Bicycle randomness

  • I never lived alone and on my own
  • I don’t like fruits, apart from raspberry
  • I work at a nursery and love my job a lot
  • Yesterday, a family member told me how unhappy I am. I was offended. I am not unhappy.
  • My kids are the best thing I ever created
  • I cannot stop writing
  • The woman who got me into serious writing and me, drifted apart. Recently we got back in touch and I love every moment of it because she is such an amazing human being
  • I am 35 and married with three kids. I don’t often mention this little fact
  • My depression was ridiculed by family members, that’s why I don’t talk about it anymore
  • Is a random fact still random when it is in an ordered list?
  • I am a messy person and hate to clean up
  • Sometimes, I am OCD
  • I am definitely overthinking and always looking ways to blame me
  • Autoaggression – it has many different faces
  • I am afraid people don’t like me
  • I try to be kind but I can be bitchy too
  • I like to brag about my music collection, but it is really eclectic. So much so that I bet you that you wouldn’t know half of the artists
  • I can’t be funny on purpose
  • I appear to be too serious, but I am not
  • My humour is dark, twisted, and very nasty
  • I am not as innocent as I may appear to be
  • When we moved house a couple of months ago, I found a hoodie an ex gave to me. My son is wearing it all the time now. I am not sure if that is a good thing
  • I am very tired all the time, but I can’t sleep
  • Don’t send roses and don’t save the last dance for me – I don’t care about these things. I am not a romantic
  • I haven’t cried in a while.
  • I am emotional. And I care. Even about the wellbeing of the people who aren’t part of my journey anymore
  • The title of this post doesn’t make any sense at all
  • I am grateful that I am an open-minded person. I am learning a lot every day
  • I like to read
  • I love spinach and broccoli – I really do
  • I can’t believe my son is already 13
  • I stopped sharing as much on IG because three of my work colleagues followed me there and I don’t want them to see the very real me
  • I hate to censor myself
  • It’s an honour to see when people relate to my writing
  • I am a proud Luxembourger
  • I am a sleepyhead who believes in the power of dreams and reads her horoscope everyday. I don’t necessarily believe in it, and yet, I like to read it
  • In my need to be appreciated, I often agree to do things I don’t like
  • I can’t say “no” very well
  • Most times, I am a good person
  • I am not intelligent enough to read poetry. I often don’t understand it
  • Simple words. Short sentences. Lots of impact.
  • This blog has had more traffic in 2018 than in all the years before. And I love it.
  • I don’t have anything important to say
  • That doesn’t stop me from saying the unimportant things
  • I am good at giving advice – but I can’t follow any advice
  • There is a definite submissive streak in me, but I don’t like to give up control
  • I believe that there is a song for every situation
  • I have been using the username “micqu” since 2011. Before that, I was mysteria. Mysteria wasn’t mysterious at all and the name was taken on too many sites already. Micqu was borrowed from a friend who said that she wanted her first child to be called Miko. Catherine (which is my real birthname) was added when I published my first novel
  • I am an awful writer. I am an amazing writer
  • My favourite perfume is Jean-Paul Gaultier Classique pour femme
  • Cutting my long hair short was a very big deal for me
  • I haven’t seen my mom in 6 months. I haven’t seen my dad in 4 months. I haven’t seen my sister in 2 years. I am not attached to them. I often feel rootless.
  • If I didn’t write, I would be a better housekeeper
  • I am not patient in my private life, yet my patience is praised at work
  • I can only sleep on my stomach
  • I own two guitars but I can only play some basic chords
  • My kids are inheriting their love for music and books from me
  • I burnt my tongue tonight. I hate the feeling in my mouth
  • Tomorrow is labour day
  • This list is very selfish and not very informative
  • I am proud of you for having read this far
  • I am proud of me for not having given up on this thing (the blog, I mean)
  • Too much information
  • I like to look at interesting pieces of art
  • It’s 22:47
  • I know three people who have a birthday today
  • Thank you. Have a good morning; enjoy your day, and have an amazing night.
  • This is randomness 68 (if I counted right)
  • Inspired by @cappytalks Paul is way better at this than I am
  • (…) to be continuing

Thunderstorm

Sitting inside, looking outside. With a glass of wine. A thunderstorm is raging, mirroring my internal landscape. Beautiful. Dangerous. Unpredictable. For everyone, including me. And when the lighting strikes, emotions will explode and cover everyone within reach. Electricity. Lighting. You and me. Never forget.

It’s all about music. There is a song for every mood. An album to enhance every emotion. There is music that makes it easier to write and there is music that makes it easier to understand what you’re feeling. It’s all about music. At least for me it is.

How to mend a broken heart

Listening to your even breath

peaceful as it is

not revealing the tormented soul

underneath

if I could

I would

but tell me, how can I mend

your broken heart?

Your whispers sound like cries

searching for and exit

speaking of unseen hurt and a lost

love

if I could

I would

but tell me, how can I mend

your broken heart?

If I could

I would take your pain away

if I could I would make you mine to stay

through your tears

I recognize you

for years I waited for you

to hold you close

and if I could

I would

and now I know how to mend

your broken heart!

In 2013 I wrote a story called “A Long Journey to Love”. It was my first original novel and it is nowhere to be found anymore. For now. This poem was written exclusively for that story – from one character to the other. It’s one of the earliest posts on this blog too. Please enjoy.

Just a feeling

(repost from April 2016)

It’s a feeling.
Nothing more than a feeling.
I feel the rain that is falling on your soul.
It makes you suffer. You are in pain. It makes you hide.
I offered help, but you didn’t take it.
It’s selfish, but you are too young to go. I am not done.
I still need you in my life.
In my heart.

hallucination

you’re just a trick of the light – another way to fight

myself

I want to hide – on the other side

of myself

let me leave this ride – I am too high.

 

Selfie

Hello, it’s me. I am feeling the summer. Took a selfie with a little blurring effect… I wish you all a great weekend.

(Just dry skin on my lip… Nothing else. No scar, no injury, nothing else… Just dry lips. 😉 )

Fly

It looks as if I am falling, but I am flying. Don’t catch me. Don’t cage me. I am flying free.

It looks as if I am buried, but I am planted. Don’t dig me out. I need this darkness to grow.

Pushing Daisies

And when I am pushing Daisies from down under,

Look down on me with a smile and a memory.

And when I am pushing Daisies from the ground

Miss me ’cause I am not watching them grow with you.

mediocre poem

What was is not what we remember.

Facts change over time.

The truth is, there was burning ember

And emotions that made us rhyme.

I don’t miss you one bit

My ears are burning hot.

I mean, shit;

I miss you a lot.

Painful honesty

Bruised egos

Profound loyalty

Built with Legos.

We were easy to destroy

No glue kept us together

Let’s blame it on Roy,

or better yet, the weather.

Oh man, my inspiration is getting worse

My apologies for sharing my head mess

Every emotion put in verse

No one cares, I guess.