Perspective by Jessica Singleton

Perspective
By Jessica Singleton
To: DWD

It's funny what they say about people
who live in glass houses.
But it's funny what people in
glass houses don't see on their own.
I guess my perspective sat down
And paid my heart a visit.
I have enough regret to start a war.
I've got a broken glass.
You have no idea how much someone
means to you.
Not until they want to leave.
But once they hurt you,
Perspective turns like a kaleidoscope.
It's funny how much you put up
with when you love someone.
Especially when you realize that they
are only leaving because you are pushing
them out.
They made a mistake.
They did not leave until
you told them it was over.
He has enough of me to move
the entire world out of place.
I cannot say anything to him
That he will not turn into a compromise.
He has no idea that I actually love him.
His regret...
His fear of losing me
Sticks out from behind his eyes.
It makes me forget my own broken heart.
It makes me feel like I hurt him.
I love him to much for this.
He cannot lose me.
Not over her.
Because I don't want to lose him either.

Crayon magic

I have been so lazy lately.
Today feels weird.
I did get the Heroine Diaries in the mail.
It came from amazon.com.
I bought myself an early birthday present.
My birthday isDecember 13 so it is sometime away.
I found out that Iron Maiden is selling a 20 dollar box with their action figure inside.
The figure is of Eddie.
He looks like a stage prop of a mummy and a skeleton.
They have the neatest stuff.
I hate talking about money and shopping anymore.
I'm not jealous.
I'm confused.
I pay my bills.
I keep my house clean.
I barely get by.
I've used my credit card not my checking account.
So if I don't have a lot of money
left over it's cause my low income
 is stretched to pay bills.
I have pretty much maxed out that credit card. It still has about
700 to credit food or shopping on.
I'm not filling to go bankrupt over a credit card. I'll pay it off slowly and just not use it until I have to.
I'm sickened by bums robbing me .
Not because they are hungry.
Because they just want more money.
Then they ask how I spend my time and money?
Is that a rhetorical question?
No pun intended.
I hope the truth comes out about the JFK files.
I hope it is so loud that no one can deny it.
And justice for all.
Literally.
I don't want to hear another lie
for the rest of my life.

All the dust is painted green. Metallica lyric.
No association but complete respect.

I am lazy.
I'm an adult and I'm putting off simple things.
I'm drained.

So

My feelings

Tips
By
Jessica Singleton

People are all comedians today.
God bless it, they know the way.
They stand in my way as they
contaminate my day.
I've got more of an issue of paying attention.
I'm bad at giving a crap.
All of me has washed up shore.
But they are on time to knock at my door.
Then they repeat themselves as though the second
Quote will make me want to apologize as I say yes and thank you.
Apparently I will need a name tag on my shirt.
Cause everyone in the world is a boss and priest.

Halloween stories by me Jessica Singleton

Everyone knows I love Halloween every thing...
So as a free for all or as a treat to whoever reads my blogs...
I will put a few of my Halloween themed stories in here for you to read.

This is early because Halloween is still a few days away.

So if I don't say this before then

Happy Halloween to the whole world.

Hector

By Jessica singleton

Once upon a time, there lived a little boy named hector.
Hector was an orphan.
Hector was soon adopted by a lovely couple who wanted a child of their own.
But the couple only wanted a child for show.
And hector soon felt more alone than he did at the orphanage.
Because the couple only clothed and fed hector. Hector never had toys to play with. And the couple ignored the boy. They would not speak to hector until they told him to do something.
Hector soon made his own toys.
He put odd bits and bulbs together from the garage. Hector painted the wooden pieces and he made them spin around.
One day when hector was playing with his spinning tops , he realized that he was able to make things move with his mind.
And in real life, those things flew.
When hector grew up, he made his own toy factory.
Because he wanted to make neat toys that were affordable for children who only have pennies.
So hector made toys that would be sold in gumball machines.
One rainy Halloween night, hector was walking home and he saw a tiny little boy crying in the rain. It broke his heart.
So hector took the child home. Hector gave the boy a candy bar and a bottle of water. Hector owned a skinny cat named mouse. Mouse was always inspecting the company. The child liked the cat.
The police told hector that the boy was abandoned.
The boy was a foster kid.
Hector could see a lot of himself in the boy.
So hector adopted the boy.
When the boy was older, he got into trouble one night and hector had to pick him up.
The boy asked hector if he was mad?
Hector said that he was worried about the boy. When they got home
Hector said are you to old for chocolate?
There was candy bars in a bowl for Halloween.
The boy ate candy.
Years later when hector died
The boy was called to take care of his things.
The boy saw all these odd looking gadgets and painted tops in hector 's room.
He did not understand until he read hector 's diary.

