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Annette Sugden Blog
Monday, 19 October 2009
untitled new poem
Mood:  lyrical
Topic: Writing/Art Process
to avoid doing laundry
i buy new underwear, i love
the wrong man, truth
is i love many wrong
men, that's not what you're thinking

the underwear may be new, but
now only comes
off for the right man
or in the laundry, occasionally
a wrong wrong man
loves me, this unwanted
not the same as a wrong man

wrong wrong man wants
lots of attention, so do
the wrong men, both hard
steal everything, disappear soon
as they convince me to
remove or buy
underwear

there is no right wrong man, I
don't need any of them, including
a right man or even
the right right man, could be
left too, possibly
center, he needs me high
up, to push, enter
deep, the holy of holies, reveal
all my hidden places, everything
clean, with or
without underwear

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Sunday, 11 October 2009
unclogging
Mood:  lyrical
Topic: Writing/Art Process

unclogging

Lately I haven't been writing much. A coubple or few months ago I tried to commit to writing in my blog at least once a week. That lasted about a week. In a kabbalah class recently we were told why short term plans often get interferred with. I won't go into it. Maybe you already know or have your own opinions about it anyway. It's interesting because I started a writing class geared specifically towards writer's block. It's called Industrial Poetry and is taught by Brendan Constantine. The interesting thing is that during the in class assignments, I write long spontaneous works. At home, alone, I can't write anything.

Ok so let's go backwards a bit, shall we? Don't answer this. It's what is known as a rhetorical question. I have been studying Kabbalah for nearly a year now. If you know me well then this is a pretty logical progression from my other metaphysical and mystical interests. For me, Kabbalah has started to illuminate some concepts I was already very familiar with by explaining actually how to do the work to apply them in a practical way to my life. I am not saying that because at the moment that since Kabbalah works for me if it doesn't work for you or you don't have any interest in it that there is anything wrong with you. If you notice an increase in postings related to Kabbalah or Judaism, that does not mean I am turning religious or trying to convert anybody. I am simply passionate about what I am learning and sharing it. I am off track again.

Futher backwards -- because Kabbalah is new and I developed a passion for it, I have been spending a disproportionate time studying it rather than contemplating and exploring and then sitting down to write something. It's not that I don't have ideas. I have many. I just have not given myself time to just sit with them and then flow them onto paper or the computer screen. It's highly likely I went too far the other way in going against my nature which is to spend huge amounts of time alone. Now I am trying to settle into a balance of sharing in person with people and sharing with people via my writing and other creative endeavors. I also am often spending time alone not working towards any type of sharing. Sometimes I am just escaping.

Maybe in some ways for awhile I escaped into Kabbalah which is not really then Kabbalah. It's easy to "get busy" with anything, including "spirituality" in a selfish way as a form of escapism. There are many things I both desire to confront head on and escape from because they feel extremely daunting and I often feel isolated and alone in these challenges, not because they are unique or worse than other peoples' challenges, but because my comfort zone is to not face them or convince myself that I am facing them when in fact I am not. I'm an expert at self deception. And I am an expert at self absorbtion. (and spelling errors).

Perhaps I am the most selfish and needy person I know. Some folks may agree. I don't know. I don't say this in a woe as me victim way. Humans are all highly selfish. We want, want , want some to a higher degree than others. The wanting isn't wrong, but wanting purely for the self alone is harmful to the self and others. I am now ever on the quest to shift my desire for short term gratification to long term fulfillment, something Kabbalah calls shifting the desire to receive for the self alone to desire to receive for the sake of sharing or transforming a linear vessel into a circular vessel. Most of the time I operate from a linear vessel.

Part of my own personal work has been to shift how I am with men. For a lot of my adult life, I had deceived myself into an attitude that if I felt a connection and a chemistry with a guy, that if in the moment I wanted to sleep with him then I would. This I told myself was liberating and free in spite of the fact that most if not all of these relationships were extremely short lived and immediately resulted in an intense emotional crash where I felt empty and hollow and very alone. Never dirty or ashamed, just wrong like everybody else seemed to be able to figure this part out and yet I thought I was doing the same thing and yet I never could quite get anywhere or at least not anywhere for very long. And then I just blamed the men and forgot about my part, my responsibility and repeated the same mistake(s) over and over and over and over and over...

