tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71070144440621745552024-03-05T03:27:03.633-08:00Doctor Shock --- Humbling the Masses of AssesPoetry, etc.lizathegranthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03557453053580880796noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7107014444062174555.post-84869963769514607092014-04-08T13:18:00.001-07:002014-04-08T13:21:32.806-07:00Maybe<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 15pt;">Maybe
if I hadn't wasted three years of my life chasing what I thought was
your shadow,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 15pt;">I'd
measure up to your golden stature.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 15pt;">Maybe
you're everything I've ever wanted</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 15pt;">Maybe
we could have made it – you make me think these things,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 15pt;">You
force me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 15pt;">I'd
love to force you... I have, and haven't taken the time to think of
everything that makes you beautiful.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 15pt;">I'd
kill to feel your hand in mine. And fight to try to not feel
inexcusably small next to you.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 15pt;">I
had to see it twice, it's like the first time I didn't get it but the
second time it hit me hard.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 15pt;">You
did, you made me see you.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 15pt;">Something
so amazingly beautiful that with envy in my eyes, my heart did cry.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 15pt;">Stuck
in this crappy little boat, I wish I were you and want to love you at
the same time.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 15pt;">I
wish I had the same things you did, I wish I could do the same things
you do.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 15pt;">No
one will ever do but you, no one has and no one ever will.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 15pt;">The
finality of my love for you hangs like death in stale air.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 15pt;">I
want to do something, anything, to prove to you that one day I could
stand next to you, as your other half.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 15pt;">I
love you, is that enough? I need you, is that not abundantly clear?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 15pt;">My
life has been washed, castrated, and sanitized. I'm what you would
call a “good catch” with a side of failure.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 15pt;">The
corpse that is my life rings clear like wedding bells in the Fall.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 15pt;">And
I, undead, look up to you and wonder how I never knew you were oh so,
divine.</span></div>
lizathegranthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03557453053580880796noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7107014444062174555.post-88660171661540635652011-04-12T16:50:00.000-07:002011-04-12T17:44:51.930-07:00I'm Back Bitches! Here's a New Poem.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBHVjsiLWWJGncFErbGy-yuK6DZv9u1jBqxYlW_IppsNA0p1Iqg56H97L49iInrMycBqYVE5FrdZom3qc6xWj7qlAChrz3Bc52M0tHYAXqCL9jop9NfVovRCkAI_f27mJ-8e1cBmI5UVhj/s1600/mooon.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 383px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBHVjsiLWWJGncFErbGy-yuK6DZv9u1jBqxYlW_IppsNA0p1Iqg56H97L49iInrMycBqYVE5FrdZom3qc6xWj7qlAChrz3Bc52M0tHYAXqCL9jop9NfVovRCkAI_f27mJ-8e1cBmI5UVhj/s400/mooon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594854840110783106" /></a><br /><div><div style="text-align: center; "><b>Eternal You, Eternal Me</b></div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">Underneath the Moon,</div><div style="text-align: center; ">Sliced cheese.</div><div style="text-align: center; ">Undress and share</div><div style="text-align: center; ">Your secrets, please.</div><div style="text-align: center; ">I wonder if I spoke</div><div style="text-align: center; ">Too soon? Eternal me,</div><div style="text-align: center; ">Eternal moon?</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">I've always loved you,</div><div style="text-align: center; ">Orb of Doom.</div><div style="text-align: center; ">Inhaled the breath</div><div style="text-align: center; ">Of craters deep.</div><div style="text-align: center; ">So I insist</div><div style="text-align: center; ">You speak to me --</div><div style="text-align: center; ">Your secrets, please</div><div style="text-align: center; ">Eternal Moon.</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">Eternal You,</div><div style="text-align: center; ">Much more than math.</div><div style="text-align: center; ">Much more than dust which </div><div style="text-align: center; ">turned to rock.</div><div style="text-align: center; ">You make me feel like </div><div style="text-align: center; ">Mr. Spock.</div><div style="text-align: center; ">And maybe like</div><div style="text-align: center; ">Keanu Reeves.</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">Eternal Me,</div><div style="text-align: center; ">Infernal glee.</div><div style="text-align: center; ">Beholding luminosity.