All in your head

To think you are not
One who could feel such
Guess you are deluding
Yourself in as much.
It hurts, does it not?
Though you know not why
Oh hell, you know why
But to whom would that matter.
Well why do you care?
As you are the one who dared
To suggest you do not mind
When things happen in kind.
Swirling through your mind
Yes, the insensitivity
Astounds you, does it?
Oh well, reality my dear
Time it seems to check
It is all a game
A frolic of loves and likes.
Little one, you are ensnared
Nothing would matter more
Than the count of likes
On the flickering page.
Know it now for what it is
No excuse for illusions
Hoping for a comfort
But knowing none you’ll believe.
Talk tough, little one
You who are in tears
Guess it screams, the pain
More than you’d admit.
So once again little one, here it is
Welcome to love’s reality
A step back and watch
The dramas unfolding
Too late now
You are lost, adrift
On this ocean of mindlessness
Your end still unknown.




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Romantic or cynic?

Teenage me, buying a cassette tape (yes, I am that ancient 🙂 ) titled ‘Songs for the broken-hearted’. Seriously? I have always connected with the hurt in those songs, and in random moments, I had asked myself what had happened to me in my past life (not sure if I believe in past lives though, but if I did…). Nevertheless, listening to a song recently caused me to reflect on this – why songs for the broken-hearted? Why me?

First, here are the lyrics to the song… (OK, it is a James Blunt song.. I can see some of you rolling your eyes 🙂 I do enjoy his music – the clarity of his music, unadulterated…)

Did I disappoint you or let you down?
Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?
‘Cause I saw the end before we’d begun,
Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won.
So I took what’s mine by eternal right.
Took your soul out into the night.
It may be over but it won’t stop there,
I am here for you if you’d only care.
You touched my heart you touched my soul.
You changed my life and all my goals.
And love is blind and that I knew when,
My heart was blinded by you.
I’ve kissed your lips and held your hand.
Shared your dreams and shared your bed.
I know you well, I know your smell.
I’ve been addicted to you.

Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.

I am a dreamer and when I wake,
You can’t break my spirit – it’s my dreams you take.
And as you move on, remember me,
Remember us and all we used to be
I’ve seen you cry, I’ve seen you smile.
I’ve watched you sleeping for a while.
I’d be the father of your child.
I’d spend a lifetime with you.
I know your fears and you know mine.
We’ve had our doubts but now we’re fine,
And I love you, I swear that’s true.
I cannot live without you.

And I still hold your hand in mine.
In mine when I’m asleep.
And I will bare my soul in time,
When I’m kneeling at your feet.

Now the song


OK, if you have listened to it…pretty sad at first blush.

YET there is something wonderful, is there not? To be at the receiving end of that… to know that you have the love of a man willing perhaps to go against his integrity to be with you, willing to live in the beautiful moments despite already seeing the end, to have his devotion and love…

BUT it is goodbye, is it not? Perhaps I am a cynic…?

The tension between the romantic and the cynic.  Are you romantic or cynic?  Not that you have to choose… perhaps it depends on the timing of the question 🙂

Well, that’s my rambling for today…

– FlorenceT


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Memories – a poem


All the mem’ries
Where have they gone?
Though you may search
They are no longer.

So I now speak
A friend who cares
How long will you
Continue on.

Losing yourself
Hating yourself
Finding yourself
Vicious cycle.

While the world turns
But you don’t see
What you have lost
What you will lose.

Perhaps it is then
Shadows reveal
Reality confront
Calling on you.

For none can wake
Your slumbering
Until the hard jolt
Life and love lost.

She is long gone
Away from this
Never bitter
Forever scarred.

Yet I wish you
My friend who loves
Wellness and care
  Peace in all things.


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In the silence


In the silence
I feel your presence
Your arms encircling
Your breath on my hair
Your kisses rain on me.

In the silence
I know of your love
Your passionate embrace
Your exclaim of devotion
Your sigh of contentment.

In the silence
I see eternity
Your words inspiring
Your voice encouraging
Your journey beside me.

Our life together.

– FlorenceT

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Setting the record straight

Given that Ronovan’s post, “10 Things Men Think Women Think They MUST Know About Men” arose from a challenge of mine, I thought it best to briefly set the record straight.

So for a bit of fun (and perhaps some ‘truths’?), and substantially speaking for self (so grrlfriends, please pardon the appearance of my speaking for all of you).  Actually, tell me what you think!


These are apparently what men think how women think about them:

#1 Men ignore women EVERY time women talk unless the word SEX is mentioned.

Well, men just have selective hearing, and yes, it’s a darn good excuse…for everything. Yeah, we know this too.

#2 Men like women wearing tight fitting clothing or see through clothing.

Only applies to men lacking sophistication and imagination. I for one know men also like the “now you see and now you don’t”, seductive and mysterious…

#3 Men are Cuddling Machines.

Don’t think that at all…but we can dream and hope… 🙂

#4 Men want to be examples of perfect health.

Qualification: when there’s a girl or girls to impress.

#5 Men want their foods perfectly organized on their plates . . . not touching.

Ok, admit this one… hey, does that mean women no longer need to prettily ‘present’ food for consumption …hoorah!

#6 Men don’t care about what softness of toilet tissue they end up with.

Oh, we know you care… but not enough to buy it…or replace it…?

#7 Men enjoy practical gifts for every gift occasion.

Well, we are thinking of toys but to support the flawed notion of masculinity, we refer to them as practical tools…

#8 Men always want monkey SEX

Aawww, really? I must have been asleep.

#9 Men ALL know how to fix cars.

We know that to be a fallacy.

#10 Men are all the jealous types.

We know that’s not the case; unless of course it is in relation to another subject which threatens them perhaps…?

Bonus: Men don’t know how to use the washing machine.

We know they do… but…mmmm, somehow the washing’s not done. Darn excuse, again?

Phew, needed to get that out 🙂