a little way in time

i have been really down lately okay i am lying-
honestly
i am not sad but more on the conscious side
i have realised that all i used to hold dear to me is slipping
away
away into time as we know it
honestly i dont see how i fit into the new order of the day
is it that in between me loosing all the things or the people that i hold dear
i am loosing myself?

a lifetime of meanings

"everybody's looking for that something
something that makes it all complete
we find it in the strangest places
places we never knew it could be..."
i think i have found one of those places
and for me it is Camp Highroad
mmm is it because there i can be the pyro that i am inside? lol
the answer is a simple no
its because of the rare opportunity that i get
one that allows me to meet and work with
some awesome persons
this year i met and connected with some people on a level that was surely unexpected
most importantly is that of the captivating quality at camp that is it's christian atmosphere
it is so welcoming and warm much like Jessies pies
then there is the nature itself all 500 and umteenth acres of it
when you love without qualms you give way to awesome friendships
Tiff ,Maj, Justin, Tania, Bradd, Alacia thanks for being you.... age is nothing but a number,
Jon, Dan, Laurie and Natalie, Faz and Mike, Steven and Meagan love ya loads,
Justine, Vince, Sarah, Sarah, Erin, Rob, Crispy, Kim Daniel, Daniel totally had to put you two beside each other
i had a great time with you all
i'll miss you this year

a trip in time

i remember in years past how much i spent a great deal of my time writing poetry- heck i even taught creative writing anyway i thought i would share two poems that are on the web site
www.poetry.com

Hurt

inhibitions for a dying soul are restless for peace
the innner cry for a aching child longs for release
what bitter things this world offers when facade eats the very soul?
a lie on the lips- the truth wrapped with whips
a hurting laughing mother
struggles.
Melissa Rose-Ann MoncrieffeCopyright ©2002 Melissa Moncrieffe

Who Am I?

i look in the mirror and what do i see?
two little black eyes staring at me
one turned up nose and a pouty mouth
asking the question what am i all about?
a wishful glance,looking to see
what they say is my hidden beauty
but all i see is years of pain
unwashed tears
so, i'll look away
who am i?
a troubled soul?
a darken heart?
a life untold?
i am me!!!
MYSTERY
Melissa Rose Ann MoncrieffeCopyright ©2002 Melissa Moncrieffe

Our Parts

an echo resounds

yet no one speaks,

the strength is mustered

yet one is weak,

a teardrop falls yet no one cries,

the truth is uttered

yet it's all lies

a heart it beats

yet life's all gone,

the night falls quickly

yet it's already dawn,

the gift of life gives us roles-roles where

a smile is offered-daily

an ear is given-readily

a job is done-earnestly

a shoulder is on loan-willingly

a chance is taken-wholeheartedly

an arm's outstretched-constantly.

Copyright ©2002 Melissa Rose - Ann Moncrieffe

All I want for christmas is...

tall tress laden with popcorn wreaths, a shiny angel smiling all holy-like, carols been sung by passerbys... opps i mean by me in the shower
wow sounds like christmas to me
should we still keep the tradition of telling our kids that there is a Santa Claus?
do let me know your take on that notion
personally i think there is a bit of jolly old Nick in everyone so frankly there is a
Santa Claus
but what is more important is what he represents and that may mean somethimg different to and for each and everyone of us all
but take time to note
'that baby all I want for christmas is you!!
yummy tootsie roll

LAUNDRY ANYONE?

this is the way we wash our clothes so early in the morning
JAMAICAN CREOLE
what a stress mi chile
at bout 12 a clack inna di mawning
mi bradda im wife an miself decide to go du some washing
who eva ear sey people wash at dem deh god forsaken hour?
anyway a suh dem shat it a foreign
mi dear chile
mi did juss haffi jump pon di bandwagon and hole me space
lol
it neva did too bad the only thing is dat mi tired
dis is certenly a new chapta inna fi mi book
washing inna di early mawning
i gess everytime one com a fareign dem lern sinting new
nuh matta wha age you be
as fi mi taughts run
kiss teeth mi caan bodda up miself cause mi feel dat is a waste of time
ENGLISH TRANSLATION
but look at this (it is an expression for listen to this fact)
at 12 o'clock in the morning
my brother his wife and myself decided that we were going to do some washing
who has ever heard of people going to the laundrymat at that hour in the morning to do washing?
i guess that is how they do it in the United States
my friends
i just had to smile and go along with it
it was not a bad experience the only thing is right now i am a bit tired
this is something new that deserves its own chapter in my book
washing in the morning
i guess you will always be learning something new in life
as for my thoughts well....
i just cant be bothered with anything