The End


Jack O'Lantern

By
Jessica Singleton

Carved right into the heart of the night.
Black snow flake memory.
I'm sorry but tonight is
not awakening the dawn.
I have nocturnal vision left over.
I'm alone in the house of cards.
Patience and brill wallpapers
wrapped my attempt.
Tell my whispers they haunt the trees
No one can sleep through their cackled whistles
And after all
It'd take a letter from the hands
of god to make me understand.

Coffee ☕️ Date

I don't know what I have left in me
Pertaining to writing about hope.

I don't know what is left of the life I live.

I'm not going to kill my self.

I'm not sure what makes you fall in love.

I'm not good at pronunciation or knowing about
Living.
I'm alone most of the time.
I clean stuff and I read.

I'm sad.
The depression makes you unhappy
But I've been through to much sorrow.

now all those losers are covering it all up
and what is worse,
they rub my nose in it like
 I deserve to be scolded over
their lies and mistakes.

I don't deserve that anymore then I deserve
To have anything put in my food.

I don't deserve to have health problems.

I'm to young to have a heartattack or a stroke.

Nior Velvet Rope

That moment when you realize how close you were to the edge of the world and you just could not know.
That fear is the same after taste as regret.

I am lazy.
I hate the way I make myself feel when I think about the way I make others feel.
I need to try to sleep.
The good news is that I made a video of the oddities.
Nothing that will help enough but it keeps me from turning into Maupassant.

I have to say that now I have felt every feeling known in life.
I am sorry for anyone in the world who could possibly feel this way.

I will give quotes and save my writing for another silent blog.

" it makes me rage to think that this can go on, and whilst I am shut up here , a veritable prisoner, but without that protection of the law. Which is even a criminal's right and consolation. "- from Bram Stoker's. Dracula

" Hope is the thing with feathers. " Emily Dickinson

White crayon pumpkin patch

I'm one of the biggest procrastinators I've ever met. I should laugh at myself.

It is October. Great weather and beautiful time of the year.

I wanted to talk or write but I am not really up for I phone typing.

I got two DVD 's in the mail.

Blade runner
And
Robert

I think I'm spelling that wrong.

So I will come back later and post

My what big eyes you have

when the mind cannot translate the pain ,
then it snaps in two different pieces.
Some times more.
But it's better if the heart breaks.
Because when the heart breaks
It does not affect reality.
The brain can go temporarily insane.
Like putting the person's fear on trial
You'd find a timid animal in a corner defeated
You will get more of a fight out of their temper.


The little man feels special when he drinks
out of styrofoam cups.
Mostly because the cups remind him
of waiting rooms.
In a waiting room everyone is special.
They get a number and then they have
An appointment.
He keeps a cigar box under his bed.
He owns a baseball card and a frog.
When he was growing up he never played sports
But he watched other kids play.

Now he reads books.
They are the only safe place to
hide from the abuse
Like the mouth of a wolf.
You can see the lion personality hidden within.
But you squint your eyes shut
And hope to hide from the pain.


I
Will come back to this later and write more

Along came a spider 🕷 and sat down beside her

you talk of other people's time.
You tell them how you can conduct the hands.
But before you treat that pendulum
In your hand like a toy
You might want to know
your only holding your own clock.
I walked alone down a foggy road
I had a Camus book in my hand and
A Gilmour song swimming in my head.
Waiting on the newspaper to reflect
all these secrets.
Tell me the truth.
Keep the line from control
Watch the clock.
Pardon me if I forgot to care.
I am scared of the soap box in my house
I don't know how to trust the world around me.

As the world

I don't know what is a scarier concept to digest.?
Drinking the two day old coffee
out of the ice box or buying my
coffee creamer from a gas station.

Life is unpredictable on so many levels.

I can read.
I have already taken in my daily bread from the Bible.

It is funny how people try to convince you
Of what they need you to believe.
If one attempt does not work,
Then they try something else.

What is freaking me out about these suggestions?

Why does the reason change?
If it is one thing
Then why make up ten reasons when one does not work.?
Also
No offense
But
When a stranger offers you candy 🍭
To take a ride in his unmarked van
You know there is a nightmare just up ahead.

