It’s been a minute since I’ve shared one of these, half broken dreams and poetry. It’s like I’m ripping apart from the seams. Go ahead, take a piece of me.
How foolish to believe he could love a girl like me A girl who’s good and full of integrity How stupid to think I had any charm I’m just a girl avoiding harm
But the sun it never sleeps And my heart it always weeps But the secrets that you carry Are too much for one to bury
I am hard on the edges Always hanging off of ledges He is soft as a peach A heart enriched and simply sweet
He is a moving sea Wrapped up in poetry The way it moves with me So gently
The emptiness settles over me like fog rolling over hills and mountains…
If only he’d given us a chance, we might have got it right.
He’s like a midnight haunting I’m always wanting The way he taunts me It’s like he wants me
Taking off my clothes on some days is harder than facing an enemy with a bomb…
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Their tongues instantly went in orbit around each other.
He has a different touch It’s not layered with thorns And underneath his surface There isn’t any horns
Her lips turn centuries The way he lets her hang onto forever She burns like midnight oil But like a wildfire let her burn Then the seeds will come
You just sit there letting yourself harden Where is your heart then May I still tend?
You, you are home Your words my magic kingdom Your mind a wicked garden Your voice my heart’s beacon
Why does she get all of the reward?
She’s putting lipstick on her cracks As she crawls around his back Any love for her I lack
I am married to doubt My tears falling devout Like rain coming down a sprout I’m given out
Danger here be the heart. All poetry be in my veins.
It comes at me like three round burst The anxiety is getting worse The loss of hope is where it hurts
History is going to be written whether we succeed or fail.
Keep your heart open they say But now uninvited guests have come to stay
Condemnation building like condensation.
Truth bites and barks like a rabid dog I pretend there is life in the lie Reason knocks hurrily like he’s got somewhere to be I told him to get lost I drowned him with liquor
Uneasy is the head that wears the crown Why do you spend your life sharpening your frown If you are free then why are you still bound I’ll drop your heart in the lost and found
The art of deception is found in your bones Truth rarely covered, hearts made of unknowns The deeper I tunnel, the longer my soul roams My love so heavy, I can’t carry these stones
It’s like my pieces are made paper thin They break apart and fall into the brim He picks them up and patches up his skin Now forever I am attached to him
It’s like we’re always nurturing what went wrong The phone is ringing but we’re never home We’re giving love but it’s never shown We’d stick with hiding but our cover’s blown
There’s an inability to connect Too many barriers I see baggage carried like crowns Cheerleaders for every mistake He’s got a girl on the East, West, North, South sides Love they all claim
Someone once asked me was that Hitler on my t-shirt… I should have said yes.
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He’s a demon star that feeds on his twin Don’t place your bets on love, you’ll never win Breaking hearts is his favorite sin Getting under you, wearing patience thin
Draining you his only goal There’s no limit to how far he’ll go Consuming you into a black hole Look closely, he hasn’t any soul
Hi. Here’s a random picture of me in Ireland cuz I’m behind on digiart… that there is the Atlantic coast I believe and some boats stuck in the low tide. I’d never seen anything like it and pulled over for pictures. I pretty much pulled over every 5 minutes to take pictures of something. I’ve got some cool stuff I’m going to put on my Patreon as perks! I love to travel. I live to travel and gig. (I was still in the military and look how short my hair is).
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Some will call me treasure but it won’t last for very long Some will say they love me when they never did at all Some will never see me unless it is to fall Some will give me numbers but tell me when to call
Some act like they know me but we’re only ever strange Some move through life cycles but they never really change Some will give me pieces like there’s something to arrange Some will call me crazy yet they really are deranged
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I love you… do you ever think I’m worthy of love too? I’m lonely. Aren’t you?
