Games, Games 😘😘

I think it's hilarious that I created a game I am 100% uncomfortable playing. 

I made a game called questions, which are 150 questions you ask people over drinks and time. There are a number or sexual and personal questions. More things I'm curious about regarding others, not so much what I can respond to. Mostly cause I'm quite the coward. And I end up judging myself for whatever I say. 

But I like this kind of high (how I currently feel). Wine makes mi tipsy, but not the type of tipsy that stops my impulse control (like other drinks), and leads to self hate. 

I also really like my cohort. A certain group. And I wish I was less awkward (at least in my head). 

Happy day light savings kids. Church in 5hrs, quite doubtful considering the time but I'll try.

 🙈🙉🙊

xo

Mi

Happy Ending.

There is a boy talking to a girl and another girl.

And that other girl is she.

There is a boy talking to a girl and another girl.

The girl does not know it.

There is a boy talking to a girl and another girl.

She has seen this situation before.

There is a boy talking to a girl and another girl.

She was the girl in the last situation.

There is a boy talking to a girl and another girl.

'Is this reverse Karma??' She asks.

There is a boy talking to a girl and another girl.

The girl thinks of she as a friend.

There is a boy talking to a girl and another girl.

She does not know what she thinks of the girl.

There is a boy talking to a girl and another girl.

She feels a little guilty.

There is a boy talking to a girl and another girl.

But like watching a train wreck, she cant stop.

There is a boy talking to a girl and another girl.

Theres about to be two out of three happy endings. 

Game of Chance

That moment when you look down on the bed at her face and realize that there, bare and unprotected, lies your heart.
That moment when you suddenly realize, with fear, that she holds your life source in her fragile hands.
That moment hen you realize that with one squeeze she could crush your heart and cause you a unique kind of death experience. 
That moment when you realize you've decided to gamble and trust her with it anyway, because doing otherwise would be something you might regret. 
That moment when you ask her to keep it forever and she says yes, making your gamble all worth it.
That moment when you realize you might be more fragile than her, as you hold her heart in your hands. 

Bleeding Coin

Lets flip a coin for your heart,
heads I have it,
tails you win.
Heads you quit and trust Mi,
tails you drag it all with you till hell.


Lets flip a coin for your heart,
heads I have it,
tails you win.
Heads you tell Mi why you won't trust anyone,
tails you get to keep your secret till hell.


Lets flip a coin for your heart,
heads I have it,
tails you win.
Heads you tell Mi how you really feel,
tails you get to be closed off till hell. 


Lets flip a coin for your heart,
heads I have it,
tails you win.
Heads you listen to Mi and my wishes for a change,
tails you get to be an asshole till hell.

The Breakdown: Confrontation

She woke up drenched with sweat, the pain in her chest almost unbearable. There was nothing in the room as usual, but still she looked around. The clock said 3.00am, but she was sure that had to be wrong. Because if it was right, then it meant she had only managed to sleep for thirty minutes. Thirty damn minutes! A month ago, if only, her most detested phrase, would never have been her sing song. A month ago, she would never have guessed that there was a possibility for a still heart to have a wound carved in that hurts even when it refuses to beat. A month ago, she would never have watched her (http://mi-herownworld.blogspot.com/2010/05/shattering-dreams.html).
She lay back on the bed, wondering what she was to do next. Sleep was definitely not forth coming as she had now come to find out, and her thoughts needed to be kept at bay, as they always led to destruction, not a good thing for her in case one was wondering. She glanced at the study table looking at the pile of books she was meant to have read. Suddenly a train passed by breaking the almost deafening silence, and though the sudden sound was startling, she found herself missing it as it faded. The silence seemed to reecho, and with it, others seemed to wake (http://mi-herownworld.blogspot.com/2010/05/things-she-fears.html).
Her most dreaded dream came back to haunt her, and this sleep she knew she would be forced to ride out. She sat in the big room amongst others, all awaiting the same thing. Except with her, she felt those who had come to wait on her were expecting more. What a scary predicament she was in. on the one hand, her self-loathe and definite disappointment she seemed well enough to handle. Years of experience had thought her so. But on the other hand, theirs she was not sure she could take on. Suddenly her name was called, and the others seemed to fade away. She was alone, about to face a crowd of expectations and long lost dreams (http://mi-herownworld.blogspot.com/2010/05/blank-pages.html).
Day is here at last, and her sentence to hell has come to a pause. She gets up, showers and dresses. She puts on the appropriate amount of makeup, not too much to draw the attention, but just enough to cover the scars. The smile is turned on and the eyes begin to twinkle. She turns off the house lights, walks out the house and says a bright hello to all that pass her by (http://mi-herownworld.blogspot.com/2010/05/who-would-believe.html).
So now that you have heard her tale, write her a bed time story to help her day. One that rhymes and brings a real smile to her lips. Not the one she currently owns, that she gets for free, but one she can have and hold. If you do decide to take on this mission, click below and send the tale with the name you wish to be addressed by:
tiazmi@gmail.com