So why sell me a list of possible questions?

I'm not sure why I did not google this

I had to go change a typo that I had. I wrote Blade Runner 2047 and it was 2049. It is not on DVD yet because it looks like it is in theaters.
I guess tomorrow is my mom's birthday.
She used to love horses 🐴.
I will post on Facebook.

I have to clean my bedroom.
I'm 37 years old and the older I get, the more I hate cleaning up my own messes.

8-7 poem by Jessica Singleton

I am being lazy. I am also letting my food settle.
I thought I would blog and write about my feelings. I also think I cannot wait to see blade runner 2049. I don't know the name of the new DVD.


8-7
By
Jessica Singleton

Last night I lost track of time.
I'm always lost for words and patience
But last night I had all the patience in the world.
and time to lose
You came around again.
In dreams of course
You mean so much.
It seems you can do anything
Your a mystery in a fantasy for me
You can even break me in two.
But I still don't want to lose you
My mind is not what it once was.
But I remember you throughout
my whole day.
I'm angry at the world.
Hurt and ashamed
Misunderstood maybe
But I'm in love with you.
You make me forget how to make sense.
You are a fairy tale.

Anthropomorphic children

My Nine Inch Nails cd came in the mail today.
It is called (  Add. Violence. )
It is great.
I guess Atticus Ross and Trent Reznor
covered the theme song for John Carpenter 's Halloween.
I think it was perfect but it is just as magical.
I love what they do.
This is the best time of the year.

Heaven Upside Down

I got the new Marilyn Manson cd yesterday.
He is amazing with beats in music.
It rocks.
More women want to allure men off cliffs in the world.
Metaphorically speaking.
I'm not one of those women.
Yet I still don't have a penis.
I think scraps aka T broke into my house yesterday.
That L  girl now wants my life.
I don't think they have isles for stealing
other people's personalities
at the stores these days.
These people are pathetic losers.
It would be comical if it was not so sad.
I think that this has been taken to far.
I feel attacked and abused.
It's weird.
I told everyone a common fairy tale
last night.
It was not even the big wow.
I did not do much in covers.
Now the mouth breathers suck it dry
 to act like they made something.
They are pathetic.
Cinderella has been written.
I swear.
They act like there is a chance
that they could amaze people.
I think there is more of a chance that
One of those sluts could convince a
sexually active man that they are virgins.
They would not be my headache if
They would not steal my writing and use it.
They only want to be famous and rich.
Other people's lives mean nothing to them.
💩

I'm not that kind of person

When you look back
it's funny how you notice all the things
you never took the time to see before.
Your mind spins on a needle
to the beat of your own heart.
Like now it all matters.
Like yesterday is today.
It's all you can see.
Memories are the best vacation.
Until they hurt.
Then they haunt you.
And they hold you down
To the nightmare that only mirrors


By
Jessica Singleton

It is late and I'm randomly blogging

I am up to late. I don't sleep until- morning. I don't get it. I go out later to pay bills. Good for me. I don't have a problem with Iran or any nationality that comes from there. I was rejected by a guy and now there must be something wrong with me because I did not want to be used.
I'm still in love with the pi55 ant but I can do what ever I want.

I like color. Mostly dark hair.


Poem for today:::
By Jessica Singleton

I must be pathetic.
I just can't help myself, if you
Would love me and pretend to say
things you don't mean.
I need you and I want your twitch.
You can lie to the other girls.
They are so caught up in using your time
That their lack of self awareness runs
As short as the time they spend
thinking for their self .
But I love you and it hurts to know
how little I mean to you.
I keep making it harder to get over you.
The more I daydream-
The more I lie to myself.
You don't have to care who you hurt.
Because you don't know how this feels.
You bathe in other people's light.
And I'm still alone.
Broken and filled with the past
that no one knows .
You cannot possibly know what to say.

List for today in my opinion

Okay I get treated funny but not in a laughing way.
So I get asked how I feel. I doubt that they care.
So here is my personal play list for today...

Song choice for the way I feel about today-

1. Twinkle twinkle little star ⭐️


Perfect dinner
Hot wings , fried okra,  fried green tomatoes , French fries , cheddar corn bread


The best drink
Pepsi

Poem

Alone by eap
Tragedy by js
Pain has an element of blank by ed
Dream within a dream by eap