I was never a slut or extremely promiscuous. I have had both amazing expereinces and mediocre experience and one abusive marriage. I'm not complaining. I love men. I love people. I am now actually comning to love and value myself, to actually have a true sense of self worth. Yesterday I jokingly said I have decided to no longer sleep with a man based on the fact that I think/feel we knew each other in past life. (you may laugh but in a way this is exactly how I based all my romantic or sexual interactions with men. If we had chemistry and I sensed I knew you before then bingo no matter how you behave, I'd go to bed with you).

Recently I managed to shift a couple things. An ex of mine invited me for a drink. A year ago, I would've dropped everything and met him for a drink. Now no way. I was busy. I told him. He didn't ask me again. This is a goood thing. In another situation, a guy I've known for 3 years got back in touch. We had never actually dated but he and I have intense chemistry and sometimes a sort of telepathic connection so three years ago everytime we met, we ended up in bed. Why? Because I chose that. It's been 3 years. I invited him to a kabbalah class. He I guess assumed (and why wouldn't he) that this meant that sex would be part of the package deal. I do have strong affection for him, but I hadn't seen him in 3 years. And I've been studying kabbalah and made a committment to myself not to just give all my Light away for free (please don't post about money. that's not what I mean by free or value etc). We hugged and laughed but his energy even on the phone the day before was intensely ungrounded which probably made it easier for me not to be tempted into bed with him. He didn't take the class seriously at all. Then after he kissed me which I said was fine but made it clear in a flirty way that I was not having sex with him that night, he proceeded to collect phone numbers from other women everywhere we went. If I had had sex with him, I would habve ended up hurt because my motivation for having sex with him would have been as selfish as his but based on my feelings of affection towards him but his were just based on getting laid and I obviously was completely interchangeable with any woman who would be impressed by his ability to warm or cool their hand (he has natural energy work ability) and be charming.

It may sound like I blame him. I don't. This particular person has an unbalanced, unbounded, very child like energy about them. He does nothing out of malice or meaness. He's like the kids in the preschool where I work. They have no idea that some of the things they do might hurt other people's feelings. They are purely and selfishly exploring their worlds. This is the space he is in. Unfortunately he isn't 5. He's 31. I love exploring life and being adventurous but I also take responsibility for my actions and know that there is a time and a place. So this man and I are not a good match. He is not boyfriend material. He doesn't even want a girlfriend. He just wants to get laid. Nothing wrong with that. Getting laid feels good. But it's all short term fulfillment and like I said, I am trying not to do things based on short term fulfillment.

Do I regret not sleeping with him. No. O.K. for about a minute when I'm extremely horny then yes, but then I remind myself of the crash. And not sleeping with him coupled with his animal level antics give me a lot more fuel for poetry and fiction than sleeping with him just to get laid or feel a man's arms around me would.

So back to unclogging am I? I don't know. I hope so. I hope once Industrial Poetry is over, that I will be able to come up with inspiration for poems and stories. I don't think Brendan will allow me to email him every other day asking him for assignments. I think the next blog entry will just be a poem. Maybe old. Maybe new. Maybe both. Hopefully not borrowed or blue ;).


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Tuesday, 18 August 2009
8/18/09 - New Poem
Mood:  happy
Topic: Writing/Art Process
8/18/09

eight, one plus eight equals nine plus nine equals eighteen minus
nine equals nine minus one equals eight think I saw
Elijah buying coffee at the local 7-11, red
hair and kippa (look that up or ask me later) I thought
King David was the red-head, felt awkward with my danish
still wearing my pajamas (me not the danish) honestly
I wasn't dreaming, it's just that today's my day
off and believe it or not, they have really wild berry good
pastries, braided like challah (you can look that up too) is
that a sign -- the number 8 tipped over is infinity
endless, outside, no sign
of the prophet, next time I'll try
to remember to get dressed.