</div><div style="text-align: center; ">I might have to</div><div style="text-align: center; ">come up there,</div><div style="text-align: center; ">Soon. Eternal me,</div><div style="text-align: center; ">Eternal Moon.</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>lizathegranthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03557453053580880796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7107014444062174555.post-84660222897617393162010-09-26T21:01:00.000-07:002011-04-12T18:48:28.743-07:00We live and chase ghosts.<div>Loving lies, we run </div><div>Towards those who've </div><div>Marked our souls.</div><div><br /></div><div>Falling through </div><div>Ficticious holes, </div><div>We lose ourselves.</div><div><br /></div><div>Knowing only what </div><div>We wish to know.</div><div><br /></div><div>We live and chase,</div><div>Ghosts.</div><div><br /></div><div>The ones who remind </div><div>Us of them the most.</div><div><br /></div><div>Transparent </div><div>Hosts, who hold us</div><div>In the dead of night --</div><div><br /></div><div>In the dark </div><div>and in the cold.</div><div><br /></div><div>We live and chase,</div><div>Ghosts.</div><div><br /></div><div>We shut our eyes </div><div>To flesh and bone.</div><div><br /></div><div>Afraid of ever </div><div>Having known.</div><div><br /></div><div>We live and chase</div><div>Ghosts.</div>lizathegranthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03557453053580880796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7107014444062174555.post-49203229615245593322010-03-17T17:26:00.001-07:002010-09-23T20:54:27.101-07:00Thoughtful Musings On...<span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:medium;"><b>Dirty Laundry</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Wash, rinse, repeat. We are products of our own cycle. I try to take a step away, from self destructive tendencies that tend to get the best of me. My mind plays tricks on me sometimes. If I wait long enough, I can catch myself in a lie. Is this how I really, feel or is this my subconscious trying to screw with me? I'm not sure. Pushing through, pushing through. I feel so much better when I push through. But sometimes, there comes a day where I succumb to the feeling of infinite weight. I can't move. Won't move? Will I really like it when I get over there? Or should I just... stay? I never want to feel that way again. Yet I know I will, someday. Life comes around. Products of our own cycle. I mix my colors with my whites, add some fabric softener and hope for the best. I like to live on the edge. But for now I think I'll settle for a little objective observation. Catch the old dog doing her old tricks. What makes the bitch tick? Can I find out, or will it be too late? They say it takes about a month to create a new habit. How many weeks till I cut out the bullshit? Life comes in circles. Products of our own cycle. I let my reds bleed onto my whites and now they're pink. I hate most shades of pink, except the shade on my nails. That obnoxiously loud "look at me" pink, that's okay. I chew my gum loudly and pop bubbles on the train. It takes the edge off. Wash, rinse, repeat. We are products of our own cycle.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbrxdQ8rKnMkbwMOtQssvGphBr3d45OewRocEFShR-yUIS7MZJyESXUItvJ5hlHw94azF-2RzK3XJ6jE046p6miL-J1N7aRgU1s-rCm425T1PUXXNLFA3cH_tt8L5xPxESMmgPtL2_A5Fo/s1600/l.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbrxdQ8rKnMkbwMOtQssvGphBr3d45OewRocEFShR-yUIS7MZJyESXUItvJ5hlHw94azF-2RzK3XJ6jE046p6miL-J1N7aRgU1s-rCm425T1PUXXNLFA3cH_tt8L5xPxESMmgPtL2_A5Fo/s400/l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473095085104739154" border="0" /></a><br /></div></span>lizathegranthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03557453053580880796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7107014444062174555.post-63964582983610679092010-02-26T06:40:00.000-08:002010-05-19T14:18:24.750-07:00My Pinkberry Experience: An Anecdote on Lust, Gluttony, and Frozen Yogurt<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOOevRqFKDuPceiohVMRgWw6cJr8NGgQD00HEy5Db_zU_nkawSN6N6jVw5XlAp6ZVLZrsluLrN-wuIpATVjEOlof9tNb-xfcnZiae-Jkfe1fcVymiUdS3zvEAldnBtixPm6oQXjGRdURbH/s1600-h/pinkberry-plain.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 287px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOOevRqFKDuPceiohVMRgWw6cJr8NGgQD00HEy5Db_zU_nkawSN6N6jVw5XlAp6ZVLZrsluLrN-wuIpATVjEOlof9tNb-xfcnZiae-Jkfe1fcVymiUdS3zvEAldnBtixPm6oQXjGRdURbH/s400/pinkberry-plain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442564008124489282" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span">I’ve always hated trends, particularly food trends that are overpriced and tainted by celebrity endorsements, however unofficial in nature. My first trip to Pinkberry was a reluctant one: I worked incessantly last summer, and made a point of spending my free time doing something constructive. Having nothing else to do before the next work day, I agreed to go on an evening stroll with my mother and cousin. As we began our walk, the suggestion of going to Pinkberry arose and I instantly rejected it. In my mind, Pinkberry had become the edible equivalent to Paris Hilton toting a Chihuahua in her purse. And while Paris and I both own a Chihuahua, my reason has more to do with the fact that I'm Hispanic, and Hispanics love Chihuahuas. Furthermore, I didn’t see the purpose of walking over 10 blocks for frozen yogurt when I had a supermarket next door. Truth be told, I hated Pinkberry because of all the “hype” that it had received and wanted no part in it.