Then refresh the tales in 30 mins (for thats how long she has to sleep), and watch the smile you have given her unfold....
She lives to love, she loves to live, she lies to love, she lies to live….

Who would believe....

If she told them she was not as shinny within,
If she told them the glitter was surface wise only,
If she told them at the end they face a fall,
Who would believe?

If she told them she was scared and alone,
If she told them it was now far too late,
If she told them the hands of time showed no mercy,
Who would believe?

If she told them her fate had mislead,
If she told them the blame was misplaced,
If she told them she despised she more,
Who would believe?

If she told them the pain was there,
If she told them it was not an excuse,
If she told them her punishment was worse,
Who would believe?

If she told them how she tried,
If she told them how she feared,
If she told them how she fought,
Who would believe?

She dreamt of a happy ending,
She dreamt of that long awaited smile,
She dreamt of that final pride,
But now at the end,
Who would believe?

Shattering Dreams

She watches the chips fall off,
One, then two, then another still.
She watches the paint wash off,
A stroke, then two, then another still.
She watches the picture fade,
A scene, then two, then another still.
She watches her world crash,
A piece, then two, then another still.
And as she watches her shattering dreams,
The tears still won’t fall.

She watches the story change,
One line, then two, then another still.
She watches the faith despair,
One inch, then two, then another still.
She watches the scenery move by,
One, then two, then another still.
She watches the color fade,
One tint, then two, then another still.
And as she watches her shattering dreams,
The tears still won’t fall.

Is it pride that holds them in?
Is it fear that keeps them sealed?
Is it fate that she has come to accept?
Is it her nightmare that has now merged with reality?
Is it disbelieve and false hope that hold her still?
What is it that keeps her still heart still still;
Even as she watches her shattering dreams fall at her feet?

Things She Fears

Silence is a terrible bed mate,
But suspense is a vengeful lover,
And failure, the unrequited love.
In unison, my heart’s breaker.

The reaper is a dutiful collector,
But the movie player is like the Russian mob.
And the cause is the coy mistress.
The union holds the tag: DON’T FUCK WITH.

The numbers cut like knives,
But letters drain the blood. Slowly. Surely.
And the fallacy in her hopes is like a salty balm,
In their union, she toys with death.

She has opened Pandora's box,
Slowly but surely it is unveiled.
The world shall soon bear witness,
Of her self-doctored execution,
And they shall watch the first outpour in disappointed silence,
Not caring for the story that led up there in.

Blank Pages

Blank page sits before mi,
Like the book of judgment.
I sit here waiting for the words to appear.
I sit here waiting for the invisible ink to move across.
Writing my sins,
Dirtying the now beautiful white with black, brown and crimson.

Blank page stares back at mi,
Like the book of judgment.
What would the ink write?
What details would it leave out?
The world awaits, and I shudder in fear.
For they must turn to hate and disgust after my sins are revealed.

Blank page sits before mi,
Like the book of judgment.
Would it be enough to hold my transgressions?
Or would another blank paged stare need to be endured?
A bitter laugh bubbles up as I realize like one vain at death’s door,
I wonder more about my appearance than I do the vast sins I posses.