Posted by annettesugden at 2:06 PM PDT
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Fat Girl In Los Angeles new poem rough draft
Mood:  happy
Topic: Writing/Art Process
I'm A Fat Girl In Los Angeles

Why bother to compete -- even in my slim San Francisco Seattle days
in Los Angeles, I was fat -- don't care-- never be size 0-2 barbie girl
no meat, all bones and silicone gel -- my bounce all real, soft, inviting, wet
whistle worthy -- no junk, just sweet hourglass sensation the way mother
nature intented

So if you're big by any city standard, don't cry
strap on a good bra and kiss those jerks good-bye
don't fret if you can't obtain heroin concentration camp
anorexic boy with boobs chic and eat that burger baby
organic, free-range, kosher if you please

It's hips that make men harder
make him work for it -- on his knees
confidence is the secret even if it's faked
not diets, plastic surgery or sexy clothes
even skinny girls can join the club
just remember

you're a fat girl in Los Angeles
wear it proudly, shake it baby
don't worry if you're alone
real men who are worthy
will return when they're
full grown.

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Saturday, 8 August 2009
What and Whether to Write
Mood:  chatty
Topic: Writing/Art Process

What and Whether to Write

Blog entry 8/8/2009

 I haven’t written anything in my blog since May really. There are a few reasons why. Not really reasons, more like excuses. At this point I’m trying to decide if I really want to keep blogging and exactly what I want to blog about next if I do keep blogging. As some people know this past November I started studying Kabbalah at the Kabbalah Centre so I could write about my experience with that so far and about the Centre. I could blog about my dating life and how it is being single, not skinny (I’m fine not being skinny by the way) and over 40 in Los Angles, but that topic could be saturated. Or I could continue writing a general personal blog which is pretty much what I’ve been doing in a haphazard way. The last would encompass both my Kabbalah and other spiritual experiences as well as my dating life but in addition would include other triumphs and joys.Here is the thing, I want to be as brave and honest in my blog as I attempting to be in my poetry but I feel here, in a blog I will hold back. One because my mother and other family members will read it and may find out things about me that would worry them or that I just don’t want them to know. Is that strange? I am fine with complete strangers and acquaintances knowing intimate details of my life but not the people closest to me. The other issue I have is that there is a person who emails every day and checks my blog every day and who in the past because of their own mental challenges perceived my blog as conversations I was having with them and as something written for them. And then there are other people from my past who may think something similar as well. Neither case is true. I really see this blog as a form of sharing for the purpose of exposing just how much ego and selfishness I have. I don’t mean that in a woe as me negative way at all. I mean it in a proactive and transformative way. By looking at the ugliest parts of myself and figuring out how to turn them into blessings and documenting the process, perhaps I can correct myself and even maybe inspire even just one other person to go on a journey of questioning and transformation.I am not going to apologize if I write anything that might touch a nerve or bore or be uncomfortable for anyone. I will add that perhaps if something I write does upset you, then maybe just maybe I am sharing something about myself that you also need to take a look at. And if you don’t want to take a look at anything tough, challenging and painful, then it’s fine, don’t read my blog. Move on and find something else better to do.I still don’t know where to start. There are a lot of things going on. And I’ve been stuck in either denial or escape from some of the more challenging and painful areas of my life that need increasingly immediate attention. As far as my spiritual work goes, I’ve kind of been going through a rebellion phase where I still go to class but I am not doing the work I need to be doing. I’ll get more specific in other blogs. Sometimes a blog entry will be a personal essay like this one. (but hopefully more interesting) and other times an entry will be a poem or perhaps a video, I make, if I can trust myself with my webcam again. (I may write more about that later but that’s one of the topics I may just save for my poetry and visual art). I may post a video or song by another artist as I have in the past, but if I do I will try to have it serve as a visual epigram or epigraph to something in the blog entry itself.Lastly, I’m open to suggestions on what people think would be an interesting direction for me to take this blog. Should I start with Kabbalah? Should I write about my former marriage? I haven’t really yet. Should I write about living overseas? Should I write about writer’s block? Even if you think I should just give up and stop writing, let me know that as well. I won’t agree with you and it won’t stop me but it might give me some interesting future blog and poetry ideas.I’d like to say that I will write something here daily but knowing me that may be pushing it. I tend to overestimate my level of enthusiasm and expend all my passion for a project at the beginning so if I’m going to start being a disciplined blogger, I think I will update this blog every Saturday. It will be my non orthodox and personal way of observing Shabbat. I may post blog entries more often than that from time to time, but every Saturday I will write something. Even if it’s just a sentence.I guess I’m at the end of the entry. This blog is for no one and everyone. It’s not intended to be hurtful or to gain attention. Not that I don’t like attention or that there is anything wrong with attention. There is isn’t. And also not that I don’t want it to get attention. But that is not the main reason. Like I said. The main reason is the share and to help myself by helping others. And now that I have started repeating myself I will end with a fullstop.