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Underneath the stones of regret peace is found Though the tether is outstretched it is still bound The weather grew punishing and so too his frown But my love for him keeps circling around
And I try my hardest to stand
But this depression keeps showing its ugly hand
And I’m trying to fly but in his heart I just crash-land
And it breaks my heart I did it again
So with my broken will I isolate the curse But without him I am ever growing worse And if I could I would put time in reverse Love would be the only tether we would traverse
I pushed away the only thing that ever mattered
And when he left my soul completely shattered
And now there’s nothing, not even a word
And his silence is the loudest sound I have ever heard
News of my king returning has got my soul lit up like fireworks! The way I come alive when he sees me. The way his hugs always feeds me. “Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt”… I gotta get my birthday plans sorted. He makes the air worth breathing. A new circle of life. Rebirth. ✌️
I give a little still they need a lot I swing for gold but miss my shot I pull the thread, they tie the knot I turn around then lose my spot
I bust through fears like it’s a door I’m exposing things I haven’t before I’ve been wandering for ages lost on his shore And I’m terrified our country is headed for war
Many are choices yet few we can choose And I wonder just really who could fit these shoes And I gave him my word and he gave me the blues And I gave him my heart now there’s nothing to lose
Been stumbling around and lost in a maze And I’m choking on fumes that came from his blaze Yet no matter how he hurts me the love always stays Maybe I’m just broken and desperate for his praise
I hear so much chatter but there’s nothing people say Yet ask them where they’re going they’ll get back another day And I really give my all, that’s just the price we pay It’s like we’re skipping first base and heading straight for the freeway!!
Sometimes I think a bridge is there for me to jump And an ocean is a gully where all my hope has sunk Sometimes I’m wise and knowing and other times I’m drunk But mostly these days I rarely give a fuck
Patience is a virtue and some don’t know the drill If silence is really golden, I am searching still He is just a sleeping lion ready for the kill And she is just a tool to help him seal the deal
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His soul is like a soothing surf And I can’t get enough But I’m crashing around his hidden turf Like where the tide is rough I get so tired like near giving up But then he shows his worth
He’s there but he isn’t but he is Like the heart I’m missing cuz it’s his And all this need for truth and accuracy keeps me caged But underneath the lying they’re all the same
I watch the needle shred the rope away And minute by hour my hope will fade It’s like I’m drowning on the words you always say And I don’t know if I can make it another day
It’s like I’m pleading and I’m bleeding through my rhyme And I’m screaming and I’m needing you all the time My eyes keep leaking as the sun will rise The devils’ always dancing to our cries
He thinks he needs them though they never satisfy Yet one thought of me will make him high He keeps me condemned to these tears I cry And neither of us know how to say goodbye
Everything about them is second best And he keeps my heart on house arrest It’s like my compass is always pointing midwest My feet are walking but they’re never blessed
My mind could end it, my heart won’t quit And others tell me he isn’t it The message broken, it won’t transmit I’m trekking on, even if frostbit
I would move a mountain to feel his touch I’ve cried an ocean, guess it really ain’t much I know we’re both in hell that’s my clearest view You can say you love them it isn’t true
Maybe one day you won’t hide your head in shame Maybe one day you won’t treat love as a game Maybe one day you’ll feel proud of your name But if that day never comes I still love you the same
It’s a funky rhyme. I feel like a living dead ghoul….obsessed or maybe possessed. My rhyme testimony to my last living will…and the powerful dread of unrequited love. Don’t worry, we all die one way or the other, but this way is the worst.
