It's Sad But True by Carole Rae

Instead of doing my "Thursday Book Teaser" I want to post something random. I want to post this poem that I wrote a few months ago and posted on my side blog with my pals. I wrote it randomly before work when I was upset at my now boyfriend who was being a butt one day. Haha. *Note - At the time we were "just friends" and he wasn't sure he wanted to even be my friend or anything more. Plus I was scared of dating again due to some crushing breakhearts in my past. He was chasing this girl Beth (unknowing to me at the time) then he gave her the boot and started wooing me. It was cute, but at the time I was so crushed by his cold attention for a while.*

The blog is a lot of fun. In the end this blog is going to be turned into a book. That is our dream. We are writing tales, poems, and etc from our lives to use an example for others to follow or not follow. It's sort of like the Chicken Soup books. While Reece and Victoria we at a restaurant going over the table of contents and details about our future book a man walked up to them and started chatting with them about our "book". He said that when we get it published and get the name out and about and then he'll make it a movie or TV show. FUN! He gave them his name and number and etc. Hopefully this guy is legit. No pressure, but if you want to view the blog click here. My pen name is Anna Rae.

Well, here's my poem that I am so proud of:

It's Sad But True

by: CaroleRae/AnnaRae

It's sad but true,
For I don't need you.
I don't need that thing called love.
For love is as fickle as the doves
That fly by without a care.
For even they know that true love leads to despair
The evidence is easy to be seen.
For love was not even worth it for the Virgin Queen,
Who was the product of a love that went deadly wrong.
For none can love that long.

I do not need you to love me good sir,
For I am strong and none can demur
This fact, for mine eyes has seen its fair share of hurts
For the world is a pervert
And loves to play games and never play by the same rules
For the world is unfair, unforgiving, and simply just cruel.
Many times this heart of mine has been smashed,
For love and flirtations always seem to backlash
And I always end up alone and ran through the mud,
For not even my own flesh and blood
Would stay with me and be by my side
For this I will never be the blushing bride.

It's sad but ultimately true,
For I don't need you.
I don't need that thing called love,
For love is as fickle as the doves
Who know that none ever get the love they deserve
For love expires. So excuse me while I swerve
And avoid that volatile thing called love.
For even the fickle doves
Know that love is a game of cards
For which I have no hope to win because I am so scarred.

It's sad but true,
For I wish I had you,
But why would you want someone like me?
So please don't look at me -
The way you do or how you make me -
Feel so important or how you make my heart feel so free.
Please just let me be,
You cruel, cruel lovable man, you.

Who, What, Where?

A weekly meme created by Melissa over at My World in Words & Pages. You share just a bit about where you are, who you are with, and what is happening in your current read. Be careful not share any major spoilers. 

Happy Wednesday everyone! Sorry for lack of posting. Life has been crazy the last few days. Haha. Anyways...this week I'll be sharing a little WWW for The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde. I've been dying to read this for years. However, I'm a werido and I prefer owning the classics that I read (besides for short ones like Of Mice and Men, since it took me just a couple days to gobble down). I finally stumbled upon this at a Frankenmuth used book store. Yes, I go to Frankenmuth and I find myself in one of their book stores. I'm a true book-addict. 

I'm with Jim and Mama Vane in 19th century England at their small abode behind the theater. They are discussing the insanity, but also the wiseness of the engagement between their little Sybil and "Prince Charming". Jim is not a happy camper and says that "Prince Charming" better love his little sister for life or he'll hunt him down and kill him. Mama Vane, though impressed by the melodramatics of her son, is telling him to calm down and that all will be well. 

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<3CaroleRae

Book Review: Of Mice and Men

Author: John Steinbeck

Title: Of Mice and Men
Genre:classics, Historical Fiction, YA
Pages: 107

First Published: 1937
Where I Got It: borrowed from Library


"The tragic story of the complex bond between two migrant laborers in Central California. They are George Milton and Lennie Small, itinerant ranch hands who dream of one day owning a small farm. George acts as a father figure to Lennie, who is a very large, simple-minded man, calming him and helping to rein in his immense physical strength."




I read this in High School a few years ago. I remembered I liked it and so I decided to give this another read, just for the heck of it.

Again...I am stunned that this is a YA book and read in a High School setting. I feel like it is a little more mature and I am stunned that the prudish school boards and all them allowed this book to be read in Freshmen classes and the rest of them. I mean its not R rated or anything, but there is some mature scenes. 