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Saturday, 2 May 2009
Feature tomorrow night 5pm Beyond Baroque and new book out tomorrow!
Mood:  energetic
Topic: Writing/Art Process
 
New book out tomorrow and I'm featuring tomorrow at Beyond Baroque :)!
Current mood:  excited
Hey everybody :) 2 announcements :)

1) I'm featuring with Ben Trigg tomorrow night (Sun May 3) at 5pm at Beyond Baroque Literary Arts Centre located at 681 Venice Blvd, Venice, CA There is also an open mic at this event. Sign up for that is at 4:45 pm.

2) Finally after much procrastination and detouring, my very first official chapbook is being released tomorrow at the above event! It's called "Don't Make Vincent Gallo Mad" and has some of my poems, artwork and photography inside. Right now I'm printing 20 copies with a color cover but all the images inside are B&W. They are $8. I am taking special orders for a limited addition all color version (ie the images that are in color will be in color but obviously any B&W images will still be B&W). The all color version will be more expensive, probably something like $10 to $11. Regardless of which version you are interested in 10% of all proceeds from each book are being donated to SFK a children's charity that helps at risk kids become empowered, increases self-esteem and self-awareness and helps kids make positive, proactive choices using their own critical thinking skills.

I hope to see everybody tomorrow evening at Beyond Baroque and I wish you all the best :)
Currently reading:
Satan: An Autobiography

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Friday, 20 March 2009
Death and newish poem: Angel Catcher Mother Fucker!
Mood:  down
Topic: Writing/Art Process
March 20, 2009 - Friday 
Death and a New Poem: Angel Catcher Mother Fucker!
Current mood:  bummed
Category: Writing and Poetry
I'm feeling a bit sad because I just found out the other day that a family friend who has been battling cancer for the last 3 or so years has maybe 9 months to live. I'm trying to remain positive but it's a bit hard, even for a metaphysically minded magician type of old soul person like me. Also sort of feeling feather ruffled about an ill informed judgemental comment about one form of astrology being more accurate than another because one of the forms is based on a solar calendar. FYI no forms of astrology are based on the gregorian solar calendar. Most charts in all forms are charted based on the placement of the planets, etc at the time of birth. This includes where the sun is, as well as the moon, all the planets in the galaxy as well as several asteroids. Whether a person uses the gregorian calendar or another calendar is irrellevant. Anyway here's a newish poem I think I wrote in Oct of 2008. It has nothing to with astrology but does have to do with death and mothers. I hope you enjoy it. Comments are appreciated. :)


Angel Catcher Mother Fucker!

In the bookstore, I pick up a book
that would be perfect
for you
a journal
because of your mother
being gone
and you
being so angry at everything
God,
the doctors, your father,
you,
your mother
and all the women
you use
to erase her
like me
who look
like her.

I put it back because you hate me, don't
know me really
you
never existed,
the person who looks
like you
isn't you
and I'm not the evil witch
who looks
like me
who looks
like your mother
maybe even
the closest
one
you found
everything based on lies
except for the part
about
your mother.

