"The Potpourri Diaries"

poem about my smoking shed, feb 18, 06

MY SMOKING SHED--OH NO!! ANOTHER ATTEMPT AT PROSE!

mood: sad

music: NONE

My boyfriend hates that I started smoking, so he built me a little place to smoke in out in the backyard. The place is inside a rusty shed. It has some spaceheaters and a bunch of books. A lot of times, I am out there IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT. Its really Lonely so thats why I added the photo of the screen door.
OKAY, GET READY ANOTHER ATTEMPT AT PROSE. I USED TO BE GOOD AT IT. I WON A FEW POETRY AWARDS IN HIGH SCHOOL! OH WELL



"THE SHED"

All alone in a shed,
In the middle of the night
with heat lamps burning and false candlelight.
I have just finished a book
and I am taking a drag from a cancer stick
that has become my whole life.
The street cleaner is buzzing from a few blocks away,
And I cannot understand why I still stay.
There are ashes on my pants, and South Park slippers on my feet,
newspapers on the crumbling floor and my diet drink.
I am lonely for the man inside or maybe just the internet and all my lost pride.
I light another while I sit here and think
Is he waiting for me or does he just hate that I stink?


All this was here before I came, before he even knew my name
I miss him, but I want to be alone,
to try and understand the mess that my life has become.
Virginia Slims and drugs and nothing important.
Rusty and old at Twenty-nine,
I suppose this shed is all I have left of my former happier self
I might as well go in now,
I've smoked up a pack or two,
I cut out the light and thats what i do.

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mood: sad

music: NONE

My boyfriend hates that I started smoking, so he built me a little place to smoke in out in the backyard. The place is inside a rusty shed. It has some spaceheaters and a bunch of books. A lot of times, I am out there IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT. Its really Lonely so thats why I added the photo of the screen door.
OKAY, GET READY ANOTHER ATTEMPT AT PROSE. I USED TO BE GOOD AT IT. I WON A FEW POETRY AWARDS IN HIGH SCHOOL! OH WELL



"THE SHED"

All alone in a shed,
In the middle of the night
with heat lamps burning and false candlelight.
I have just finished a book
and I am taking a drag from a cancer stick
that has become my whole life.
The street cleaner is buzzing from a few blocks away,
And I cannot understand why I still stay.
There are ashes on my pants, and South Park slippers on my feet,
newspapers on the crumbling floor and my diet drink.
I am lonely for the man inside or maybe just the internet and all my lost pride.
I light another while I sit here and think
Is he waiting for me or does he just hate that I stink?


All this was here before I came, before he even knew my name
I miss him, but I want to be alone,
to try and understand the mess that my life has become.
Virginia Slims and drugs and nothing important.
Rusty and old at Twenty-nine,
I suppose this shed is all I have left of my former happier self
I might as well go in now,
I've smoked up a pack or two,
I cut out the light and thats what i do.

Best poem about turning 30! feb, 6 06

FUNNY POEM I WROTE ABOUT GETTING OLD!!

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OVER THE HILL````30!

A Poem

I need some Centrum Silver,

And a package of Depends,

The road to thirty has given me some unlikely new friends,

Like Diet shakes and Body aches,

Doctor’s offices and Insurance Flakes,

METAMUCIL! SURE GIVE ME A HIT!

Pot, coke, and speed!  That’s only for kids with zits,

At dinner, I am in awe, for it seems that my meal is VERY, VERY Small

No dessert for me, nope not at all, since my metabolism has now come to a crawl,

After dinner, I’ll go down and pick up my new walker,

Oh, did I fail to mention to the pharmacist that I am quite the pill popper?

Now, I am in my red robe and slippers, why has my stomach become so very vicious

I suppose I’ll take an ex-lax or two,

It’s not like I was going to stay up and SCREW!

Back in bed at a quarter past nine, I think being a cat lady will be JUST FINE,

I might as well go to bed; I don’t have anything else to do,

Plus, I think I am getting a cold too!

As I go off to bed at a child’s bedtime,

I am over the hill,

What a terrible fait!

But it does happen to everyone, so you just wait!

Copyright Annemieke Jeanette Patterson

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OVER THE HILL````30!

A Poem

I need some Centrum Silver,

And a package of Depends,

The road to thirty has given me some unlikely new friends,

Like Diet shakes and Body aches,

Doctor’s offices and Insurance Flakes,

METAMUCIL! SURE GIVE ME A HIT!

Pot, coke, and speed!  That’s only for kids with zits,

At dinner, I am in awe, for it seems that my meal is VERY, VERY Small

No dessert for me, nope not at all, since my metabolism has now come to a crawl,

After dinner, I’ll go down and pick up my new walker,

Oh, did I fail to mention to the pharmacist that I am quite the pill popper?

Now, I am in my red robe and slippers, why has my stomach become so very vicious

I suppose I’ll take an ex-lax or two,

It’s not like I was going to stay up and SCREW!

Back in bed at a quarter past nine, I think being a cat lady will be JUST FINE,

I might as well go to bed; I don’t have anything else to do,

Plus, I think I am getting a cold too!

As I go off to bed at a child’s bedtime,

I am over the hill,

What a terrible fait!

But it does happen to everyone, so you just wait!