But yeah, I do like this book. It's a complex and simple story of the human condition. It delves into the most complex creatures on this Earth....humans. It talks about how humans like to feel superior and make the weak feel weaker. They love using others weaknesses against them. 

It's a good, quick read that makes you think and I like that. If you read the classics, you need to read this one. I hate the ending, though. I love my tragedies and I seen this ending coming, but I loath it. I feel that John Steinbeck should have gave an ending that gives hope for human kind and that people can be better, but no. No. No. No. *Sighs* I understand what he was pointing out with the last scene, but still.....

In the end, I recommend this for those that like to think with books and for those that love the classics. It's a simple and quick book, but it really does make you think. I wish I could make this review longer, but I can't go into much detail for anything I say is a spoiler. Haha. Overall, I stamp this book with a four. 

Favorite Character(s): Lennie, George, and the dog.
Not-so Favorite Character(s): everyone else.

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<3CaroleRae

Friday Flash Fiction #25

Every Monday Dottie over at Tink's Place (or Carole Rae/me) posts a picture and on Friday we share a story to go along with the picture. The story has to be about 350 or so words.

Didn't get this done until now. I was way too tired to finish it yesterday. Haha. Forewarning...that poem in the middle of the story is an old-ish one of mine and I thought of it when I seen this picture, so I decided to toss it in at the end and twist the story around it. 

Emotions

by: Carole Rae

Screaming your name, I removed my heels and stumbled up the slippery stones in search for you. The moors rushed in front of me, but all the love I had for the moors vanished because I could not find you. Where are you? Where are you my love? I set my lamp down and looked up towards the opening sky and I heard your voice. I called your name again, but your voice stopped. HER voice, or what I think would be her voice, took place. She laughed and she whispered among the wind, “His heart belongs with me.”

Tears began streaming down my face and fell onto the already wet stones, “No. He hates you. I will NOT let you take him away from me.”

She laughed and laughed, “He will be mine again.”

“I WILL NOT LET YOU WIN!” I yelled back.

“YOU FOOL! YOU DAMNED FOOL? DO YOU NOT SEE? DO YOU NOT HEAR HIM WHISPER MY NAME IN THE DARK! HE HAS NEVER EVEN SAID I LOVE YOU YET!” The wind blew and I pushed down dress and glared at the light.

I winced, but I still declared,“I WILL WIN! HE WILL LOVE ME!”

The wind blew and whistled louder then anything I've ever heard.

I snapped awake. Sweating was dripping down my face and I was shaking. I sat there on the couch a moment before I realized where the loud whistling was coming from. My tea was going off. I sighed and looked down at my trembling hands. What none sense that dream was. However...I could still feel the lingering jealousy that heated my blood. What if my dream was right? What if he still loved that bitch? That whore? I had never felt the sting of jealousy and despair before.

I pulled myself from the couch and went over to the kitchen and grabbed myself a cup of tea, before sitting down back on the couch. I sighed and took a sip. With a sigh, I set down my tea and grabbed my writing pad. I began writing...writing always relieved my emotions and removed them from my body.

Jealousy

Just outrageous of me to compare myself to her.

Everyone says that she is a bitch and a whore

A fact is a fact, but that doesn't mean you still don't

Love her

Or wish I was her.

Usually I don't care, but I can't stop thinking about it.

So it is true you are with me...for now.

You may think me nuts, but if she wanted you back badly enough she will....she will.

I slammed the pen down as I finished writing these words. Rage, menace, and most of all...longing burned through my veins. I stared out the window and took a deep breath. It was not my greatest work, but I could feel the emotions slowly draining. Thank God.

My phone rang and I knew it was him. I picked up, “Hey.”

“Hey Rebecca.” Whispered his velvety voice.

“Whats up?”

There was a moment of silence and then he replied, “Guess who showed up at my place earlier?”

“She did...didn't she?” I could feel the emotions spilling back into my veins. That whore was going to get it.

“Yeah,” He laughed, “She was all dolled up and was trying to seduce me. I just slammed the door in her face.”

That should have contented me, but my veins was running with every bad emotion, “You should have just fucked her, Jack. I know you still love her.”

“What? What are you talking about?”

“C'mon. We've only been dating four months and you still love her. She wants you back. You should have taken that ship when it came.”

“I can't.”

“Why?”

“Because....because I love you Rebecca.”

My heart stopped a moment, “Oh, Jack. I love you too.”

I could hear the smile in his voice, “Thank God. I was terrified you wouldn't say it back.”

“I've loved you since I met you, Jack.”

“Same here.”

~The End.~