 
Currently listening:
Watchmen Soundtrack
By Soundtrack
Release date: 2009-03-03

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Saturday, 13 September 2008
Vegas, I don't give a fuck about cliches! a love poem
Mood:  bright
Topic: Writing/Art Process

Vegas, I don’t give a fuck about cliches! a love poem
Current mood: awake
Category: Writing and Poetry

....
Princess of Wands,
from Thoth Tarot deck

Vegas, I don't give a fuck about cliches!

    
if a spade is a spade, then I can call a heart a heart. and ever since we met, mine
overflows from my eyes, clear, lava, diamonds, I can see you under
a chuppa, but is it? -- wedding day, clubs, yalmuke, black
I just steal Ryan Adams. "And there's love enough left to fix it, but..." you
broke up with me first. Too late, I know.
I should have worn a poker
face, can't
go backwards, unlucky
at cards;
love,
maybe someday, I'll show you
my hand and melt into your mouth
again joker, wild knave, treat me like a queen
and worship you, be my king, the big blind, east texas
hold 'em, full moon sunrise sunset, fold, drink, but...

"there it is, we are only one push from the nest. there it is, we are only one argument from death...and there's love enough left to fix it"
                    




Annette Sugden ver. 1.1/September,2008 

Currently listening :
Easy Tiger
By Ryan Adams
Release date: 2007-06-26

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Thursday, 21 August 2008
I just wanted a haircut
Mood:  incredulous
Topic: Writing/Art Process

August 21, 2008 - Thursday

I just wanted a haircut and a poem from a couple years ago
Current mood: awake
Category: Writing and Poetry

Do I post the poem first, or just type the strange but true story I was going to type? These are the thoughts that often go through my mind before I type my blog entries. Those two and the I wonder if this will be the blog that gets insane, delusional or mean comments or just ignored as usual. I guess any attention is attention, but still I'd rather people not post untrue or delusional things about me on my blog.

And yes, this is more about my breakup and what preceded it. I'm still working it out and morning the loss and transition of it into, well I don't know what frankly. I'd like to be friends with this ex, because I love him deeply and always will and because he was never abusive, he just isn't ready for the type of relationship I want and need and maybe never will be and it seems something about being romantically involved with me was turning him into an increasingly closed off and uncommunicative jerk, I thought maybe it would be better and less hurtful for both of us if I broke the romantic part of our relationship off. But now it appears he isn't speaking to me for real. So it seems he at least for now doesn't want my friendship. It hurts a lot. I miss him. Some days I feel really strong and like I have moved on and then other days I just cry a lot and pet my dog.

If I am truthful another factor in the breakup was the odd triangle dynamic that arose between me, him and his well-meaning (I hope) but delusional and/or unconsciously jealous/envious and consciously meddling roommate, tinalove who posted the deleted comments on my previous blog entry. Now I wish tinalove no ill will or harm, but I am angry with her and also I do not trust her at all and here is why:

When I first met her she didn't say "hi" first or "nice to meet you," but "wow, you're really pretty" in a surprised and odd tone of voice. It struck me as odd. But then I thought maybe she was just complimenting me. The more I stayed there after B's and my dates, the more I observed her mothering qualities and something else like maybe she felt something for B. Then B confessed to me that before he had met me he and his roommate had slept together but had decided to just be friends. I wasn't sure what to think about this given her strange behavior but I decided since B cared about her and since B has no real living immediate family, I decided maybe she was a surrogate mother figure for him since she kind of has that kind of energy towards her clients (she's a hairdresser who works out of her living room).

Also because tinalove and I had some similar metaphysical interests, it seemed like she and I might actually be able to become friends. So I asked about haircuts eventhough I have a regular hairdresser who I like, although I wasn't happy with how my most recent haircut had grown out. tinalove often works on trade so I traded doing her chart for a haricut and color. I also gave her as gifts a fairy candle and an angel scent pendant with scent. I am a very generous person and often give gifts to my friends if I see something that reminds me of them or that they might like. I had opened my heart to her inspite of my misgivings. Anyway, we made an appointment for a Sun afternoon.

