Plan B

December 22, 2017


She doesn't like it. Nope. 
As she watches the death throes of the creature by her left boot, her brain festers with all the rotten ideas she has for revenge.

Crunch, snap, pop pop, crackle, smush.
Silence. And good riddance, stupid thing. Too stupid to live. Just like him.

She folds her arms, still rocking her left heel. 
He isn't stupid. That the's problem A problem that puts a hitch in her many plans. That he isn't stupid is also a reason she fell for him.

Son of a bitch.
Smoosh. Smear. 

Twisting her heel, she scratches her nose at the same time. That scab. It's so irritating. It will probably leave a mark. Not cool Not cool at all.

She spins and walks toward the front of the building, her left boot leaving a macabre trail in her wake.

She stops. Tries not to pick the scab by her right ear.

"Asshole. Motherfucker." She bursts into tears. A hot flood of ugly, ugly tears and hiccuping breaths.

Her chest feels like it will cave in, and she feels faint, until the white hot spark of hate flares once more, and saves her from death by broken heart.

Betrayed? She'll show him betrayal. She'll show him what it means to love something so damned much that you can't breathe, and how it feels to lose that something, to find that something is a lie, a god damned dirty fucking lie, the worst kind of lie, such a...

Painful. 
She becomes silent with the stark realization that there is a gargantuan flaw in her plan.

He doesn't love anything.

Time for Plan B.


 

twenty minutes...

December 12, 2017


He didn't understand. Ten minutes had passed. Ten minutes since the incident. The incident that caused him to push the button. A button he had not wanted to press, but it was protocol. He'd been well trained in protocol. He'd been programmed. Brain washed. He had to be,otherwise he'd never have pressed the damned button. The scariest button he had ever encountered, and ever would. 

Only a brainwashed human would press THE BUTTON.
 
Twelve minutes. Twelve minutes and still nothing. This was entir...

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current mood-- of the top of my head

November 16, 2017


I don’t know what I’m doing, what I’m doing

I know what I want, want

But I don’t know what I’m doing, doing

I can’t have what I want, want

One moment swept up in sheer bliss

The next in crippling doubt

A moment, a respite, of heavens of laughter

A lifetime of crippling doubt

 

I don’t know what I’m doing, what I’m doing

I found what I want, want

I can’t seem to have it, have it

I can’t ever have what I want, want

One day, just one day of no worries, no fears

Just one day, one day I do...


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it isn't a place

August 11, 2017



Wisps of clouds streaking the blue I gaze upon. Sun’s reflection on the water.
It’s yellow diamond.
Sail boats skim by in many directions and gulls whine. Swallows chatter while liquid laps at rocks, docks and shore.
A dog sets a ball at my feet. I throw it. He is happy. I smile.
Children laugh in the distance.
There are scents; some are salt, smoke, dirt, air and food. People.

Yet I am removed from it all, even as I spy couples talking and holding hands.

A trip through a residential ...

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listen to...

January 19, 2017


There's a lot of advice out there about a lot of different things. And here I go, adding to te plethora of pages. However, I believe I'm about to tell you to ignore all of that advice-- at least on a particular subject-- and this isn't the same ole advice, because I can sum it up by saying, quite simply:

Listen to your own gut and heart.

When to give up, when to dig in. Relationships, jobs, blah blah. What makes those advice givers any more correct on the situation than the person experiencing ...

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guardian at the gate

January 10, 2017


My trips south into the Oregon coast always, without fail, have one thing in common.

I must stop at North Head lighthouse, even if only for five minutes, before crossing into Oregon.

It's become a symbol. A ritual. A superstition. I must pay my respects to the keeper of the gate -- the lighthouse that is the guardian of my portal into another realm. My happy happy place, my therapy. My rejuvenation. My ZEN. 

I'm certain it began to stick in my head originally, as it was the first bonafide on-a-c...

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loving fiercely

January 3, 2017


-blows off dust-

Love fiercely.
LOVE.
FIERCELY.

It's scary. It's difficult, because your brain gets in the way with all of those "what ifs." It signals a certain loss of control, at least in bursts.

You do it for fandoms, without thought. Why not people? Life?

Some won't understand you. They'll call it obsession. Is that so--

You know, I was about to write how obsession isn't what I'm talking about, but fuck that. Be obsessed with life. A thing. A person. A color. Whatever.

