May 26, 2014

My Sun – In Memory of Mikey

Posted in Poetry at 10:07 am by thesleepingtypewriter

You are my prince charming
My knight in shining armor
My best friend and my angel
You’ve been there through the bad

My noble sphinx and pharaoh
You gave up your great throne
To live these years right by my side
Apple Eyes, you soothes my sighs and gave me love

I promised I would protect you
I promised, and I lied
I swear I though that it was best
I wish that I could say I tried

I hope that you’ll forgive me
Please understand, I didn’t know
I’d hoped forever meant together
I hate to see that I was wrong

But in my heart, you’ll be beside me
You’ll be curled around my soul, I swear
Monkey tail, you blessed my whole world
Don’t ever, ever, close your eyes.

August 11, 2013


Posted in Poetry at 6:05 pm by thesleepingtypewriter

Pins and needles in my legs
Telling me to move
Little runners in my limbs
Continue to reprove

They push and urge my body
To do all but stay still
And all the things I try to do
Are hard for me to will

These wells, these empty pocks
Which keep myself from full
Prevent me even writing neat
Keep me from being cool

I’m like a puppet on the strings
Of Parkinson’s disease
Even my mind is shaky and
My thoughts they will not cease

So how am I to find some peace
How am I to think
When thoughts elude like squirrels
And calm stays on the brink.

***Hey all, ya it’s been a while. This is not completely how I wanted it to be, but I can’t sit still long enough to fix it. Hope you like it! ts.t.***

June 19, 2013

Opposites Repel

Posted in Poetry tagged , at 2:54 pm by thesleepingtypewriter

***So it’s been a LONG time since I have posted. It’s also been a while since I’ve written. But – here’s a poem to mark my birthday I guess lol. Enjoy!***


The older I get

The younger I feel

The sweeter the taste

And the hotter the chill


They tell you the truth

But you see through the lies

You open your world

But it closes your eyes


I make myself promise

To do what I don’t

But another year passes

And says what I won’t


Your hopes and your wishes

Seem never to speak

While the words on my tongue

Give me nothing but cheek


Just another conundrum

A problem of rhyme

But nothing that I can’t

Get over in time

March 24, 2012

I certainly feel broken…

Posted in Poetry tagged at 10:57 pm by thesleepingtypewriter

“I like to imagine that the world is one big machine. You know, machines never have any extra parts. They have the exact number and types of parts they need. So I figure if the entire world is a big machine, I have to be here for some reason, too…Maybe that’s why a broken machine always makes me a little sad, because it isn’t able to do what it was meant to do. Maybe it’s the same with people, if you lose your purpose it’s like you’re broken.”
Quote from the movie Hugo

My life used to be solely about writing. Writing poems, writing my book, writing stories, writing a blog. But as I grew older (not much, but some), writing faded from my life. Writing used to be my purpose. I no longer know if it still is – and without it to guide me through life – I’m lost. I’ve said it to my husband, and I’ve said it to myself a thousand times – I feel broken. I feel as though something is missing. My only problem is – I don’t know what. I don’t know if it’s writing that can still complete me, or if it’s something else entirely that I haven’t realized or discovered yet.

Until then, I’m stuck in this limbo of unsatisfaction (if that’s even a word, which the dictionary tells me isn’t). At times, I feel like this brokenness inside of me is the reason I’m depressed, why I’m still depressed after finding the love of my life. Though, him being deployed isn’t exactly a factor to help my mood along at all. Nevertheless, a whole year to “find myself” has proven futile, and I’m still stuck here wondering what it is that will make me feel like I found my purpose – what is that piece of the puzzle that will complete my life? Where am I supposed to go? Because I no longer know. My rudder dropped off and disappeared into the stormy sea, and I’m still waiting for a replacement.

March 10, 2012

In My Own Words

Posted in Poetry tagged , , at 7:37 pm by thesleepingtypewriter

I feel like a bipolar puppet
Bouncing around and around
Not even my mind knows how to interpret
Each emotion and every sound

I question my every move
I regret almost all that I do
But I’m helpless to change or reprove:
This isn’t that different or new

I’m upset, and I know that’s a fact
I could cry, I could scream, but I don’t
But holding it in requires more tact
Than I care to display, or just won’t

I want so badly to talk it out
To have someone to listen to me
But if I can’t explain how I feel, there’s no doubt
They wouldn’t be able to see

There’s a part of me lost out in space
Cast adrift in the turmoil of life
That I yearn and I yearn to get back and retrace,
That I yearn to forget in this life

All my days are spent wondering what it was
All my nights spent wondering why
I feel empty without a purpose or cause
And why I feel broken inside

But I feel an affinity towards this thing
This part of me that I have lost
And I hope that one day it will come back and sing
In my soul, of the reason it’s worth what it cost.

November 14, 2011

The Mid-Deployment Slump

Posted in Poetry tagged , , , , at 8:31 pm by thesleepingtypewriter

Days wend on and always
They never cease to end
A month or five has passed so far
But nothing seems to mend

Some of my weight shed quickly
As the waiting time began
But now it stagnates, holding on
An impasse yet again

Ways once changed have come
To haunt my mind, to break
Making healthy harder and
The scale more give-and-take

Another seven months
And no more time to change
Another seven months and then
There will be an estrange

Between my mind and its concern
Over my weight and chubby core
And all the focus will be on
My husband safely home from war.

September 20, 2011

Homemade Strawberry Pie Recipe [and pic :) ]

Posted in Poetry at 4:25 pm by thesleepingtypewriter

1 1/4 cups flour
2 tablespoons sugar
1/4 tsp of salt
3 tablespoons cold butter
3 tablespoons canola oil
4 to 5 tablespoons buttermilk

1. Preheat oven to 450degrees F. In a bowl, combine flour, sugar, salt; cut in butter til crumbly. Add oil, buttermilk, toss until it forms a ball.
2. On wax paper (opt.) roll out dough to fit a 9-inch pie plate/pan. Trim to 1/2 inch over edge – Flute edges.
3.Double foil line pie pan over the crust. Bake at 450F for 8 min. Remove foil – bake 5-7 min until light brown. Set aside to cool.

1/2 cup sugar
2 tablespoons cornstarch
1 cup cold water
1 pkg 0.3 oz strawberry gelatin (Jello works great!) – or add as much flavor as you like, it doesn’t matter.
4 cups sliced strawberries

1. In a small pan, combine sugar and cornstarch. Stir in water, bring to a boil. Stir frequently, cook for 2 min until thick – remove from heat, stir in gelatin/Jello mix. Let stand for 15 min to cool and thicken.
2. Slice strawberries in a bowl, add mixture, toss. Pour into crust. Refrigerate for about 4 hours until set.
3. ENJOY! :)

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