B and I had been having some minor growing pains and miscommunication and he was moody often and running hot and cold. One date he's be sensual and romantic which I love and the next date he'd be aloof and uncommunicative which drives me up the wall because even if it wasn't about me or the relationship it's always hard to not take aloof behavior personally if the mood feels like it's being taken out on you. The night before my appointment I had met B at a bar at his request. I gave him some spontaneous little trinket gifts I had bought at the Lotus Festival earlier that evening and his reaction was as if they were sort of poison or a non reaction really and when we got in his car he just threw them in the backseat which was odd because one of the items was breakable. Then we went for pie at Apple Pan and he parked so I couldn't get out of the car and when I asked him politely to move it so I could get out, he actually asked me to climb over the gear shift etc. I insisted he move it so he did. Then we went back to the apt where he rents a room from tinalove (she calls it her apt) and he left the gifts I gave him in his car but remembered to bring some postcard in. tinalove was there with another woman but neither of them had seen any of the interaction between us all evening nor his behavior towards me all evening so had no background for what was really the climax of an argument. I asked him if he had the stuff I had gave him. He said no. I was already feeling hurt by him so I told him it was odd he could remember a piece of paper from a stranger at the airport but he couldn't remember a gift from the woman he loves. Probably I should have waited until we were in his room to say that. But I am human and far from perfect. I guess my bluntness rubbed tinalove the wrong way as I was to discover the next day.

I didn't stay the night with B because I had to get home to my dog and he and I were not exactly having the most romantic evening and both needed some space. So the next afternoon I drove back to the apt. tinalove was finishing up with her previous client. I asked if she was hungry. They both were so the 3 of us went to lunch. We had a great time talking and sampling delicious vegan food. Then we said goodbye to the other client and went back to the apt. I presented tinalove with a gift I had bought at the Lotus Festival. And she thanked me and told me I was pure love but had an odd look on her face and asked if I'd be offended if she saged it. I told her know and that I understood since it had probably been handled by a lot of people at the fair.

Then we sat on the sofa, keep in mind, I knew tinalove is a psychic medium like me but I was not there for a reading but a haircut and anywhy what happened next was not a reading but delusionaly bullshit mixed with negative remarks about B and my and B's relationship and specifically about my ungly energy. She also told me I was not welcome in her house if I was in a state where I was "transforming the energy of a room." I felt really ill and attacked and betrayed. I just wanted to go. I started to gather my purse and told her I was leaving. Then I stood up and went towards the front door. But she was closer to it so she got up and locked it and told me not to go. I was really frightened. I screamed at her that I needed to go, that it wasn't my fault and for her to get away from me as I ran for the backdoor. She was right behind me but I got to the door first. She was yelling at me to stay and that my defenses were bad. I was screaming at her to leave me alone and stay away from me as I ran to my car and drove away. It was one of the most strange and frightening experiences I have had and I've had some strange ones being a psychic, an artist and a survivor of childhood abuse. What would she have done to me if she had also been able to lock and block the back door and I still tried to leave? Her energy and demeanor were completely different from how I had seen her before and from how she had been when the other woman had been present at lunch.

I immediately called some friends who asked me if I had phoned the police because what she had done was a form of assault and trying to keep someone from leaving against their will is also a very serious and illegal thing to do.. I said no, I hadn't. I had been really shaken and sometimes I am too nice and question and deny how serious the behavior of others can be. Which is why I have a strong network of friends who can verify when something is crazy or dangerous and when something is just my own fears clouding reality. This time they were very concerned.

The next thing I did was contact B. He was at work but he needed to know from my end what happened since he was my boyfriend and it involved his roommate and also because I knew she would tell a completely different version of events to make me look like a crazy, negative drama generating and wounded person in need of healing etc. B and I also needed to work out our misunderstanding from the night before. He and I seemed to work things out but his denial of the seriousness and insanity of tinalove's behavior concerned me. He told me that she was probabloy just trying to help me. How is trying to keep someone in her apartment against their will helpful and loving and healing behavior? Maybe I should have broken up with him then, but I love him and so I didn't. Plus he and I seemed to have patched things up. Then I didn't hear from him for 5 days.

Meanwhile I emailed tinalov to apologise for screaming at her and leaving abruptly but also setting boundaries and letting her know it wasn't ok for her to tell me things about B and B's and my relationship and that I felt she was threatened by me and afraid she would lose control and influence over B. I assured her I would not come between her and B's friendship but urged her not to interfere anymore. I told her she was a loving person who helped many people in her work but that she was no longer my friend after what happened and that she had not helped me. I repeated I would not come between her and B and I would honor their friendship.

