congenial reveal matcha

I tried my best to put on a congenial facade, but the patron’s persistance that we had matcha was wearing me down. How many times could I repeat ‘No, we don’t.’
How many times could I list the teas we had in stock. I reminded her again that we weren’t a Starbucks or a cozy corner coffee shop. Still she persisted and insisted that she got one last week. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I was on the verge of revealing my darker side. I wanted to walk away, instead I said ‘whatever you say’ and dropped the plain green tea bag in the hot water. Handed it to her, told her to have a nice day and mouthed under my mask please go away.

Wod 12/19

manticore, sporadic, nomenclature

Last night I dreamt of the manticore again. 
it sat above me on top of 
the mountain pass, waiting for me 
to reach the gate. I trodded and 
trudged up the hill dreading the moment 
when I would reach the apex. 
I did not want to be judged, but 
still I climbed and crawled over 
the boulders blocking the path. 
Will the obstacles I overcame and 
surpassed make him sympathize 
and feel my plight? I doubt it. 
I could hear his stomach growl, 
it was like thunder. 
I could sense his hunger. 
It just waited and watched. 
Why didn't it pounce 
and put me out of my misery 
just end this journey? 
Was it too invested by it's 
delight in my struggle? 
Damn you demon!  
You may best me  
and get in my way but 
I will win & get over this trouble 
triumphant as I beat you back into the rubble. 
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passel busk culminate

There's a poetic lyric I wrote a long time ago.
I use passel in the opening verse.
"Do fairy tales really come true,
tell me Cinderella whatever
happened to you. You got your
house on the hill, your passel
of kids.."

It goes something like that and
it's the featured song/poem
of the next video I'm working on
(but still have yet to start editing).
However, I'm feeling particularly motivated
this week. So hopefully I can take
this energy and inject it into my creativity
to increase my productivity that culminates
with me posting a new video
busking a capella by the end of the week.
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inane, menace, columbarium

That cackle sent a chill down my spine. 
How could the others stand it.
Every time he laughed I shuddered
as if fingers had just run down a
chalkboard. He was so mundane
and had a most inane obsession
with my personal life, with everyone's. 
Gossip girl as a nickname did
not do justice. He was filled with
malice, his curiosity was a menace 
to the community.
The desire to break bonds and
create chaos with some farfetched story 
is where he sought his glory. 
I watched him cause worry with the calmest of the sages.
They went grey after being drawn into his games.
Ignoring him was the best I could do,
but he still tried to force interactions.
I tried to turn a blind eye and pretend he didn't happen.
I mean, he's not my problem anymore
that's why I ignored the door
to the columbarium when it opened
and he walked out covered in ash.
hmmm...
                May wreaking havoc with the dead be his last act.

words of the day 11/1

the wasted daze

she was most upset that she let him get inside her head.
had allowed him to take residence in her thoughts and interrupt her daily tasks so much so that all concentration was lost.
ha! she laughed out loud to herself. ffs, of course he'd be the one to cause such distress. how could she remove herself from this mess.
maybe call another, a former lover, who'd accept her invite with a hearty yes. she wouldn't though, they were memories better left in the past already tainted with reasons of why it didn't last.
anyway, she took a long drag of her cigarette and brushed away most of the stray thoughts from her head. tried to focus and tackle the tasks at hand. alas, all she wanted was to lay next to him. 

originally shared 9/1/14

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