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span">My mother and cousin were used to my stubborn nature and blindly calculated judgments for anything mainstream. Naturally, they insisted that we just "give it a try". I had nothing else to do that night, so I reluctantly followed them to the nearest location located on the Upper East Side of Manhattan. The moment we stepped inside the store, I was assaulted by a barrage of bright colors, white cloud-like swirls, and expensive looking "space chairs". My first thought was, "What kind of silly gimmick is this?" My second thought, which came immediately after, pertained to the ridiculously long line. Even worse, everyone seemed to be oblivious to this. I heard loud chatter, and even laughter! The patrons were actually enjoying themselves and seemed excited to be revievng their overpriced cups of yogurt. Skeptical but powerless, I waited in line anxious to try this newfangled product that merited such attention.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span">As it was my turn to reach the counter, a bright-eyed cashier asked me which flavor I would like. Thrown off by the ridiculously long line and the cashier’s seemingly genuine perkiness, I chose coconut with granola, honey and shredded coconut. I liked coconut, and having coconut twice in the same dish didn’t seem redundant to me. Everyone else opted for fresh fruit, but I insisted on keeping fruit separate from my Pinkberry experience. We managed to find an empty table and sat down immediately. As I put the spoon to my lips my first reaction was, "This is it? This is what the hype is about?" It was ice cold, tarty, and not at all sweet, as I expected. "What's the point?", I thought. I wondered why people paid so much money for this miniscule cup of yogurt. Yet by the time my cup was finished, to my bewilderment, I was left longing for more. Thus the cycle begun.</span></div></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span">In the weeks that passed, I visited Pinkberry every chance time afforded itself. I would get off the train at certain stops just to get Pinkberry. I would set aside 15 minutes before work to enjoy my daily cup of frozen deliciousness. The addiciton was immediate and unrelenting. If left without my frozen yogurt fix, I would crave it all day. Somehow, I couldn't stop myself from speaking about Pinkberry to my friends, who couldn't understand my obsession. It was as if cupid struck me with his arrow, but instead of falling in love with the first man I saw, I became smitten with frozen yogurt. In the first weeks, I was as loyal as a sick puppy and refused to eat anywhere else but at Pinkberry. However, once I recieved my debit card statement, I decicded to explore thriftier options.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span">I began to 'shop around', as one would say, and survey less expensive Pinkberry alternatives. While I saved over a dollar a cup on my frozen yogurt by seeking out different places, my expedition quickly went from being a budget concern to a survey of each and every frozen yogurt store I encountered. I wound up frequenting a dozen or more yoogurt shops including the blatant Pinkberry knockoff 'Berrywild', and the fierce Pinkberry competetor 'Red Mango'. Strangely enough, my loyalty to Pinkberry expanded to a wide appreciation of frozen yogurt. While not each frozen yogurt sample was a success, (NEVER, ever try Tasti-D-Lite's fro yo) I felt like a frozen yogurt consesueir and prided myself in my extensive knowledge and experience.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span">Once I left my job, it became increasingly harder to get to the best yogurt stores. Slowly, I began to lose interest in frozen yogurt like a lover who had passed the infatuation phase of a relatonship. Suddenly and unrelentingly, it was over. Looking back on my obsession, I couldn't stomach the thought of eating another cup of the overpriced stuff! Still, I get the occasional craving, but I've convinced myself that it would be way more practical to go on a Pinkberry spree in the warmer months than in the dead of winter. My appetite is funny that way. It can be piqued, instantly obsessed almost indefintely, then shut off like a light switch. </span></div><div> </div></span></span>lizathegranthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03557453053580880796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7107014444062174555.post-73451278062837159042010-02-18T16:47:00.000-08:002010-02-26T07:03:24.955-08:00<div>You snuggle up with phantoms<div>using lies to keep you warm.</div><div>I choose the cold, indefinite space</div><div>I choose to be alone.</div><div>You settle for the second best,</div><div>Convince yourself you're pleased.</div><div>I let my hunger ravage me,</div><div>I'd rather be a tease.</div><div><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpF2gi3LnPz7xBNGI5ONRxEgo1HG5ls49msevOHbaOPS5yvLkBOuHJucosY_x0ja8wLysmMx0bdIuN-Ii1TY8HGzX3VNmVlG9uSQAruY72ue1TtxVVv14QsPrbhZd7BUFqjaJxvZ6ewrJD/s1600-h/placebo.