Life or something like it....

Allergies

Atchoo!

Its allergy season again
and here I am stuck with
the head ache, body ache
sniffles.....
Atchoo!

Its allergy season again
and I'm not claritin clear
I need vitamin C
or some lyrical orange juice
Atchoo!

Damn,
I'm too close to
these polished poets
these non-dusty poets
this rusty poet
has gotten the flu
Atchoo!

Consonant and vowels avoid me
just in case I
get a rash and scratch
or break out in hives
as i dive into another
Atchoo!

Someone hand me a tissue
before i blow
poet-less snot
on you
for you
I'm sorry
I just
need a minute
to clear my head some

*pause*

hold up someone please
call 911
I need help
I need meds
something
anything
to clear my
pen
but give me a second
I need to
ATCHOO!!




~That Mackey Girl~

Heavy Panting


Puffs of breath
escape parted lips
and bared teeth takes
bites and nips
leaving shivers in its wake.


Mind blowing thoughts
rush past as a
thrusting tongue complies
to relax stiff bodies.


Mouth hung as goosebumps form
from a steady euphoric climb
bubbling
yearning
sparks into a burning
release when I come
to
.............
.........
......
...
.

speak words.



~That Mackey Girl~

Another piece I did at open mic last week...yes I'm posting late because I was too lazy! lol but here goes.





I LOVE YOU



Can't nobody love you like I can

from the tip of your head

to the bottom of your toes

baby I know

and you know that



I love you



With skin that melts in your mouth

and not in your hand

it doesn't need a tan

but if you do,

the blacker the berry the sweeter the juice

so I ain mad, I'm just a fool who's

crazy in love with your

midnight eyes that

compliment your immortal tongue

that lick shards of my shattered soul

upon the ears of everyone

that listens saying



I love you



So I pay homage to you

and your mind blowing curves

that slip and glide

into fluffy thighs that

make me...

drool when I'm so captivated

by your crooked grin

and every other beautiful imperfection

that should be a sin

every time I say



I love you



Your personality never ceases to make me laugh

in the bathroom, on the bus stop

or on my way to class

I'm ever conscious of you

and what others think

but i just don't care

what, when or who's there...

I will say

Mental Slavery


Held down by invisible hands
On warm sparkling shores
Until we ignore the thoughts
that like sweat, trickle
down our backs
And sink into
Cracks that
Sting
Like
HELL!
Seducing caresses
Wonder over
Our mind made body
against our will
And take us over and over
Until they’ve had their fill
No not again we haven’t taken our pill
We cry in whisper instead of a shrill
Beaten and bloodied
Please?!
We are the brain
Not openly for sale
But already bought
and
Bonded together by
Steel instead of
Original thought
So
Who ?
What?
Where when and why?
Are just mind bound questions?
Questions we never see answered
Because we are to scared
to ask
so we let them
Stifle our creativity
Limit our mental mobility
Yet we raise our gun fingers
To the songs of the all
Mighty and righteous
Bob Marley
Before we emancipate
Our selves from this
Seemingly unbreakable
Mental slavery.

~That Mackey Girl~

I really don't know whats crawled up in me lately guys.....another poem comin at ya! But its so not like me...ugh...or is it?? ;-)


You Got Me



Averted are my eyes
desperately trying to get lost
in the shadows of my mind
not willing to be caught
captive
enmeshed
entangled
in midnight colored irises
that render me helpless



looking up
looking down
finally brain shutting down
into total darkness
until
the deep melodic song
of your voice
rises and falls
then dissolves
the walls I built
to nothing but rubble
I'm in trouble
as you make a request
I got it
on the double
as I am
back in the bubble
called you.



air is scarce
Wrapped tight
but still breathing you in
can't fight
nothings ever wrong.
With you, I'm alright.
Needing some
hooked on phonics
doubting my intelligence
because no matter what
I can't seem to read you.



Walking into the room
oblivious
you are
no need to say hello
one look and
before I know it
hook...
line....
and sinker.....
you got me....







and you didn't even know it.


~That Mackey Girl~

Good morning my neighbour!!! lol Sorry I've been listening to 94.9 every morning this week...

so anyhoo last week marked the second week of school and my first week of my internship.....at....um.....a television station. I must say.....that that week felt like the week that would never ever end.

So here how this week went.

Monday-

This day was so interesting. I hadda take it in stages.

1) So I been tryin to get straight with these internship people and the lady I been trying to contact since the week before finally answers her blasted phone and rows me about how she's sick and she ain't get no message....*INHALE*..... so I had to get to school and pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake bakers man e-mail the woman as fast as can......

