ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)
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~ American feminist living in Sweden ~ SHE/HER
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Find me: @andreapolla63.bsky.social
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Midnight Whispers
I was born four years ago in a pet shop on Sweden's west coast. I don't remember much of my first months, yet I am grateful a kind man chose me to surprise his wife for her birthday. I was six weeks old, female and she was fifty-six. Apparently, she had been through a rough year with her physical health and I was meant to brighten her daily life. She was determined to bond with me, in that dogged human way when they repeat words and expect bountiful results such as sitting up on command, giving out treats for ridiculous behaviours and exhausting themselves loopy with ideas to communicate. I had everything, agility training, paper towel tubes, toys, freedom to be in her and her husband's bed to watch television and okay, I enjoyed being spoiled to some extent. She named me Bella; I am part Dwarf and part Lion-Haired and without seeming vain, I admit I live up to my name.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)3 years ago in Fiction
Our Dreams
My dreams don’t match yours; do they have to? Can you take the lead for your own needs? I can’t fulfill yours and you can’t fulfill mine, but I can give you love and listen to your dogged determination as you assemble your quest. Engage me. Pull from the depths of your being and expunge all of your desires; I won’t run or hide. Don’t make me guess at who you really are, what you really want or what frightens you. Simplicity can be so contrite. I don’t want to dance around my own nature; I must be, must BE, must be, ME. To hold on to you is not to let go of me; to believe in myself does not mean I do not believe in you. Trust my defiance, my arrogance and faults, for they too, are the truth of me. I am not your leader, so please do not follow. I am not compliant so please don’t beg me to change. I fall in your love and swim around and then struggle to breathe. I need US and I need me. Loosening the reigns won’t cost you my devotion, likely it will bring me closer to you as I fly. I am bored with repetitive notions, convaluted emotions, chatter and morning talk. Let us be two and one. One love we share. Another we spare.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)3 years ago in Poets
And Just Like That
We ran aground, abandoned our selves, leaving remnants of our selfishness behind. Tattered, weathered, we crawled ashore only to find that we were not existing to comfort one another, only to comfort ourselves. Distress signals were fired, yet no one came to calm our storm. We were no longer sailing as one, broken, I abandoned ship. What good Captain of honour does such a ferocious leap, only for their soul? Perhaps one who gave all of herself, became a passive wench following another’s sails, n’er listening to the wind’s song or calling out in the fog with her own voice. Thunderous warnings were present, no good shipman would deny them. She bailed out, tossed by the tyrannical storm and sank. Sank, scraping her fair skin on the rugged seashore, bleeding and starved, she made it just far enough to see him walk away. His footsteps, deep and arrogant were all that she was left with. She looked at the sky and saw no light, only darkening clouds laughing at her naivity.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)3 years ago in Poets
Salty Dawg and the Purple Pineapple Bar and Grill
"There goes Dawgy Dawg!" shouted Sam, one of the usuals at the Purple Pineapple Bar and Grill. Lou the bartender who was mixing up Sunday morning Bloody Mary’s replied without looking up. "Shame nobody claims him." For two years Lou had thrown scraps at the end of his shift out for Dawgy Dawg and made sure to refreshen a large pail of water for the stray, which was kept under the bar’s rough, grey wooden deck. Dawgy Dawg often could be spotted napping in the cool shade that the raised deck provided free of charge of course.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)3 years ago in Fiction
It's the Dawning of the Cage of Aquariums
I can't believe I am in an outdoor flea market, it's so humiliating. My keepers are moving to the Bahamas and leaving me to some whiney kid most likely. It's sunny out and I am a loner. I requested a tank cleaner, but I shut my trap when I overheard my "family" talking after dinner and the choices they were going over were seriously evil. Luckily, the insanely bad violinist "Maestro" Mary who was perhaps twelve overheard her parents and older brother, Jerky Joe arguing over what to do with me. "Dad just flush him, sell the tank and get it over with, what's the big deal?" Maestro Mary ran in and hit him in the back of the head. He swung at her yelling, “Get away from me you little freak!”
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)3 years ago in Fiction
Just Another Visit
It was late September when I was surprised by one of his spontaneous visits; I had been practicing hurdles and 200-meter sprints with my track coach after school with my teammates. Some of my friends were smiling and their eyes twinkled as they looked past my shoulders, curious I spun around.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)3 years ago in Psyche