this year like many before it represented a melting pot for me
i got to learn a little bit more about some other cultures that were not my own
and i got to tell about mine
i met alot of really cool people so a shout out for all those who represented
SOUTH AFRICA, ENGLAND, SCOTLAND, AUSTRAILIA, NEW ZEALAND,GERMANY, THE UNITED STATES, TEXAS!! (it's its own country as far as i know)
and that was the way we washed our clothes so early tuesday morning

made you look

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The dreaded Scale

may I have a snicker bar?
I'm thinking I can but others doubt that I can
umm do I seem bitter?
thats because I am
my weight seems to be on the top
of my mom's TO TALK ABOUT LIST
right about now I'm munching on my imaginary snicker bar(maybe that will satisfy her)
not satisfying me nearly enough
I think I'll just go for the real deal
see ya later
I'm feeling for CHOCOLATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
anyway moving along to more interesting news

I found out that there is a man in the moon
how? I'm guessing you are asking
mm well I decided to do some investigation and lo and behold I found this
http://perdurabo10.tripod.com/id228.html
so clearly there has been a man on the moon
ahem... i mean MEN on the moon
I recall making a wish much like others to MR. MOON MAN I dont know if they came true
but I'm such a sucker for silly things like that so I am going to lie and say my wishes did come through for me
I mean look at me....
...hold a pin maybe they didn't come through after all
ah well.... we can only ask for so many things

chasing liberty

Round and round the cobbler's bench
The monkey chased the weasel,
The monkey thought 'twas all in fun
Pop! Goes the weasel.
why do we spend our useful and precious time going around the
cobbler's bench chasing the monkey?
is it not easier to just belt out a simple command?
this summer i asked a friend of mine a question
a simple one at that
i recall sitting on a log beside the climbing wall and trying to word the sentense correctly
as i said before this was a simple question
and it was
why do guys never say what they mean?
i waited with baited breath actually, for a response that seemed in its own way to be MIA,
then fianally, with a staight face my friend said
"it's because we are just as afraid of rejection as you all are"
looking back i think i should have honsetly said why do we all go around the bush
and like my friend i will say
that is is because we all are afraid to be honest with our emotions and we all fear rejection in any form.
person 1: you you like me?
person 2: why do you think that?
person 1: do you know how hard it is to ask someone if they like you?
person 2: do you know how hard it is to admit it?
i'm tired of chasing....
what about you?
how about we both take a chance?
who knows... maybe together?
I've no time to plead and pine,
I've no time to wheedle,
Kiss me quick and then I'm gone
Pop! Goes the weasel.

What's my name?

What's in a name?
a rose by any other name would still smell as sweet.... (I know i've forgotten the line, ah well forgive me Mr. Shakespare)
I was given the name Melissa Rose- Ann Moncrieffe on the 3rd of March 1981
yet as I sit and ponder as what to type I wonder really what is my name?
maybe it's
Mell-O-Drama
Readybug
Meister
Bug
Mel
Lisa
Mel Mel
Mellie
Auntie
Hon
Sister
Daughter
Friend
should I go on? maybe not
however when I think about it
there is only one word that really rings the bell....
you know the best name fitting for me.
how often do I look down on others just because their ideas, thoughts, actions and words go in the opposite direction of what I may deem the best route?
how often do I try to shape those thoughts, actions, ideas and words into mini replicas turned out from the perfect mold which I have created?
how often have I in the deep confines of my mind
harboured the same thoughts, actions, words and ideas that I sought so badly to change?
mmmmmmmmm
I have a name
we all do
but mine is
HYPOCRITE
what is yours?

nor-mal-i-ty/ nor-mal-i-dy

blue is the colour if the day
who's up for normality?
i am
but what is it?
where did it originate from?
i guess like that '...........................ole tootsie pop riddle the world may never know.
the answer,
my take, however, is quite simple
is it normal to have green grass?
cause i dont recall any on my front yard, maybe its not the green grass that makes it normal
maybe its the day to day rituals that we do
( you know the washing of the face... well i would hope you all do so)
or the simple way in which we converse with the one who means alot
what exactly is normality?
normality is whatever you want it to be
for me? i guess it is mixing a bit of Mell-O-Drama with the harsh set of reality
they make a good combo dont you think?
frankly i say No to normality and edge a bit more to
nomalidy (what is that exactly? i dont know but i'll deal with it when that bird flies)

my life

when i was just a little child i wonder what i'd be
when i was just a little child a ......... i would be
it is silly because at times i wonder how true i am in regards to living my life
you know, living it just the way i want to
without qualms as to who thinks im being a nut or just being an ass
i figure that i havent been living my life for me at all
but rather living it to fit the design of what i think and know is expected of me
maybe its time for me to blech out my flavour
and right now its screaming
let me be ME