2) Now I'm at school using the Communications lab to e-mail her...as well as my freshly bought $5 phone card to call and make sure she got it in her work inbox.....no she didn't { Ok sooooooo I know and she know where and who she work for...and they operate like snails, why on God's green earth she thought it would actually work on time and well???? :S) so we ended up doing the whole shabang through hotmail. Finally I'm straight.......*EXHALE* I ended up missing my Sociology class...nevermind the fact that I fall asleep every class, I hate missing class.

3) So after alla dat, I have a 40 minute presentation due Thursday that I can't possibly research and do by myself....soooo my partner who's I strongly suspect is related to Casper had been missing the entire weekend....knowing good and welll about the 40 MINUTE presentation.

Prayed that this was the only day like this...and that my week was going to get better..................................pray again.


Tuesday:

Found my presentaion partner...told them what to do and to send me the information so that I can put them into powerpoint. So later we're planning the radio show *which I along with my presentation have to write the drama for* and I get a phone call from my mother telling me that my uncle fell 20 ft and what they know so far { SO FAR} is that he's fractured his leg in 4 places....{ NOW Mathematically I'm trying to look at my leg and break it in 4 places..... hmmm ouch much???} So my mood plummetted from then. Only then when I came home did depression sink in......I didn't....have....any.......dare I say it.......*sniffle sniffle tear*.........INTERNET!! But I had advertising homework to do and I had to get online...so there I was scrunched up in the corner of a room in my house....I mean all on the window sill stealing 5 mbps (Sometimes 2 or even 1 if I took a deep breath and moved my laptop) of internet from my neighbour..... started to get some work done but (8) puttin up a resistance (8) was futile.

End day two.......feel like a week already just reliving it.

Wednesday:

So Its the first day of my internship *unenthusiastic* yay. So my mother and older sister convinced my to wear some grandmother gunning pants.. claiming that I looked ''fine" and sometimes sayin "nothing wrong with them." When I walked into the newsroom I swear everyone fell down dead cuz why??? I SHOOT ALLA DEM. Anyway my grumpy old troll of a supervisor, who is an ancient reporter, is already working, so I pulled up a chair and for two hours straight I sat there and watched her do her work.... when I spoke....she was completely stoic..... I mean anyone knows me, knows my personality and I'm smiley and bubbly.....but being in the same room with this woman feels as if my spirit is a pile of dirt and she's some sort of sonic powered dirt devil. Luckily it was only 2 hours and I hightailed out of there...in 4 inch heels...to go home....couldn't feel my toes when I got there...... By that night I'm checking my e-mail.......still nothing from my partner....guuu-rate......I ended up stayin up the entire night and early morning to do the presentation my myself. I was speaking to my friend Nanny (some names have been changed) lolol and I said Nanny watch my partner come tomorrow "You got it?"

Thursday

ALRIGHTY! Todays the due day for presentation and drama....so there I am early that morning writing the drama when my partner walkes by "Hey, you got it??" O_O I swear I swear anybody "Cahll meh naw fuh ya free readin'" She puts on this whole "OMG u serious" I concerned about my work face....I'm all cool like i bout to tell my teacher u ain do jack so i ca get my own A n u wallow up poop creek without a paddle and yes I am that cold because I've got the bags under my eyes to tell me I need to. So she runs to the lab and gets three lines of information for me.....like okay.......I done produce a 25 slide presentation.......three lines....riiiiiighhhht. Luckily for us we didn't get a chance to go so we got some more time to go over it. Went home checked my mail, got an e-mail from her....with 4 lines of information.....so YAY a total of 7 lines of information I feel so relieved and she totally deserves to have her name on MY presentaion. The drama remains unfinished...until that night and I e-mailed it to the crew.

Friday

So its my second day of my internship and I spend the majority of my hours there. A whole 8 hours.....SOOOOOO I got the opportunity to meet a lot of the reporters I see on television and go out with one of them and gather a news story.....thats cool..... I didn't have to be in the company of my supervisor this day luckily. Because I don't think whats left of my spirit thats hidning in the fibers of lifes fabric can take it... Honestly that woman is so dry and grumpy and I think if she smiles...her face will crack and fall of. But anyway I feel the power of the dirt devil just thinking about it....*shudders* Soooo we get back to the newsroom around 3:00 and the reporter is writing the news script and she asks me to take it upstairs to room 3 to a man named Sands. I knock on the door no answer and a pretty male reporter came and was talking to me for a while......he held my hand in a hand shake for our whole conversation...which was inappropriate but ine mind...he'z pretty. haha So I knock again and still no answer so I push the door open and there's this lady talking like she's recording. Here is how things played out.