Sometimes it hurts. Often,...

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Feeling the Bern, Seattle

March 21, 2016



First day of Spring, 2016. Bernie Sanders came to the Key arena. I had to work, but left a bit early to see what I could see.

I had never been to a political rally, for various reasons. But I like this man. He feels like one of us. Put aside your political leanings if you must, and please read on. This is a reaction not to policy, but something else. Something universal.

I am so glad I took the chance and drove over. They say over 30,000 people showed up. Double what the venue would hold. So no...

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Goals aka The Run

March 17, 2016



Went for a run just now. Third day in a row, after having run once a week for the last three weeks. I thought to myself, self? Just an easy run today. Right calf is a bit stiff, you will be lucky to make two miles. But two miles is good, and it's better than no miles.

So I'm out doing my thing. It's a lovely, sunny day. I'm sore, but not enough to allow myself to stop. I say to self, self? Get that first mile. Okay, got it. Surely we can get that second. Sure...okay. Let's do it.

So I did it, a...
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...

February 22, 2016


It's a scent
           a sigh
A caught breath when finger brushes thigh

The very thought of you
  sound of you
  sight of you

You're an idea 
A constant presence
You're an ache never cured
  a longing
  an itch

Scratch Scratch
leaving trenches
Still not satiated, just left bloody

It's maddening
    you're madness
Madness


...sanity's overrated.



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Plan B

Posted by Sherry Roit on Friday, December 22, 2017


She doesn't like it. Nope. 
As she watches the death throes of the creature by her left boot, her brain festers with all the rotten ideas she has for revenge.

Crunch, snap, pop pop, crackle, smush.
Silence. And good riddance, stupid thing. Too stupid to live. Just like him.

She folds her arms, still rocking her left heel. 
He isn't stupid. That the's problem A problem that puts a hitch in her many plans. That he isn't stupid is also a reason she fell for him.

Son of a bitch.
Smoosh. Smear. 

Twisting ...

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twenty minutes...

Posted by Sherry Roit on Tuesday, December 12, 2017


He didn't understand. Ten minutes had passed. Ten minutes since the incident. The incident that caused him to push the button. A button he had not wanted to press, but it was protocol. He'd been well trained in protocol. He'd been programmed. Brain washed. He had to be,otherwise he'd never have pressed the damned button. The scariest button he had ever encountered, and ever would. 

Only a brainwashed human would press THE BUTTON.
 
Twelve minutes. Twelve minutes and still nothing. This was entir...

Continue reading...
 

current mood-- of the top of my head

Posted by Sherry Roit on Thursday, November 16, 2017 In : Writing 


I don’t know what I’m doing, what I’m doing

I know what I want, want

But I don’t know what I’m doing, doing

I can’t have what I want, want

One moment swept up in sheer bliss

The next in crippling doubt

A moment, a respite, of heavens of laughter

A lifetime of crippling doubt

 

I don’t know what I’m doing, what I’m doing

I found what I want, want

I can’t seem to have it, have it

I can’t ever have what I want, want

One day, just one day of no worries, no fears

Just one day, one day I do...


Continue reading...
 

it isn't a place

Posted by Sherry Roit on Friday, August 11, 2017 In : Writing 



Wisps of clouds streaking the blue I gaze upon. Sun’s reflection on the water.
It’s yellow diamond.
Sail boats skim by in many directions and gulls whine. Swallows chatter while liquid laps at rocks, docks and shore.
A dog sets a ball at my feet. I throw it. He is happy. I smile.
Children laugh in the distance.
There are scents; some are salt, smoke, dirt, air and food. People.

Yet I am removed from it all, even as I spy couples talking and holding hands.

A trip through a residential ...

Continue reading...
 

listen to...

Posted by Sherry Roit on Thursday, January 19, 2017


There's a lot of advice out there about a lot of different things. And here I go, adding to te plethora of pages. However, I believe I'm about to tell you to ignore all of that advice-- at least on a particular subject-- and this isn't the same ole advice, because I can sum it up by saying, quite simply:

Listen to your own gut and heart.

When to give up, when to dig in. Relationships, jobs, blah blah. What makes those advice givers any more correct on the situation than the person experiencing ...

Continue reading...
 
 

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