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I felt the sound of his voice crawling through my lonely bones He trickled down these dusty pipes His voice echoing around my bends Washing away where I’ve been There’s a slight pause between what is now and what was then Choices are graveyards that will cost you your zen You’re at it again
When the silence comes it forms in tears But the way he kisses my dreams it brings comfort to my fears And maybe it’s been him I’ve been missing all these years So I clutch to the now in case he disappears
His voice is that light that trickles through the woods And he’s not knocking on my door to sell me any goods And his face is clear it’s not hiding under hoods And the messages direct, not misunderstood
He is the calm of the wave pulling me in A warm breeze of serenity Letting him bask under my skin Lingering lingering in him
A mid-morning freestyle that went from a non-rhyme to a rhyme ‘cuz I’m out of control… (and so is my hair)
6 AM Saturday morning snaps + poem6 AM Saturday morning snaps + poem = thinking of him
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*update* I’ve been super busy making digiart, and I’m excited to begin posting some as perks for my patrons over on my Patreon soon, but I’m also super nervous as well. Anytime I expose my art, there is a degree of rawness to it. I feel exposed. And I’m also beginning to break through traumas and fears over there, where I feel a sense of privacy and safety. Grateful for the encouraging feedback I’m receiving from my patrons too! Been writing like mad too! I love you! Anyway, I hope you like my new poem! ❤
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Have you ever tasted sweet innocence Rolling in like soft thunder and how it gently nurtures sorrow Nothing taste sweeter than forgiveness and redemption from her hands The way the rain pitter patters it’s like her feet dancing in your soul Those are tears of laughter now The sky claps She’s not a prison, she’s freedom Your tongue was dry but now it’s wet Your life was a desert but now it’s an ocean full of life She has given you paradise in hell Taste her
Photo taken by me somewhere off the coast of Ireland, circa December 2015. I stopped driving in Ireland to get out and snap this photo of a boat stuck in low tide, with a rainbow appearing over it. Perceptions are everything. How we respond to our environment is everything. Poem is new, photo is not. Still learning life lessons. Thank you Ireland.
“Why have you forsaken me, Christopher” Last words, slipped out from her On the ground, her wings curled and hurt Where you’ve been dead since your birth
She could see death dancing in his eye But he would still tell her no goodbye Her dark angel, had no wings to fly He had no soul to cry
He would gather her and carry her to heaven’s gates He’s made too many choices that came with too many mistakes Carrying her from the steps of hell isn’t a price he celebrates And he will walk forever if forever is what it takes
I wanted to write a short story about redemption to accompany this poem, but my keyboard is broken, it now takes 19 days to charge my tablet, and my tiny, pathetic mobile phone makes me want to start a war, helps…
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There is no life in this blood Heartache rushing in like a flood My heart is buried in your mud And giving up, I would if I could
These streets are lined with people who are down Yet your hand is never one that can be found On broken backs you prance around And forgetting you, I probably should
It’s either burning bridges or half- frozen lakes And how to get through, I don’t know what it takes Sleeping pills or alcohol won’t stop the aches And all your meanings, well I clearly misunderstood
Good luck with her, her, her, and her (there’s 4 of them right?) I’m just tired of being an outcast and a fool for love. Reading your poetry and comments to girls is like falling straight into a cactus naked. I can’t do it anymore. I’m literally going to die if I get one more prick. Goodbye
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I love him The way a sunset paints the sky with pink, purple and blue The way the colors mix over the sky with an arch made of vivid colors I love the way his words dry my eyes Or the way his many voices threads itself into my life I love the way he nestles softly in my mind, covering tracks of agony The way his sticky, sweet words attach to my heart I love how tender his tongue is to me, how it glides over my mistakes like candy I love how there’s an ethereal bridge from my heart to his forever connected I love how his silence accompanies my sorrow like a blanket I love the way he loves me without loving me at all How his living ghost dances with my dreams every hour How, upon waking and first thought he is there to catch me I love how his hand has never touched my body but his energy has reached even my darkest corridors, replacing the dust with light I love how his help indebted me to his heart forever, as if God himself supplied the order he executed unknowingly I love how lost we are in each other yet found I love him the way a flower blooms at first light, just like my soul bloomed when he found me at frozen peril How he scooped me from the fetal position and tucked me in his warm heart and