Welcome Chit Chatters and Bullshitters

[Beg4Bethany]

Well now W/we all have a “place” to get comfortable and share things that may not be particularly “on topic”… ANYthing goes here Ladies and gentlemen. Well anything except BLATANT advertising and spamming. Like for example the best mop ever "www.mopever.com"

So come on… step on up to the plate share Y/yourself… Y/your stories, and if you don’t think A/anyone wants to “hear” it…. Y/you are wrong… I for at least One do.

*pats the couch next to Her*
Princess Bethany

[Beg4Bethany]

I have always been hugely attracted to snow globes. They fascinate Me. They come in so many different shapes and sizes. Different themes. They can be musical. They are so pretty.

Ever since I was a little Girl I would spend hours completely amazed by them. The “scene” inside the globe was always so captivating, so detailed; I could often literally envision Myself inside the globe, wondering around amongst whatever was going on in there. And the base with all its colors and details, so strong and functional, but not at all dull.

However, the BEST part always was when you’d shake it, and making the glitter careen through the water. I remember being a little Girl and ALWAYS wanting to shake the shit out of those things, never ever wanting to let them settle. I had an Auntie who collected snow globes and She had a shelf with about 20 or so within reach and whenever nobody was paying enough attention to Me, I’d start a-shaking those bad boys as fast as I could. Trying to get it to where they’d all be stirred up at once. To where they’d all be UBER pretty at the same time.

Well, My favorite one of My Aunt’s back then was this one of this cottage with a little arched bridge over a stream and some trees. It was a musical one. I’m not even sure what tune it played. It wasn’t THAT big, but to a lil Girl of about 4, it was huge. I used to sneak off with it ALL the time, take it off to nap time, hide in the other room… I was CRAZY about this thing. Well, one afternoon I was doing My typical marathon shake em up thingie, and I always saved this one for last (don’t W/we always save the best for last?). And in the third revolution I knocked it off the shelf, and it broke into a hundred pieces. And cut My bare foot in the process. I started balling :cry: , standing there in a puddle of water, blood, broken glass and ceramic and glitter… I was heartbroken… shattered like the snow globe. I realized it wasn’t a magical world where it “snowed” in Arizona in July, it was just glass and water and glitter.

Sometimes growing up sucks. Sometimes fantasy is better than reality. Sometimes the truth does hurt. Sometimes so much you bleed.

And sometimes chaos is beautiful. Sometimes W/we can blend O/our fantasies into reality. And sometimes it feels good to bleed.

In the words of Chuck Palahniuk in the book “Choke” …

“Without access to true chaos, we’ll never have true peace.”

[LinaInverse]

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[velkai]

I know exactly what you mean, and I can indentify. I remember that I always loved model train sets when I was young. My uncle had this really huge on athis house that took up the whole basement and he always let me play with it.

I remember one day I turned the knob too far and the train went too fast, and it feel off and broke. I was some sort of antique. It looked really nice; it was one of those 1800's style steam engines. Surprisingly, he wasn't mad about it.

Aside from that, here is a piece of poetry I wrote which I think some people here may be able to indentify with. I was trying to describe something, this odd sort of feeling, a cross between love and hatred. It's something I think everyone has inside them, that darker half, but is so hard to verbalize.

Reave
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fire in the skies the day I set foot here
from the mists of a forgotten time when I mattered
never again to destroy the no ones we all care about

I know who you are and where you live
I'm coming to rid you of disease
I'm coming with the cure
a sliver of the evidence of what we were

this is my happiness
is this all it can afford
has then been good enough to heal you?
will you ever touch the ground again?

the innocence in your eye
the purity of your soul
upon you and within you the fires burn
always and forever will they consume you

I'm coming with the cure
I have the fix for your need
the yin for your yan
the blade for you heart
your blood for my smile
your death only for a little while

yes I know I destroy your happiness
but it's time again for me to feed my desire
because I know who you are and where you live
like it never mattered before
was this good enough to cure you
was this enough to sate you?

money cannot afford the gift you have received
I want to steal your innocence
I want to rape and murder your purity
then I'll look to the stars and smile
seeing my place hasn't been yet filled
again I look for more

this is my happiness
is this all it can afford?
has this been enough to heal you?
will you ever draw breath again?

all I want is your life
just for a little while
never to harm you
just to taint you

this is my happiness
is this all it can afford?
has this been enough to heal you?
will I ever steal your breath again?

[Beg4Bethany]

sssssssssssshkkkkkkkkkkkkk!!! back back! you beautiful cruel beast from hell! *making cross with fingers*

JUST SAY NO!

LOL

pets not poets! pets not poets! pets not poets!

LOL

you are a bad bad boy and need a spanking, and as long as you are properly restrained FIRST I may turn you over My knee!

[roo-roo]

I was trying to describe something, this odd sort of feeling, a cross between love and hatred. It's something I think everyone has inside them, that darker half, but is so hard to verbalize.
You've got it nailed. Loved it!

[velkai]

Princess Bethany, You're most welcome to do just that if You so desire. ;-) Then maybe I can write a poem about that too, lol. :-P


I am pleased that you liked it roo-roo. I have a lot more like it if you want to see. However, if Princess Bethany doesn't want me to, I won't post anymore of it.

[Beg4Bethany]

OH no..... PLEASE post.... that is a PERSONAL mantra!

LOVE poetry

[tyd_down]

This is going to sound a little contrived and odd. But I also have a strange fascination with snow globes (which I normally don't mention to anybody :oops: ).

Where I grew up it snowed in the winter. When it snows, everything becomes very silent. At night, when there are no cars or people, and you are outside alone in the dark, the tranquility is really wonderful. You can hear your clothes rubbing against you when you move, and the snow crunching under your feet. If you stand motionless you can hear yourself breathing. You can hear your own heart beat. For a few moments, it just feels as if there is nothing to worry about. It's just you and the silence.

Anyway, when I see a snow globe sometimes for a few seconds I can put myself right back to that place. I had not thought about it in a while until Bethany mentioned it. Strange.

[Beg4Bethany]

thank you so much for sharing....

I too NOW live where is snows a LOT... and I know exactly what you mean bout the cold silence.

I think things are so cold the sounds even freeze in a lil bubble, that sometimes never burst. Just a thought, but where I live the cold air can even steal your breath, so I don't think its at all odd for it to steal the sound.