Glass Angel

You are like a child who asks to play with the precious porcelain doll placed high on a shelf. You had eyed her for quite sometime and were fascinated by her delicate nature. You are told handle with care, she's not a toy. You take her start off gently cradling her in your loving arms. As time goes by you get more comfortable you toss her, play rough, scraping her arms and chaffing her skin.Yet still she always landed safely back in your arms.
So you take her fragility for granted becoming more careless and carefree. You think that she's indestructable, simply unbreakable. So you drop her, face first onto the cold tile floor, breaking her little glass self into a million pieces. And then like a coward you run away leaving the shattered angel broken and alone, a mess for someone else to clean up. You never thought to turn around and mend her, humbly piecing each shard together.
Alas you are a child you know no better. Runaway and hide little boy, do what you know best.

Miss Monroe

I recently found a site with Marilyn's quote, I quite like them and since i love to collect here are some that stuck out to me

"No one ever told me I was pretty when I was a little girl. All little girls should be told they're pretty, even if they aren't."

"I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best."

"I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when their right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust noone but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together."

"A wise girl kisses but doesn't love, listens but doesn't believe, and leaves before she is left."

"Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it's better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring."

"I am good, but not an angel. I do sin,
but I am not the devil. I am just
a small girl in a big world trying to
find someone to love."

"I've never fooled anyone. I've let people fool themselves. They didn't bother to find out who and what I was. Instead they would invent a character for me. I wouldn't argue with them. They were obviously loving somebody I wasn't."

Dorothy

I find her beauty simply haunting .... Dorothy Dandridge

Theme from Valley of the Dolls

Ever go through something and have a song explain your feelings to a dot.... weird right ... music food for the soul.
I first heard this song on the pilot episode of Nurse Jackie. I searched feverishly for it of course so did other people. Finally found the name only original version online is kinda poor quality but i love it and i know what it means. And only Dionne Warwick gets it just right ...the song makes you feel like lying on a blanket and staring at the sky...just wondering

Theme from Valley of the Dolls

Blessed are the forgetful

How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd.

There so much deep meaning in the movie Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind... its one of my favs. It shows how unpredictable love is, 1 minute you have the moon and sky the next its a dark cloudless sky in the middle of the abyss. Its not that fairytale romantic comedy tripe. Its the truth about real people and how things go wrong.

Joel and Clementine are lovers who relationship like many others gets a little out of control. Words are said and impulsive Clementine goes to a doctor who specialises in memory erasing. Hurt and tormented Joel does the same. It shows that we all go thru times when we think that its just better to forget. But beneath the arguments and sometimes hatred there's still love and good times... then he wants it back. But its too late the memory of his Clementine is gone. The irony of the movie is that no matter how badly we screw up our love what's meant to be is meant to be. They find each other back ...

Tired

It's hard to write.... my soul is tired. Has your soul ever been tired and just felt like lying in a corner waiting for the wings of love to lift it up. Your mind is jumbled with thoughts, you sometimes forget to breathe, you are tired. Like that movie character who falls to his knees in the rain and looks to the heavens, hands raised, questioning everything. Just go my way, make it be right; 'oh take me back to the start'. Just one more time God of peace and mercy make it right

Where's Godoe?

I did this one a long time ago, I actually wrote it on paper cuz it needed to be said at the time.
It was only years after i read the book 'Waiting for Godoe" that i realised the spectrum of its meaning. *nb Godoe is not God in this*......and ps you probably wont get it!

It has come to my attention that as the days go by my resentment for your happiness grows stronger. Selfish of me, I know , but some part of me has a craving to be acknowledged. Should it not recieve it's reward, does it instead deserve to sit uncomfortably and smile away as the seasons go by? Instead that part must wait like the two old men for Godoe.
But when will Godoe come? Oh has Godoe seemed so close,but never a speck in the distance enough to confirm his arrival. Instead its just a figment, a slight shadow on the horizon providing false hope for the waiters. A false hope that says no tis not him, sit down again, watch the leaves fall,transcending from green to brown crumpling under your resting feet. Feel the hot summer sun force sweat from your pores. Let the joy of the holidays overwhelm you with the sense that indeed Godoe soon comes. But it is not him so it is best not to look for something that existence questions. Then why wait for Godoe, if one does not know if he will come? Why not just leave your bench of comfort and journey on? No, but what if Godoe comes and you have just left- I stay.
So in silence I cleave to my resentment with a plastic and overbearing facade, only cracked but an unseen sigh, deep and entrenched within the casims of a heart looking for its reward. For your Godoe has come faster than the life changes of a caterpillar. Rapid, unexpected fruitful and joyous! I watch on in guilty, selfish resentment inwardly wishing to beg a few miles in your shoes just for a moment of bliss until Godoe comes.