Me- "Oops..."

Woman turns and looks at me

Me- "Sands?"

I think she says yes but someone pushes the door open behind me and I see this Sands man. I did not know what to do because the lady was talking, Sands was talking and the person behind me was talking. So I just wanted to get out of there and let them get back to work....I handed Sands the paper and turned to leave when the woman says

Woman "I was talking to you..."

Me- (raised eyebrows) Oh...sorry.

Woman- I mean you come in here and asked for Sands and I said yes and how do you expect me to answer another question when you just staring at me.....

{In my head I was like...hmmp okay...but I wasn't looking for you though, you're an extra, and in this case an unfortunate one, in this movie.} But not wanting to ruffly feathers on my first real week/ day or whatever I say:

Me- Oh, I apologize. Good Day.

Went downstairs to the bathroom and when I got back the pretty male reporter was like

Pretty Rep- "The Lady in the room upstairs told me that you were rude and didn't introduce yourself. "

Ok....at this point I'm like this woman ain serious. My mouth fell in shock.

Pretty Rep- "I think you should go upstairs and clear it up because I think you're nice."

Ok whatever the pretty man says I'm gonna do (work stuff only!!)

So i got upstairs and knock, no answer...knock again no blasted answer......i open the door again and walk in.....COLE.....I got two words out before

Woman- "Oh no I don't have no time for this, I am trying to record this thing so I can go and eat my lunch. I don't mean to offend......

*RECORD SCREECH* Nah Nah Nah you serious....after you dun tell this pretty man that I rude and cut me off, showing your mediocre communication skills....you're gonna say you don't mean to offend me...riiiight......RESUME from playback....ACTION!

Woman: "...offend you. It all comes down to having manners...I'll see you later."

So I turn and walk away seeing the only the color red.....I walked back to the news room and the pretty reporter asks how it went...I told him and went to talk to my best friend so that he can calm me down because at that point I was ready to tell that woman things her mother never told her. So thank God for my best friend, Love him to death made me laugh n cry a little before i calmed down. Went back inside and the pretty reporter said that he called the woman and told her she shouldn't have carried on like that.... So underneath all that i felt special eh??? Chile please big smile pon dee eye dem face n ting haha.

So by this time its only been like a half hour since I first went into the room...... Not too long after I'm sitting there next to two reporters and they're talking about how they heard that I was rude and had to manners.......So one of them who I had met before this woman drama asked me what happened. After my story she told me not to worry about her the woman acts like that....

Sooooo I couldn't wait to get the hell out that place before I have to switch professions. Luckily the other people in the news room helped pass the time until 5:00 when I left......GOOD RIDDANCE U MEAN TV STATION WITH EVIL CO-WORKERS AND CRUSTY SUPERVISORS...I BID YOU ADU UNTIL NEXT WEEK....

As I drove off and the sun set across the horizon.....a feeling of relief swept over me....the week was finally over......I could sleep and try n get these bags to go away.... I learned that I thank God for life even if its hella hard some days and people can try your patience.

Mood: BLEH

Song- The Show- Lenka

Anyhoo until next time...

Shandia

P.S.: dis mussie the longest flickin blog post in the history of forever!!!

Something I learned I can do this week.

Cry

Despite the

Dry Ball of anger
snuggled perfectly
in the hollow of my throat


Humming birdlike
heart palpitations
that tickle
lung, breast and nipple


Fury fueled nerve endings
muscles, joints and bones
and heightened senses


Temperature escalates
as fire seeks refuge
in cool-blooded
veins and capillaries

Eyes blush
pupils dialate
the cups nearly full
but as the ball pains
the heart beats and fire blood
creates misty eyes
never will they ever
see
me
cry.

~That Mackey Girl~

Edited by: Shandia>

This comes from a vulnerable turned empowering place in myself....not sure if I can perform this.....*shrugs* never know.

(photo by Shandia/ Donnielle)


Just need to get some of the creative juices flowing. IT DOESN'T HAVE A MEANING IT JUST IS....Its what was inside....needed to try n feel the flow.....*shrugs* I was just admiring the Bahamas sunset.

JUST SOME FEELINGS......Its the first thing I've written with some feeling for a while....sooo here goes.

Cooperation