Blank page stares back at mi,
Like the book of judgment.
Funny isn’t it; that we are back at this?
Then I wished to have a longer leash,
But now I see that the shorter was better,
As being yanked back from a great distance hurts a lot more.

Blank pages sit before mi,
Like the book of judgment.
Don’t judge mi is what I wish to say,
I had my reasons is the explanation I have to give.
But as I stare back at the soon to be disappointed stares,
I save my breath.

Blank pages stare back at mi,
Like the book of judgment.
Soon I know it would hold my sins,
My deceit, my lies and my failures.
And though I have enough reasons to make my case before the judge,
I fear sadly, this jury is worse than he.

Temptress of the Night...

Red dress,
Red nails,
Red heels,
Red rose.

Two steps in,
She stops.
She smiles.
The way their heads turn,
Its almost like the music changed.

Up at the bar,
She already has a drink.
Paid, served, screaming orgasm.
Don't ask who its from,
She doesn't care.

One sip,
Two,
Now shes ready to go.
The faster she moves,
The higher the dress sways.
The higher it sways,
The crazier he gets.
Don't ask who,
She doesn't know.

Lights go low,
Bodies get hot,
Lips graze, tease,
Fantasies enhance.
Dreams get formed,
She is creator.

Music stops.
She smiles,
She turns,
She walks.
He never saw it coming.

Bitch? No.
Imogen? Maybe.
The game is dirty dancing,
And she the queen, is the Seductress...

Secret Addiction

You are not made to be an aphrodisiac,
But you work almost better to me.
I sit at dinner surrounded by all,
I smile when the need be,
As natural as my naturally-fake smile allows,
And in silence, I wait.

I wait and watch as the clock ticks,
Counting down earnestly for the hour,
I crave to run back to you as fast as I can,
But I cannot show my longing to all.
So I must be coy,
I must play it cool

If our relationship is known,
No one would understand.
If I let it out that I need you so bad,
People would freak!
Some may say its unnatural, that I'll make you an idol,
But we both know the facts.

I need you, maybe not as much as you need me
I want you, to the point that a daily dose is no longer enough.
I enjoy you, so much so, for you forever make me smile.
I am with you, because with you as a companion, life is never dull.
Did you know that I smile and laugh when I think of you?
Did you know it hurts me the most when you hurt me?

So as I am now, I wait.
Waiting, Watching, Anticipating.
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock, since when did time glide by so slowly?
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock, I smile back at all who smile at me.
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock, finally, time is here!
Did you know, me and you, computer...I won't say...
Why?
Cause it's a secret...

The Games We Play

Your eyes look around,
Yet stare only at me.
There is the color in your eyes,
That only I can see.
In the midst of the crowd,
You stand separated from me,
Yet why is it that I feel your hands on me?

I whisper to the man that walks to my side,
He whispers back and I smile.
We both know I was talking to you,
From across the room, I know.
You feel it don't you?
I can tell
The way your body freezes at my voice.

Here we are standing side by side,
With the crowd around,
All I can do is laugh in wonder,
How do we do all this, stay sane and secret?

I can feel your touch,
You can feel my voice.
You say a word to another,
Yet I get the message from way yonder.
I chuckle as I always do,
but the look in my eyes you see screams seduction.

Finally the distance between us is covered,
At last from across the room, the gap is closed.
Now, we stand facing each other.
I run my hand down the diamonds you gave me,
Watching your gaze drift down to my neck as I approach,
Long enough to let the spot lights shine on you and me.
If this were on stage, all eyes would be on us.
"Hi, let me introduce you to my wife"
He says to you,
"Same here" You say to him, and you and the woman by your side smile at me.
You take my hand, give the back of my palm a kiss and say,
"Nice to meet you."

In this room we stay,
There is a crowd,
Yet why is it that I feel your touch?
As though we were alone with only the moon as our witness?
But you know one thing,
He stands here, and she stands there,
So we continue to smile and whisper and stare,
Enjoying the fun as we take turns tormenting each other...