Arbchick's blog

Places
Spaces
It all just races
Here. there.
Not nearly anywhere..
ragged offcuts of real silk
but the sides
so, jagged
haggered
almost, cragged
not like that cliff though
the one with the
eagles nest
and the blinding dry blue
sky
a call louder than is comfortable
like the silent buzz in my brain
just because
I know you.

It's that time of year again folks where we pay hommage to the talented, the challenged and the challenging!

So, with no further ado - I bring you *drum roll!*....THE OLM 2008 AWARDS!!

In the category of Best Overall Writer of 2008....the nominees are:
Frankie Wrankles
MJ
Ramon
and Tarnished Lily

How we started 2008:

Do you remember your state of mind at the start of this year? Do you remember what you chose to share with us of yourself back then?

I have a 6 month gap on the blog. One of my 'delete it' frenzies erased January through June...and I'm not so sure I'm sorry about that.

January saw me in a dark, dark place....but what about you? And everyone else here?

Please also vote for:

Best overall writer
Best writer of short stories and anecdotes
Best poet

HOTTEST BLOGGER of 2008

Oh yes and *clap clap*...well done you cleva sausages...you're actually managing to keep the nominations to 2 per category this year...

Most IMPROVED Blogger: ALL OF YA! (HAHAHAHA!! errrr....I think I just broke my own rules....)

Thank you to those who took part.

Results will be posted in one hour's time...

This life...
Dazed days
All paper-plained
Metered out thimbles of magic between seasons of snowballing tediousness
Those moments...
My hair in your face
Unevenly spaced
Wonder-laced

You're a bully and a bad sport. You think by raising your voice to her, you increase your power over her. I saw the way your jaw pulsated when she mentioned her achievements in the workplace. Insecurity has never been deemed by anyone as an attractive quality, you know.

Here today, gone tomorrow
Skies opened up but dared not swallow
Free falling towards galaxies sublime
No parachute required this time
All hands gripping deathly tight
Knuckles turning ghostly white
Forever, above us, in each of our lives
A star blazing brightly, in each of our skies

- - - Bye sweetie - - - -

Glass splinters
The aftermath of such a succinct sound
I wonder if it hurt
Her head
Her legs
Her arms
As she shattered on the ground?

'Good Luck' fairy
Must have lost her way
That day
All bowed up in glitsy wrap
Guess she wasn't given a say

Breathless,
Tearless,
Where to now?
Got to keep it together
Got to calm down somehow

Letters, words on paper

If you slappers were canines...this is how I would imagine you to look! (More coming...)

Oh - ho ho fuckin ho! This IS your Xmas pressie!

SPIT BOY:

VAPS:

SEMS:

This will travel
Across the seas,
Over city lights
And stark open spaces
Straight into your soul
Daggering the thief who seeks to steal my precious...

This calling
Come shadow boy...light the places where darkness fades your memory
See me standing here
Washed in hues of rancid green and mocking oranges
And take me back
To your ranges where greys are ravaged with intensity

He was so pleased about it. Felt empowered! Felt successful! The top of the mountain was now in sight and the long, torturous journey coming to an end. 'YES!' he almost said out loud! 'YES!'

OK...so a while back, some silly cows got up in arms about women's lib (lip) - demanding 'independence', the opportunity to work, equal rights...all that shite. Them gals were seriously silly I reckon!

I remember, the hot breath marks on the icy glass with the single, grubby, dough-tinged 'Apollo' symbol - meant you had been thinking about me, that you still hankered after moments...

I have an acquaintence who spells better than me...but that's beside the point...where was I? Oh yes, I have an ...ya...one of them...who I deeply regret having ever given my e-mail address to. She floods me with loads of nausiating shit on a daily basis. She has just sent me this 'feel-gooder-fodder-fucker' crap. But, the 'Nikki gals' may like it!

Sometimes...
I wish you knew me less
I wish I didn't feel so comfortable
Taxing you with my insecurities
Because it kills the magic
Each time - our reality..nay, mine, gets exposed
You - dark horse, remain just that
Whereas our relationship was borne from my sunken ship
It's forgotten, rotten chambers
And the necessity to locate the 'missile'

Fuck me up the goat ass! You CAN edit comments...you just have to sorta lick and fondle and tickle the Edit button! Dammit! Buttons must be of different genders! The Edit button - be a chick - no 2 ways!

Apologies to....errrr...the universe.

Jeez...I'm having a kak day!

Ozymandias (Percy Bysshe Shelley)

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert.

Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive,
stamped on these lifeless things,

You were born a kindly cunt. Literally, 5 seconds out of the womb – you were judging people. The nurse who bathed you was a fuck-up because you knew she was only with her man because she felt trapped at home – fat, underachiever- and she smelt like both. Too many onions, so little romance.

*I found an old photograph last night - and it reminded me of something I once thought, but naturally never said - funny that - how we are so seldom, really honest. Ever wondered what people would say, if we told them more of our real thoughts?*