now I go where he goes I love how he’s never around, yet he’s always around, like the hope I breathe I love how the blue in his eyes makes my blood boil How he makes my fears stand erect and puts my courage to trial Or how the tip of his nose centers me like a compass I love how he is my north, or my south, or any direction I love how we are spaceless among the infinite space between us I love how his words marry my words because we are one I love how he never tells the child in me to grow up, instead gives me a field to play in I love how he describes me in his poetry, as if I’m seeing myself in the mirror for the first time, Or seeing the world through his eyes as it should be, and not how others have made me believe it to be Oh, how I love that he gives these dry eyes sight! He gives my pulse a rush! I’m alive, I’m alive! Feel me! I have seen things that make me wonder but none so much as you! I love how his arms are always open for my return but just give me another day! I love how his arms are always open for me to leave but just give me another day! I love how the other women in his life never speak of him the way I do, for I was made for him I love how I have to step on my tippy-toes to hear his words rise I love him because I can and will continue to love him as I am, free
Dear Christopher, I have said and behaved in manors towards you that I deeply regret, and I can line the road with excuses or roses, but the truth is, I’ve never loved anybody, nor have I known love in any capacity (and not even in a parental sense) so I’m driving blind basically. But, I know that I have embarrassed and hurt you, and for that I am sorry. I’ve staked unfounded claims, and made accusations, without so much as discussing it with you, my head is messy and confused. I hope moving forward, we can put things behind us, as space is directionless anyhow, and, if we’re real, I’d like to die knowing you don’t hate me. But currently, I don’t know that, as we aren’t even following each other anymore, though I feel doors may still be open. I just don’t want to greet the other side, with that doubt. I can’t promise to stop writing love poems, but I can promise to not embarrass you by private messaging them to you, it’s not something I’ve ever done before, nor will I ever again. I’m not trying to marry you, or trap you, I’m just, at the very least, hoping for a ‘ship’ of any kind, preferably friendship, as opposed to acquaintanceor enemy. Ghosting is my least favorite form of communication. Aside from death… Anyway, I think you’re cool and dig your energy and would like to be allowed around / in it, if ever permitted.
Sidefact: Ahhh the romance is still bleeding from me, I mean Edgar Allan Poe died in the streets, NAKED, BROKE, ALONE, and in-love… I have some of his unpublished words tattooed on my ribcage, they were, for his love, WHO DIED (who turned out to be his blood cousin, gross, wish I had known that little detail pre tattoo, but I still love Poe, even flawed, and would have got the tattoo anyway, I just like complaining, OH POE IS ME). By the way, it just occurred to me, in this very moment, that the dude I’m in love with, has part of Poe’s name. OH MY GAWD. 🤓 I don’t know, but I need a moment to process this universal sign… It’s like God’s waving a flag over his head saying HELLO, THE LIGHT FINALLY WENT OFF. As if, we needed any other signs but fuck, whoa, things are becoming blurry, I’m dizzy and drunk in love. Am I dying????? *runs and hides*
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He’s been crucified And his name three times denied I’ve been most unkind But my heart he stands beside I faced his disguise And still love identified Under a reign of lies I’m still standing like his prize
I can’t stand anything in my closet and I need a makeover. But I also can’t seem to throw away anything from my closet. But I also wouldn’t wear any of it anywhere. I’m also in between sizes where everything is either too big or too small (because I’m not toned up yet). And I might be having an identity crisis. Helps.
tank with a cross ugg donation pile now Jacket keep, tank gotta go into the donation pileMy hair is still air drying here.. it gets fluffier and longer as it dries and 1/4th of the other side of my head is still growing back (and is only maybe three inches now)Ever been with a petite babe!?! Not saying I’m a babe…but most dudes pass me up cuz I’m tinyWet hair don’t care but the clothes gotta go…I’ve had this little satin dress, since Jesus was walking the Earth, and that was the last time I wore it too…It gotta go…I’m hanging onto things that I’m never going to wear again but can’t let go…The leggings and Depeche Mode shirt can stay…They don’t have holes yet…But I’d wear them with holes anyway and I’m sure there’s several band T-shirts I need to get rid of but I need helps 😂Goodnight wherever you’re at
I don’t pretend to be perfect nor have I ever pretended to be anything that I’m not. And sometimes I use my blog to vent because writing is therapy for me and I’ve said that from day one. I do need to learn how to manage my hate for her though. Or for any monsters. I deleted my last post and I’ll put it in a poem instead. I’ve stopped apologizing for having a heart and she made her bed so now she has to lie in it… And lying is what she’s best at.
