrible and I manage to reference every boyfriend I had between junior and senior year of high school.

My favorite line is “midnight passion in parking lots” because where else was I going to go make-out?

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Inspiration Playlist Volume 2, Track 11″Thank You”

Since I’m all about the 90’s angry girl music as of late, this classic Alanis song is perfect for my playlist. Confession: my high school bff and I went to her concert in Seattle last year. Our 15 year-old selves thanked us.

Thank you India
Thank you terror
Thank you disillusionment
Thank you frailty
Thank you consequence
Thank you thank you silence

How about me not blaming you for everything
How about me enjoying the moment for once
How about how good it feels to finally forgive you
How about grieving it all one at a time

Warning: Don’t watch the video if you don’t want to see a slightly blurry nude Alanis.

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Bad Poetry Friday

Untitled (c. unknown, but probably 2001/2002 considering the subject matter)


You pierce my skin with your icy gaze

I pierced my nose in a creative streak

Painted my body with butterflies and ivy

You stole my glory for a cheap high

Now I’m low

stuck in the hole

we dug together

and I’m the one treading water

while you’re still on thin ice, laughing

The knives you use to kill are killing me



Lots of mixed metaphors on this. Don’t ask me how I can be both in a hole  (that I dug) and treading water. This isn’t about ice fishing but about a bad news boyfriend I had sophomore year of college. 

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Mortification Monday

Today’s entry reads like my first attempt at writing romance novels as I profess my love for Aaron. I also profess my love for Reba McEntyre.


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Inspiration Playlist Volume 2, Track 10 “Running Up That Hill”

This wasn’t one of my best weeks. There were a lot of no’s in different  areas of my life. Some were nice no’s, some were not. One no led me to enjoy a cocktail in the sun at 10:45 in the morning. I’ve hit numerous roadblocks with my current WIP and my frustration is at an all time high.

This is why Kate Bush’s “Running Up That Hill” is so perfect. (Sidebar, it’s one of the songs l used to listen to on my long training runs to motivate me back when I was marathoning and half-marathoning).

If I only could, I’d be running up that hill.
If I only could, I’d be running up that hill.”

It doesn’t hurt me.
Do you want to feel how it feels?
Do you want to know that it doesn’t hurt me?
Do you want to hear about the deal that I’m making?
You, it’s you and me.

Warning: The video is a little weird, unless you’re into modern dance.

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