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpF2gi3LnPz7xBNGI5ONRxEgo1HG5ls49msevOHbaOPS5yvLkBOuHJucosY_x0ja8wLysmMx0bdIuN-Ii1TY8HGzX3VNmVlG9uSQAruY72ue1TtxVVv14QsPrbhZd7BUFqjaJxvZ6ewrJD/s200/placebo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442567864768726530" /></a><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>lizathegranthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03557453053580880796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7107014444062174555.post-49673278480732832010-01-22T09:49:00.000-08:002011-04-12T19:09:50.529-07:00Lady Sings the Blues<div><div style="text-align: left;">An old tune plays </div><div style="text-align: left;">with natural familiarity,</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">A thick voice heard</div><div style="text-align: left;">above the lazy music.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">A few regulars </div><div style="text-align: left;">sit and listen.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">While the sound of chatty</div><div style="text-align: left;">laughter infiltrates a memory.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"I'm a fool to want you, to </div><div style="text-align: left;">want a love that can't be true."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">She sings with a crooked </div><div style="text-align: left;">twinkle in her eye,</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Too numb to feel</div><div style="text-align: left;">the pain which once inspired her.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Straddling the line </div><div style="text-align: left;">between death and eternity,</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Tears are rolling down </div><div style="text-align: left;">her face,</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Her voice </div><div style="text-align: left;">shakes, her eyes </div><div style="text-align: left;">roll back.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Faint whispers </div><div style="text-align: left;">are only heard now.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The crowd unwillingly </div><div style="text-align: left;">immersed in her glory.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1T9YXV_lBgy0yMIuplIdxykdm-dFrtRn5_L1amm0yS9YUMaQJ6btoX_XdHjmZzOqy24iE9L5Ggddt9krsCZJq89YscXS71SkjKSPROj5epYXNKdekaANQ6DjVwB1H_2kbmOCUCtY9svJY/s1600-h/bllie.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1T9YXV_lBgy0yMIuplIdxykdm-dFrtRn5_L1amm0yS9YUMaQJ6btoX_XdHjmZzOqy24iE9L5Ggddt9krsCZJq89YscXS71SkjKSPROj5epYXNKdekaANQ6DjVwB1H_2kbmOCUCtY9svJY/s320/bllie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442566425155224658" /></a><br /><div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div></div><div> </div><div> </div>lizathegranthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03557453053580880796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7107014444062174555.post-53567407662059725522010-01-16T20:37:00.001-08:002011-04-12T18:16:01.752-07:00Musique<div><a href="http://www.soundcloud/lizathegrant">www.soundcloud.com/lizathegrant</a></div>lizathegranthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03557453053580880796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7107014444062174555.post-46571283159610166362010-01-12T22:35:00.000-08:002010-10-28T16:56:20.263-07:00What She Really Wants<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwyZ1LtDPsVp9Bk9X2G9tnlwguYgWFkYMvVPBWAhQmFAUiEF6WwJZMHxpa3r3jz4It0nwhUDFsid54qFipdIkEMG2__oQuspO7XHyOku_-tKv9MrCl87ElAzUTq1CCuP2AAFvtF2LE-3vi/s1600-h/pinuplove.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 323px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwyZ1LtDPsVp9Bk9X2G9tnlwguYgWFkYMvVPBWAhQmFAUiEF6WwJZMHxpa3r3jz4It0nwhUDFsid54qFipdIkEMG2__oQuspO7XHyOku_-tKv9MrCl87ElAzUTq1CCuP2AAFvtF2LE-3vi/s400/pinuplove.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426113610336424882" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Give me lust.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Insanity.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Barbarism.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Hedonism.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Loss of self control.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Flesh and bone.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Dirty words.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Overstepping boundaries.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Challenging reality.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Suspense.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Intoxication.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Wild ideas.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Danger.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Delirium.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">No restraints.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Discovery.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Raw power.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Conquest.</div>lizathegranthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03557453053580880796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7107014444062174555.post-29333382335428200222009-12-29T22:22:00.000-08:002011-04-12T18:22:59.558-07:00Cheap Date.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgix3AKpQX40HmYVUxZ4oYSoqM1EUz35i6XhzecpE00VI3tyUPwy1zDFsFk6lPwsJTnQ7iGACJEJQMSzHCiCVOQ50unld-5TlJmUZHsuM-h7onxGJglxRDbZXjoITLQHX2uoWT3umdKz97C/s1600-h/wolfman.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgix3AKpQX40HmYVUxZ4oYSoqM1EUz35i6XhzecpE00VI3tyUPwy1zDFsFk6lPwsJTnQ7iGACJEJQMSzHCiCVOQ50unld-5TlJmUZHsuM-h7onxGJglxRDbZXjoITLQHX2uoWT3umdKz97C/s400/wolfman.