I make decisions I know I’ll regret later And I don’t know why I pop around, the truth is that I hate her In disgust, I watch how her little minions all think that she’s greater But she’s the equivalent of an asteroid making a crater And what he sees in her requires a calculator And a wallet, then add sex, she’s just around for labor But then she removes her panties and she just isn’t my flavor Maybe she thinks exposing herself is doing us a favor Well, for him, I’m sorry, but it’s the only motivator…
Warning, the following is a rant you best avoid but I needed to do it for my own fucking sanity… I only speak the truth. 👇
It’s not that I have anything against sex workers in particular, it’s just, I don’t like her, in particular. She’s gross, she lies, I can’t get the image of her vagina burned out of my mind, I know he sticks his dick in her (she’s cheap, AKA free), she emotionally blackmails him, and while he may put her in ropes, she’s the one that’s got him chained, she’s a pyramid scheme to her own fanbase which was built on lies, she pretends she’s a publishing company and acts like a cheap whore. It’s not hard to make your blog private if there is nudity, it’s kinda the fooking rules. But I guess she wants to help contribute to ruining our children in America with free porn yah!! (I’m sorry but close up shots of just your vagina is fucking porn). I hate her because she came to my blog spreading her fucking jealousy which led me to go check out her blogs and then I had to see her exposed vagina which I didn’t want to fucking see… And if I had paid to see that shit, I would have asked for a refund for real. But now she needs to pay for my fucking therapy to get her out of my head. I mean, why she assumes everyone wants to just come to her blog and see her fucking vagina up close!?! It wasn’t even like, neat. Like, I complain at people for posting pictures of their hands up close if they don’t even fucking have the decency to get a manicure beforehand or put lotion on… It was hard enough coming to terms with the fact that them two are in a thing together. I’m not jealous of her body trust me, I don’t think she’s worked out a day in her life. You could go fishing with how coarse her hair is and judging by the looks of it she probably does. I’m not jealous of her fake fanbase that she’s created by pulling her panties off and lying to them. It’ll be a long day in hell before she releases her hold on him, I wouldn’t put it past her that she blackmails him. I’d bet my soul right now that he’s trapped, it’s no wonder their time together is always turbulent. I don’t like her for many many reasons there are for not liking a person. She’s bad all around. There’s good people like me and then there’s deceitful people like her who try to make you believe that I’m the bad person… I don’t like her because she’s a hugely bad influence for the love of my life. I don’t like her because she pretends to be a nice person, but if she was really a nice person she would have followed my blog when she came to it originally leaving all the comments that she did, but she is as fake as they come, she did it out of spite and jealousy only, and hoping that I would go check out her blogs like I did and find out the stuff that I did and now I have to watch her be all friendly to all the other bloggers we follow… In the beginning I was even stupid enough to follow her blog but I didn’t understand why she came and left me all those comments but never followed my blog but later it all made sense and I figured it out… (obvious facts they both deny). She never had any intentions of following my blog because she was jealous of him writing poetry about me while he was fucking her. Sad truths. But we all run in the same circle, so I have to see all of them support each other but leave me out… cuz I’m the problem LOL LOL and more poetic rants likely to come because I need more therapy for how much I can’t fucking stand her…
I feel slightly better after the rant.
