Beliefs about life, love & everything in between. Poetry, photography & other musings.
Friday, December 31, 2010
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Kick Ass, eggs & p.b.
so even with stitching open wounds & a new found peace I still am finding things I have to disconnect my love from. things you wouldnt expect to hurt, like a movie you watched together. food, smells.. I think it stems from a leftover sense of rejection. & even while I know now I wasnt rejected, that the unnamed party had too many issues of his own to deal with, theres a part of me thats still attempting to shake it. no one man has ever carved his name on my heart like this. maybe the feeling of rejection is layered with a want for love.. whatever is, I look forward to the day my soul is rid of it completely.
*for those of you following me here, thank you. it means more than you know. although 'articles' like this were more for my sake, to vent really, I do hope I can possibly help someone, anyone to know they are not the only one feeling these ways. comments are always welcome. xx
*for those of you following me here, thank you. it means more than you know. although 'articles' like this were more for my sake, to vent really, I do hope I can possibly help someone, anyone to know they are not the only one feeling these ways. comments are always welcome. xx
Labels:
balance,
heartbreak,
journal entry,
loneliness,
please just let me be,
reflecting
the gatekeeper
spiritual vagrant, humming in the tones of black
a godless requiem for mute souls
dying stars marble shadows in an artificial night
a godless requiem for mute souls
dying stars marble shadows in an artificial night
Monday, December 27, 2010
I shouldnt be surprised really.
expectation is the root of all disappointment. am I weeding out the ones who dont understand me & cant nourish me spiritually or I am just pushing everyone away..
Sunday, December 26, 2010
heaven awaits.
finally.. after 8 months I am at peace. a 4 hour call, some vintage emotions & a broken innocence splayed before me.. finally.. I can just breathe.
love is precious. love is life. shattered souls are too common these days. hopefully one day they will find peace. until then, my heart aches for you..
love is precious. love is life. shattered souls are too common these days. hopefully one day they will find peace. until then, my heart aches for you..
Saturday, December 25, 2010
eulogy for hope.
one day,
I'll leave my heart somewhere I never loved you,
because I have always loved you..
I'll leave my heart somewhere I never loved you,
because I have always loved you..
all I want for christmas
is my heart back..
'with elegies curling up my spine
carving into my mind
that I.. am just an afterthought..'
*excerpt from my piece 'Funeral Dirge'
'with elegies curling up my spine
carving into my mind
that I.. am just an afterthought..'
*excerpt from my piece 'Funeral Dirge'
Monday, December 20, 2010
bruising the skies
I am the mistress of a dying sun
who's maddening shame gave way to black
neath undertones of opium & abandoned
where love is religion, lost in translation
who's maddening shame gave way to black
neath undertones of opium & abandoned
where love is religion, lost in translation
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
in the ruins of vanity
there was a time he was the all around never ending of me
the upside of down in me..
I used to bend myself beautiful in pretty words & a lover's hope..
I'd leave my heart written on dying stars
crimsoned in flames,
coiled in my love
scattered in miles of heavens he'd never look up to see
I was left barely there
standing naked, dressed in silence before the storm
...if only I had loved myself that way...
I have found life since then
scribbled on the sides of mystic moons
& cavernous pains
free from ego stained trappings
splayed in naked innocence
& severed stitches..
the upside of down in me..
I used to bend myself beautiful in pretty words & a lover's hope..
I'd leave my heart written on dying stars
crimsoned in flames,
coiled in my love
scattered in miles of heavens he'd never look up to see
I was left barely there
standing naked, dressed in silence before the storm
...if only I had loved myself that way...
I have found life since then
scribbled on the sides of mystic moons
& cavernous pains
free from ego stained trappings
splayed in naked innocence
& severed stitches..
Labels:
balance,
breathe,
edification,
free style,
just be,
letter to my ex bf,
poems,
poetry,
self love
Monday, December 6, 2010
of lace & scathefire
he stitched himself in the hems of my mind
in the fringe of beautiful disarray
where midnight sprites dance upon ponds of ebony
in the twisting silence of ancient willows
where passion was life..
breath..
in lost reveries of a heart long forgotten
cast aside
for the love of self
for something more..
in the fringe of beautiful disarray
where midnight sprites dance upon ponds of ebony
in the twisting silence of ancient willows
where passion was life..
breath..
in lost reveries of a heart long forgotten
cast aside
for the love of self
for something more..
Labels:
free style,
letter to my ex bf,
micropoetry,
poems,
poetry
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
fragmented, poetic
under shadows of dawn
scarlet twisted & numb
this is where he left me
burning in embers of love, vintage
where autumn weeps
unhinged in a raven's sigh
silent.. & fire white
scarlet twisted & numb
this is where he left me
burning in embers of love, vintage
where autumn weeps
unhinged in a raven's sigh
silent.. & fire white
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