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What’s in a name?
A thousand years ago, or so it seems, when I started this blog I had no idea what to call it. At the time, I was living on a farm in the picturesque Noosa Hinterland, at the end of a very long drive way, on top of a hill. God I miss that place. It’s the lon...
What’s in a name?
What’s in a name?
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Fractured (June 2014)
I wrote this in mid 2014, but never pressed publish. I have several posts that have sat in the draft folder waiting. I have all these words inside me, constantly pushing against my psyche, demanding to be told. So tell them I shall.  "It could be worse." I'...
Fractured (June 2014)
Fractured (June 2014)
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I just slayed a demon (or letters to the narcissist. Same. Same.)
Thank you for the conversation. It was one that needed to be had. You didn't ask about my daughter. She's coming back to Brisbane. 😊 This makes me very happy. Besides yoga gym work, repeat, and doing everything possible to take care of this vessel my soul ...
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Salt water
In the past when I've been caught in the sea of emotions, and the waves start rolling in, I've tried to out run them. I'd get caught, and picked up and tossed around, turning over and over, lost in the turbulence. Or I would try to jump over them, only to g...
Salt water
Salt water
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Everything is just TOO...
The sun is too bright. Temperature too hot, or too cold. Blankets too heavy. Voices are too loud. People take up too much space. Clothes are too restricting. Skin tingles too much. Smells are too sweet, too putrid, too delicious, too disgusting. Touch is to...
Everything is just TOO...
Everything is just TOO...
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The conversations I didn't think I'd ever be having
I had to go to the ladies when I was out to dinner with my daughter and her partner, so I could let my tears fall without having to give an explanation. I didn't want to tell my beautiful girl that I was crying because I'm terrified that I won't get to see ...
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Forget. Remember. Repeat.
A constant stream of forgetting. Then remembering. Clothed, I bear the shape of a woman. Naked, a prepubescent girl, my chest a battlefield of scars. The factitious swell of breasts deceives strangers, tricks my mind. Then a stab of pain, like a lightening ...
Forget. Remember. Repeat.
Forget. Remember. Repeat.
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Denail is a river - June
source  "It's back. It's back. It's back." Like an endless loop, those words scream in my head, my gut, every single fucking cell in my body, screaming IT'S BACK. "No. No, its not. Lightening doesn't strike twice in the same place." This is an example of m...
Denail is a river - June
Denail is a river - June
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I want...
I want to lean into you. To rest my head against your chest  and listen to the sound of your heart beating. I want to feel your embrace.  Arms wrapped around me,  chin gently rubbing the top of my head. I want to taste your lips.  Rest our foreheads against...
I want...
I want...
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Shameless May
Half way through May I unceremoniously kicked out of my house the narcissistic parasite that I had allowed to attach to my heart. Actually, it was fairly dramatic to be honest. After telling him that if he didn't have his stuff removed from my residence by ...
Shameless May
Shameless May
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