sappy, sick poetry from me….

I love right now

I love right now – these first moments
When I can’t seem to stop smiling
Every moment a new thought of you slips in
And I smile and laugh softly
I’m blushing and twisting my hair
Everyone here thinks I’m crazy
They don’t know the thoughts that prompt my smile
As I happily stare off into nowhere
Thinking about you again
In time the newness will fade
So right now I’ll smile
And giggle and blush
And twist my hair and hide my eyes
And love right now
I’ll cherish these first moments while they last

my poetry sucks….

(this is from a couple years ago…)
Turn it up
Turn up the radio
I don’t want to hear
Or think
Just let me get lost in lyrics
Loud, hard music
The louder the better
To drown out the truth
The truth that I’ve failed
I’m well aware you know
I don’t need reiteration
From you
Or my shrink
So turn it up
Crank it up
Until it’s deafening
So I can’t hear you
Or them
I want to hide inside the sound

Copyright ©2005 – Cassandra Franck

monday again

it’s monday again and once again i am ready to sleep for the next forty years
only another half hour and i can run screaming from the buliding

morning malfunction

This week started out with me being late for work on Monday because I overslept.
Tuesday I had to blow my manager for $4000 for parts that had gone missing.
This morning I’m TIRED and the bitch center of my brain is working overtime.
My chest is expanding at the same rate as the universe and I’m stuffed into this bra like some kind of sausage. (I’m not the only one with this issue…)
I have ABSOLUTELY ZERO desire to work and yet I have installed myself into this cubicle for the next 8 hours with no hope of escape.

This is just the kind of day that seeing the ridiculous plot of one of those crappy doomsday movies come to fruition wouldn’t be out of the question as an alternative.


“Oh my gawd, Bones! Look it’s a comet the size of Omicron6 headed straight for us!!”
“Jim… I’m a doctor not an astronomist!”
“The only way to save the planet is to have an orgy with the local women….”
“That doesn’t seem logical, Jim.”
“Spock, you do what works for you and I’ll do what works for me…”


Well… maybe not an orgy… at least not with my co-workers… but you get the point.
But I think if I did have only hours left to live that sex with someone would make the top ten list.
Perhaps at that point a person wouldn’t be particularly picky?
WOW… this has gone a whole new direction and that direction is downhill…
Kinda like my week (see how I got back on track there!).
Anyway… please stop by and kick me while I’m down – I crave excitement…

Thirty

I’m turning thirty
Only days from now
I thought I’d be something more
or different somehow
I guess the day will come and go
And no one will really know
I’m not in a panic
just contemplative
I’ll wait to see if forty
is more traumatic