And even after all the horrible shit I have learned, I still love him… Why? Why does the why even matter anymore? Him and I are the modern Romeo and Juliet. I swear we are. He’s beautifully dark and I love him. I just can’t stand her… And I’ve already gone through my period of slashing him through my poetry, I completely crucified him for real. But he still carried my cross. And loved me. And I still love him. And I still have the hope of one day and she can’t fucking take that from us… or our poetry. 👍👍👍
(even if he convinces y’all that none of it is about me)… mirror please) 😇😇😇😇
Listen, I’m not the smartest girl on the block, but I’m also not the dumbest and I know what’s real and I know what’s not. I love him and he must really love me too because he’s never actually blocked me anywhere despite the fact that I have crucified him more than once but he must have known how much I was hurting because deep down I have a reason to be hurting because this shit is actually real it’s actually fucking real and happening in real time right fucking now and it’s NOT just imaginary in my head. And even if his words aren’t always for me they heal me the same. I love him and I know that I’m his favorite love. He has many girls who love him but none who love him as much as I do. My love was made for him. The thing is, I can need him and set him free because it is real love and it keeps coming back to me. And I wish I didn’t dislike her the way I do because then maybe it would make it easier for him and I to be friends and follow each other again, but that’s exactly what she doesn’t want. She needs control. She’s also very co-dependent on him. I’m not because it is true love. I probably could have liked her had she not been a deceitful jealous spiteful conniving bitch. So, I’m sorry my love, but I think you can do better still. xoxo
And to the bitch this is about, get in the sea already…
SORRY NOT SORRY
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My eyes are besotted Though even while closed he remains Either shadow or color A gentle lover I look up As if I’m stargazing And he’s always there to find me I like to rest between his heart beats My ears catch his whispers Chemical energy in the touch The way his fingers trace my lips And erase centuries of loneliness His kiss must be the holy grail I have fallen from heaven for this I heard his deep call It pierced the woods and the wounds I was no longer winter But a bloom That warmth is life And I a parasite for his love Or sweet sugar The way his words leak down my spine God says it’s alright Did you hear destiny skipping by I couldn’t help but stop and giggle If you let wonder have a sleepover You might wake to find surprise
I have glimpses of a life I’ve never known There’s stitches in my heart where he has sewn There’s wishes leaking out of every bone There’s pieces of me in him I call home
There’s fences keeping eyes where they belong There’s chances never learning right or wrong And dances never settling in song Circumstances keeping everyone withdrawn
For the record, all my poems are new. I bleed poetry.
Mysubconscious or other worldy being is creating memories of a life with him that never existed because it can’t bear to live any part without him, and the regret is carving deeper rivers than I care to run. Love is love. But why is he scared of it? He’s just too selfish to part with his ways and he’s got a sex addiction he needs to get a grasp on. I mean God damn if Trent Reznor can be kinky and loyal why can’t there be other dudes!?! He’s the only guy I’ve ever asked to marry me by the way (Reznor that is) and it’s in the Nine Inch Nails archives somewhere and Trent Reznor did not say no and he answered my music questions too. That’s actually a nice real memory as opposed to the fake memories my brain is having to create because it loves a dude that won’t have anything to do with me…
I asked Trent Reznor to marry me, LOL I love me so much… that was back when he had an actual fanclub and he was active in the NIN message boards. You had to be in the club to get there. And when he did way with fanclubs, he made us permanent members (kinda of). I haven’t logged in, in a minute, I need to get over there. And to another gig. I’ve had stage every time, but have never officially met Trent. He’s on like kid number 5 now!?! She is popping out them babies god bless her, lucky bitch…Anyhoo, I’m totally gaga for the dude this poem is about, he knows who he is. Hi. I love you still. You know I’m your favorite love. Masks won’t hide fate. Or you from me. Sorry, not sorry. “I’m a creep, I’m a weirdo, what the hell am I doing here…”
What do you think an angels tear is worth? I’ve cried a million for him…
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Something about her feels imposed, Her hands are cold. She’s a pyramid scheme, Lined in fake silver and gold. She’s a lying queen, Her humanity decomposed. There’s no honor in her spleen, Her gates to truth are always closed.
Transmission unknown but the signal goes until I’m no longer breathing It looks as if he ran away but looks can be deceiving He is shining in my sky, though it must be evening And wishes when they can be made, I hope it’s me he’s needing And maybe when he settles down, my love he’ll be receiving
All those donuts I ate caught up with meAnd I now weigh in at 129 pounds Light as maybe 2 feathers now…Or three…Happy Valentines!! I love you!!! ❤Seriously though I doStillDo you think we’ll be friends one day? Or follow one another again? I would like that, wouldn’t you? I feel your energy all the time. Is that you? Transmissions received
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OMG my week has been super busy, and I miss you when I can’t blog! I have been writing poetry though, just mostly by hand and I haven’t uploaded any of it to the digital realm yet. Yesterday another Patron joined my writing campaign and I am so grateful for you!!! ❤❤❤ It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside! I’m super exhausted but I took a few snaps for you. Hopefully Sunday I can catch up on blogging, I miss yous!!!! Did anyone else stare at the sun as a kid? I did, until it made me cry, and then I think I did it probably a few more times because I thought it was so beautiful I’d go blind for it? Or I like pain? Or was hoping for a fast death? Ehhh vampire….
