Me

these are my thoughts, ideas and dreams…

what makes you happy? December 22, 2008

Filed under: inspirational, life, love, music, poetry — kayceelynn @ 10:49 am
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Things that make me Happy…

Sandburs…

Sandburs still stuck in the bottom of my running shoes…

Finding them on my clothes when I’m having a bad day…

Sandburs;  my memoirs of then…

Cupcakes topped with fluffy icing in soft hues of pink, blue, purple, green and yellow…

Running…

Thunderstorms…

Soft sand under my toes…

Kittens…

Banana snowballs with condensed milk on top…

Puppies…

The rain serenading outside my window and on my rooftop…

Music…

The sunrise…

Standing in the ocean and looking at my feet…

Freedom…

Chocolate and coffee…

Kissing and meaning it…

Second chances…

Sunkissed skin…

Dancing…

Massages…

Laughter of my children…

Wine, fruit, cheese, salt cured meats, chewy bread and a movie…

Loving and not holding back…

Being in a boat on the river…

Wisdom…

Accepting life as it comes…

Being sad…

Waves crashing on the shore…

Hugs and kisses from my angels…

Not knowing what tomorrow holds…

Nothing…

Everything…

But right now, sandburs make me extremely happy…

 

 

 

just listen to the words…  wow.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tCkhoOIIcok

 

always here,

kaycee lynn

 

 

 

 

Let it snow, my ass… December 6, 2008

Filed under: humor — kayceelynn @ 7:13 pm
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it was just like one of those movie scenes…  as i walked out of barnes & noble, i look up and it was magical!  the snow was falling so light and flaky agingst the grayish purple sky.  it was like i was inside of a snow globe.  tiny delicate flakes were sticking to my “nose and eyelashes” (to quote julie andrews, “my favorite things”).   aah!  the yule tide season hath surely arrived…

then i got to my “truck” and had to scrape a two inch layer of that fucking shit off…

 

stained December 3, 2008

Filed under: Uncategorized — kayceelynn @ 10:44 am

 

 

 

I hide myself with in a flower

That wearing on your breast

You, unsuspectingly wear me, too

And Angels know the rest.

 

I hide myself with in my flower

That, fading from your vase,

You unsuspectingly feel for me,

Almost a loneliness.

 

-Emily Dickenson

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In this world love has no color-

Yet how deeply my body is stained against yours.

 

-Izumi Shikibu