After the week long period of silence B broke up with me on the night he was supposed to go to my performance but didn't. I was heartbroken. He said it wasn't because of anything tinalove had told him but very odd that he and I had patched things up and then as soon as he got home from work and tinalove spoke to him, he stopped speaking to me. He also told me that tinalove had shown him the email I'd sent her. Now I ask if she wasn't trying to interfere and control things then why show him an email which askes her not to interfere anymore?

Anyway, B and I got back together about a week after we broke up. I set boundary that I would not go over to tinalove's apt where he lived and I never asked about her or mentioned her because I wanted to end the triangle that had been so destructive and caused so much drama before. Things were great again, like when we first started dating. Then he went cold again. It was the night after we had had a very nice evening and had talked about spending a weekend in Las Vegas. The next night he was cold and aloof. He kept checking his phone at dinner. After dinner we went and played pool. He got a text which he made a point of telling me about. Then he proceeded to ignore me for the rest of the game so he could send text messages during my turn. It was worse than playing pool with a stranger.

After that evening things went downhill. He became less and less communicative and seemed less interested in sex or kissing. He stopped sending me cute, romantic, flirtatious texts every day. It seemed he was having doubts and second thoughts and maybe was passively agressively manipulating me into breaking up wsith him. I was feeling terrible and hurt. I was still deeply in love with him but knew I deserved better treatment and a lot less drama. I finally broke up with him. Then I posted a couple poems after the break up announcement on my blog and tinalove posted some more insane fake psychic delusional bullshit on my blog which I deleted. She also asked me not to give up on B. Which is odd for 2 reasons. One is that when she assaulted me a couple months ago she was telling me I confused and hirt B and that he and I wouldn't last. But the most inportant reason is that since I broke up with B, he hasn't texted me, phone me or emailed me. It seems he doesn't want me as a friend even right now. It's not me who has given up on him, but him on me. I am still his friend. I consider him to be my family. I am just not his girlfriend or his lover anymore. But her comments did me a favor, the validated the breakup because as long as he lives in her apt, he will never be able to have a mature romantic relationship with any woman. No emotionally healthy woman is going to put up with the oddness of the dynamic between B and tinalove and will see right through her meddling disgiused as advice and psychic readings. He actually told me he wants to live with her forever even after he is married. He tells her everything, but not his girlfreinds at least not me when he and I were dating and when she assaulted me, he didn't believe me or stand by me, but took her side. A woman wants a partnership and a man who will stand by her. We don't want to play second fiddle to a roommate and former lover.

So I broke up with B because he started acting like a jerk towards me, because he stopped communicating with me and because he believed his roommate's delusional comments about me and because he seems to be more in love with his roommate than he was ever with me given how he puts her on a pedastal and won't ever move out of her apt. It was way too much craziness and drama. I deserve a man who will love, honor, respect, cherish and have my back when crazy people attack me. The next man I am wish will be all those things and he will also make plans in advance, back up his words with actions and behavior and he will never give me the cold shoulder or ignore me. I am the best girlfriend anybody could want. I am sweet, smart, funny, sexy, sensual, supportive, a good listener, adventurous and open to trying new things in and out of the bedroom and I am never possessive, jealous or controlling. Why anybody would become a jerk and risk losing me is beyond my comprehension. But that's what happened.

It's sad but writing about it helps and my friends and family help keep me strong. I hope B speaks to me again. .Like I said I love and miss him. I hope he is ok.

And now finally the poem:

Full Fear Frolic

I.

Hummingbird, you
leave me bleeding
roses, strange

Stranger, I
hide beneath black
scuffed boots crawling
after left
over pieces of shadow
hungry for your salt sweet neck.

Blooming, I
can't get through
too heavy for the sky
will I ever

Let you
enter
me
taste milky liquid
aftermath

Come closer, no
inch away
or petals will drop
and you'll know
everything.

II.

You know
everything
will drop petals
let heavy aftermath
through the blooming sky

Inch closer
taste away
milky liquid
come
will enter

Sweet salt left over
can't I neck
your hungry shadow
boots scuffed
crawling beneath
black hide stranger

Roses bleeding
ever after
strange bird
I leave you
humming.


