I seem to be on a writing binge lately...

The Clock




The clock ticks, ticks, ticks.
She lies awake in the darkness,
staring alternatively at the ceiling and the inside of her own eyelids.
A million random thoughts fly through her brain,
And she wonders,
Should she just get up and write?
Just put something on paper, tap something out on her keyboard,
Anything,
To relieve her brain from its constant turning.
She lies still,
And the clock ticks, ticks, ticks.
She lies awake still,
Taking deep, rhythmic breaths to fool her body into sleep.
And the clock ticks, ticks, ticks.
She rolls over, groans, and pulls her pillow over her head.
Muffled but audible,
The clock ticks, ticks, ticks.
The cat stands, stretches, looks at her,
And goes back to sleep.
It almost feels as though the beast is mocking her insomnia.
And the clock ticks, ticks, ticks.
She sighs, and gives in,
Reaches for the light,
Reaches for her computer.
Within minutes, her eyes grow heavy,
She wishes she had capitulated to writing's siren call hours ago.
As her brain finally surrenders to the need to sleep, she smiles...
And the clock ticks, ticks, ticks.

Dark Cognition

Lying in bed,
The dark surrounding me,
I am illuminated only by the dull light coming from my laptop.
The only noise I hear,
Is that of the traffic outside, as cars pass every few seconds,
and the rhythmic tap-tap-tap of my keyboard as I type,
Just type whatever comes to mind.
I close my eyes for a moment, and stretch my fingers,
Almost willing my thoughts to pour out the ends...
And at the same time, I wish my musings to stay hidden, private,
Even from myself.
Brief thoughts flit across my mind,
and I try to banish them.
They are unwanted, unwelcome, unnecessary,
Serving only to complicate thing which are best kept simple.
Accompanying each of those unwelcome thoughts
is a brief flash of memory, an image before my eyes,
A picture that is just as unwelcome as the thought it tags itself onto.
I close my eyes, and try to will my thoughts away,
Try to focus elsewhere,
Try to clear my mind of... of unbidden thoughts,
Dangerous territory,
Uncharted waters.
My eyes grow heavy,
And I feel my breathing become deeper, heavier, slower.
My arms relax, my fingers become still,
And the tap-tap-tap of the keyboard becomes slower, clearer, heavier.
It is time to stop,
Time to sleep,
Time to dream.

A Love Poem... of sorts

I haven't blogged in months.. my bad.

Here's my latest...




My love...
I look at you, and I crave you...
I crave the feeling of you against my lips, my tongue...
So smooth you are to the touch...
So delectable...

I desire you... I want to.. consume you...
And you sit there, in front of me...
Looking so good, so perfect..

Ahhh... sweet chocolate... why must you taunt me so?

Introducing Bill

I would like to introduce Bill to you all. Bill is an old friend of mine... but before you hear Bill's story, I need to warn you that this story has nothing at all to do with Diabetes. In fact, there is very little sweetness about this story at all.





From a young age, all that Bill wanted to do was fly Santa's sleigh. Every night, he prayed to the angel on top of the Christmas tree (Christmas trees stay up all year round at Santa's village) that one day, he would get his chance. It was hard for a young reindeer in Santa's village. Bill's parents were unmarried, and had left him in the care of his aunt, living in the constant shadow of his famous cousin Dasher. It seemed that every year when Christmas came around, Santa stuck with his orginal crew of 8 + 1... Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, Blitzen... and Rudolph. And every year, Dasher would prance home, and strut up and down in front of poor Bill, proudly showing off that he was once again on Santa's team.

However, Bill knew a secret... A secret that could get him on Santa's team in no time.

It was early December, and time for the annual Reindeer Christmas party. 2008 was promised to be a huge party, because Santa had decided to make good, and splurge on an open bar. The party was open to ALL of the reindeer, whether they were on Santa's main team, backup crew, or just part of the outside club of family and friends. By midnight, many of the reindeer had ingested enough eggnog to knock out a hippo... but Bill was a tee-totaller, and simply stood watch as his collegues and friends became more and more intoxicated... and what, to his wonderous eyes should appear?? But his cousin Dasher, arm in arm with Rudolph!!

Bill hid, and watched, and listened... and became privvy to the story of the year... Rudolph and Dasher were involved in a very heated affair... breaking Santa's biggest rule. (Rule #1: No 2 reindeer on Santa's team may fraternise. Offending Reindeer may face dismissal)

Bill debated with himself for days and nights.... he couldn barely sleep, he couldn't eat, he couldn't look Dasher in the eye... But, as everyone knows, when Reindeer are stressed, they eventually sleep... and when they are uber exhausted, like poor young Bill, they talk in their sleep... and it just so happened that Santa dropped by that night to check in on the young deer, and heard the whole sordid tale.


Well, as we all know, Rudolph is FAR too famous for Santa to dispose of... so he kept his job, Dasher lost his, and Bill took ol' Dasher's place.

Please ammend your carol books to include Bill.


The End.

Walk Day...

was today.

And WHAT a day it was!!!


First, poor Chris, my wonderful boyfriend, was SICK, and had to go home before we even got to the walk.

Then, my best friends had transport issues, trains not running etc, and then got lost in the city.

Two of my gorgeous friends from HS were heading in, and their car was hit by a runaway road barrier.

My BGs SUCKED for the first part of the day.


HOWEVER...

The girls all arrived, eventually, safe and sound.

The weather was incredible, as was the turnout.

My BGs settled

And, i got some awesome photos... check out our shirts!

WALKING!!!

For a cure, of course!!

The Melbourne JDRF walk to cure is on THIS Sunday, at Albert Park Lake in Melbourne... if you haven't already, PLEASE click and donate below!!!

http://walk.jdrf.org.au/teamParticipant.asp?participantID=9109

DIabetes Fundraising Video

I'm trying to put together a fundraising video for JRDF...

In it, I want as many photos of kids and adults with t1 as possible... if you could forward me any photos that you would be happy to include, I would be VERY appreciative!!

Thanks!!

send your pics to: type1cure@gmail.com

xx