Copyright Annemieke Jeanette Patterson

Nearly Conformist-poem sept 27, 04

NEARLY CONFORMIST

mood: drained

music: NONE

ICING ON THE CAKE
COLORED SPECTRUM OVER THE CHOCOLATE
RED, BLUE, GREEN
CONVERSE CANVAS
COLD ASPALT
WARM LIGHT
DAILY ROUNTINES
I AM NOT ME ANYMORE
LOST SENSE OF SELF
SHOESHIES
TUNA AND RICE CAKES
STICKY SPERM
JOB INTERVIEWS
SILVER SUICIDE
ICING ON THE CAKE
COLORED SPECTRUM OVER THE CHOCOLATE
RED, BLUE, GREEN
I AM NEARLY A CONFORMIST
DO YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN?

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mood: drained

music: NONE

ICING ON THE CAKE
COLORED SPECTRUM OVER THE CHOCOLATE
RED, BLUE, GREEN
CONVERSE CANVAS
COLD ASPALT
WARM LIGHT
DAILY ROUNTINES
I AM NOT ME ANYMORE
LOST SENSE OF SELF
SHOESHIES
TUNA AND RICE CAKES
STICKY SPERM
JOB INTERVIEWS
SILVER SUICIDE
ICING ON THE CAKE
COLORED SPECTRUM OVER THE CHOCOLATE
RED, BLUE, GREEN
I AM NEARLY A CONFORMIST
DO YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN?

Poem about my "Legal" drug use-sept 04

The pill box

Be careful what you wish for,
I thought I had you,
but the pill box told me different,
getting on with my life,
trying to change,
the months, the years
the days, the weeks, the hours,
different colors, different shapes,
Monday, orange and round
Tuesday, blue, i tried to change for you,
Wednesday, little trees
thursday, huge and white
friday, maybe a little alcohol will make it all right,
God is laughing
I feel it inside
I thought I had you,
but the pill box told me different.

not that great, just trying to simply say that i wished to live with paul and i got my wish but it got all fucked up, first i tryed to change antideppressants. then i got endometrois, I have no sex drive, i tryed pot to dull the pain and give me a sex drive, didn't happen, now i'm on vicoden. makes me sleepy and depressed. pills just rule my life, and are destroying things.

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Be careful what you wish for,
I thought I had you,
but the pill box told me different,
getting on with my life,
trying to change,
the months, the years
the days, the weeks, the hours,
different colors, different shapes,
Monday, orange and round
Tuesday, blue, i tried to change for you,
Wednesday, little trees
thursday, huge and white
friday, maybe a little alcohol will make it all right,
God is laughing
I feel it inside
I thought I had you,
but the pill box told me different.

not that great, just trying to simply say that i wished to live with paul and i got my wish but it got all fucked up, first i tryed to change antideppressants. then i got endometrois, I have no sex drive, i tryed pot to dull the pain and give me a sex drive, didn't happen, now i'm on vicoden. makes me sleepy and depressed. pills just rule my life, and are destroying things.

My song called "the real world" aug 13, 2002

OLD KARATE PHOTOS-Nov, 21, 2001

Some old karate buds, Alan, Brad and Pumpkin..2001

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GETTING MY YELLOW BELT!!!!!!!  FEB 21 2002

ME WITH NEW YELLOW BELT

LAST BELT EVER RECEIVED... 8/8/02 ORANGE BELT

IS NOW JUNE 13 2005,   CHECK THIS THE FUCK OUT!! I WAS TAKING SHOTOKAN KARATE FOR ABOUT TWO YEARS. I QUIT AFTER I GOT MY ORANGE BELT AND JEFF"S KARATE SCHOOL WENT DOWN THE TOILET. UNDERNEATH IS THEN.

WROTE THIS AT DR. BROWN'S OFFICE THE DAY AFTER I GOT MY ORANGE BELT. IT WAS ABOUT MY GREAT ACHIEVEMENT, BUT THE REAL WORLD CAME BACK FOR ME DIDN"T GIVE ME ANY TIME TO CELEBRATE.

AUGUST 9,2002- 2:30 p.m.

VERSE
JUST ACHIEVED
NO CHANCE TO BREATH

LIFE DOESN"T CARE
CAN"T GET ANYWHERE

PUSHED LIKE HELL
BODY ALMOST FELL

FINALLY WON, ONE CHANCE IN THE SUN
THE NEXT DAY, WORLD TOOK IT ALL AWAY

CHORUS
FIX THIS, FIX, THAT
PAY THIS, PAY, THAT
FEAR THIS, FEAR THAT

WHAT'S THE MUTHER FUCKIN POINT????

VERSE
FUCK THE CRACKED BONES
FUCK THE BLOODY TEARS

PAIN IS NOTHING
DESPITE THE YEARS

SHAKE IT OFF, YOU FUCKIN BITCH
YOUR"RE NOT ALLOWED TO CATCH YOUR PITCH

SMILE FOR THE CAMERA, JUST FOR A NIGHT
FOR WHEN TOMMORROW COMES IT'S BACK TO THE FIGHT.

CHORUS
FIX THAT, FIX THAT
PAY THIS, PAY THAT
FEAR THIS, FEAR THAT

WHAT"S THE MUTHER FUCKIN POINT?????????

NO APPLAUSE PLEASE!!!!!!!!!

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