Annette Sugden ver. 5, April/2006

Currently listening :
Oh, Inverted World
By The Shins
Release date: 2001-06-19


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Sunday, 17 August 2008
Breaking up is just like all the cliches say and 2 poems
Mood:  sad
Topic: Writing/Art Process

August 17, 2008 - Sunday

 

Breaking up is just like all the cliches say and 2 poems
Current mood: melancholy
Category: Writing and Poetry

I can't really bring myself to talk about my breakup with the guy I wrote about in another blog. I really hoped and thought things would work out in the end. But for whatever reasons they didn't and it seems at least in his relationship with me, he regressed emotionally and in behavior to a 14 or 15 yearold boy. I love him but it was too much work and drama. Yes, relationships take work and are not perfect ever. That is not the reason. My reasons have to do with lack of respect and failure to communicate and I don't mean the usual male/female complaints about men not communicating. I mean something more. I haven't had a guy behave this way with me since I was maybe 20. It's hard. Maybe he and I will be able to be friends one day. I hope so. For now I hurt and I weep off and on and the most surprising things will activate the tears. All breakups suck but some are harder than others. This one cuts deep and right through my soul and I'm the one who ended things.

The first poem is me just before our last breakup when he broke up with me and probably shows why I should never ever write rhyming verse.

Untitled for B.F.L.

It's not the finding or the catching
it's the keeping, there's the rub

You think because you've got me
that my heart's all tied up
and now you just do nothing
while our love begins to rot

I don't care about presents
or fancy food on silver trays
for me that's not the essence
but I can't show you the way

I don't want to end things
I'd hate for us to part
it feels like you are leaving
only booze lights the spark

Maybe I should leave you
maybe I should go
the problem is I love you
and I just don't know

It's not the finding or the catching
it's the keeping, there's the rub.

But in the end we got back together for a month and the issues and feelings as described above didn't change, but magnified into disrespect and bad manners so I ended it because I love myself and I know I am better off alone than with somebody who can't treat me with dignity and respect.

Ok now the second poem about him from the night before I made my final decision to break up with him.

This is What Can Happen Sometimes

if you're a medium when it's just you
and the dead at your weekly meetings
and it's a Thursday or maybe a Sunday,
Sunday can be the worst, especially
when you come home and the television's
turned itself on
but there's no volume to it

for me it's like that song, the one
about a mexican radio,
or maybe that's just my neighborhood
but anyway, here we are, the dead and me
weeping
sometimes. your mother
is one
she's broadcasting
she talks to me a lot

begs me to take care
of you, keep you
safe, her one son
I try, I tell her
but you've painted my face
on the woman of your nightmares
locked yourself in your old toybox
hiding beneath your childhood bed
somewhere, yelling and throwing things --
"GO AWAY!
STAY AWAY!
NO! DON'T LOVE ME!"

but your mother, she clangs
and pops everything in my apartment,
tells me to keep trying
never give up
because you're her golden one
her shining son, so I
can't stop loving you
stand by
watch and wait
sometimes your lover, forever
your friend. weeping, laughing, running
ignroing the harpy you live with who
whispers lies about me

she's a dark one
(unlike your mother)
hiding in the light, licking
her wounds and biding her time,
drinking, but just a little
and not enough
to suck you dry, don't
you know why you always
feel so sick

and the Angels, don't
get me started, who help
the dead. they're my friends
your mother's too, ring bells
so I call your phone
but you won't pick up. say
you have a lot on your mind
but you're not ignoring me, no
not really that, it's just
like I said, you pasted
my face
on your nightmares
made me into a lie

but your mom, your mother dear, she
wants me to love you, in spite
of your fear
and she says to say
"hi."

Please be gentle with your comments. These are rough and need work. I probably will scrap the first one all together. In the meantime, you will find me in a puddle of tears, learning my lessons and healing my heart so it stays open to new and better possibilities. Cheers.

Currently listening :
Beethoven: Symphony No. 5; Ode to Joy (Symphony No. 9 Final Chorus)
Release date: By 1994-09-09

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