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420940150686218418" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Are you the wolf,</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Luring me into a secluded room?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Of smoke and mirrors strategically placed?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">In a crafty effort to end the game</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Of cat and mouse we so brazenly played?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">Well honey,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">I am many things. But I'm certainly not inane. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">I will hear nothing of your fickle plans,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">No wedding bells or daft romance.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">"Something for nothing," you demand.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Yet you expect me to so willingly succumb,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">A whore for words, reluctantly consumed</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Like fumes from the last cigarette of the pack.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Languidly savored till the final drag</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Then exhaled into the world again?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Your argument is mad.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">And yet you're thoroughly convinced!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Intoxicated by a drug, yet too cheap to pay for it.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Spare me your dreams, I have my own.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">I would much rather be left alone</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Than be jaded by a prick.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div>lizathegranthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03557453053580880796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7107014444062174555.post-60057622725382624652009-12-27T16:47:00.000-08:002011-04-12T18:40:07.453-07:00Miss Anthrope<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRzYHa-lm1fCT_Itf1X-TFfMP1RFIoLmDVK7PiSE7jKQq9ijF8U1QITQPevQ1qzkl3zoKSN-PNidpo__kK05hvgecYYuMWX-JItnN3QVaLk_JC64ta1yaUYhCmgvcLtN9fiJybsAatjkha/s1600-h/Bride+of+Frankenstein.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 333px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRzYHa-lm1fCT_Itf1X-TFfMP1RFIoLmDVK7PiSE7jKQq9ijF8U1QITQPevQ1qzkl3zoKSN-PNidpo__kK05hvgecYYuMWX-JItnN3QVaLk_JC64ta1yaUYhCmgvcLtN9fiJybsAatjkha/s400/Bride+of+Frankenstein.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420940722788679602" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">It's no secret, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">I've been </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">Utterly d</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">eceived.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Not by a man, b</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">ut by the </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">Heathen i</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">nside me.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">Now anger s</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">lowly </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">Seeps, o</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">ut through t</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">he </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">Debris.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">And yet I still </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">Cry out,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">"Will no one s</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">et </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">me free?"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">Will I </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">wake up? </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">Or is this</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">My destiny?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Forever b</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">uilding </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">castles, that are</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">T</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">umbled </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">by the sea?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">I'll start again</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">a thousand t</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">imes, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">Until I am</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Redeemed.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">Before I l</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">ove </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">Another, t</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">he way </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">You r</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">avaged me.</span></div>lizathegranthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03557453053580880796noreply@blogger.com0