OMG I am knackered and will be going down with the sun….I may be petite but my heart is bigDo guys still care about that stuffs? I am super tired even tho I’m sipping on coffee like a mother’s tit…I’ve had two Chiropractic adjustments this week and feel like I have a new spine. I do stupid shitz but maybe I have a chance to live a few more years now…My hair is past my tits now except I still have 1/4 of my head growing back its hairs after a razor was put to it. It’s about as long as my tiny pinky finger now. I don’t even know what to do with all the hair I already have. It’s SO HOTTTTTTTT and heavy and I’m constantly pulling my head. I’m sitting on it even in ponytails. Rolling over in bed is a nightmare. And if the wind blows with my hair down it’s a nightmare. I can’t drive with my hair and windows down unless I want to eat my hair. Long hair is basically a nightmare. If my hair is down and I’m wearing lipstick, it’s guaranteed to stick on me. My prince better effing show up, I’m sick of kissing frogs…
I now go to bed with the crows and get up with the roosters just like my memaw once did… She was an amazing woman and taught me everything I know… her name was Sybil and she always told me I was her favorite grandbaby. I miss her so much. You guys are all I have. Grateful for you. I’d be alone otherwise.
I was going to write a non rhyme, and then I was going to write a rhyme, and then I decided to write a non rhyming rhyme and thus this poem formed… but I like how it turned out. Do you? 🤔
Slaves to the 1 percent Chained by the narcissists One foot forward ’til the other quits Mind says no but the heart persists
Damnation at the edge of both wrists You think it is love but you never have kissed He binds you so tight with the lies that he twists You cannot stop now no matter the risk
The devil’s tongue is hard to resist His hold on you tighter than both fists No matter your move he’s ahead of the lists As inch by inch you cease to exist
The truth is, I would carry his stone; I would slay his demons and carry him home. The truth is, I walk on my own; But his heart won’t have to be carried alone.
Hi y’all. I wrote a new poem and dropped it on my Patreon this morning, along with an introduction, and it is a public post (free to all), so be sure you give it a visit! Please give me a follow on Patreon too if you’re not already doing so, that way at the very least, you can keep up with my public posts (yeps, you can follow me there)! I really like the poem I wrote and shared there this morning though and I hope you can take a few minutes to visit and read it, and I would love your feedback or comments! I am extremely grateful for my Patrons, your support means I can continue blogging and writing, and it holds me accountable and makes me feel worthy to have your support! Writing has always been my dream. Thank you so much for your encouragement on my blog and on my Patreon, I’m truly grateful for you! ❤️❤️❤️ Thank you for your encouragement and support in helping me grow as a writer and an artist!
Shadows reveal everything. I posted stuffs on my Instagram. I play on an Epiphone. I know a few chords. You can listen on Tuners. I’m busy doing stuffs. Forgive my absence of your blogs (or commenting in general). I’m newly on Patreon as a writer if you’d like to support my creative endeavors. There’s only one me and I run all my social media accounts, but I do work hard to put out good content. Here’s some photos of me without makeups (sorry, self-loathing phase AKA depression).
I’ve gained at least 5 lbs from eating donuts I’m sure… (I weigh in at 125 pounds currently, petite as fuck). No filter. HAIRS 😍I posted this and a few others on Instagram but Insta zooms them. So here it is with my face. I’m sure it was better without. 🙂
G’nite! Time for baths. Probably should have cleaned up first. Dirty gal (more like just tired and achy). 🙂
I posted a song uncut and unfiltered on Tuners Radio, despite my crippling stage fright. I’ve never even been able to do open mic night or karaoke. I’d love your feedback though. Go easy on me. 😇
P.S. my muse Alex Ebert not only gave it like but added it to one of his playlist on Tuners Radio (he’s literally won Oscars for his music but that’s not why I love him)!! 😍
Lyrics:
It was something that they put you through It makes no sense at all If you will let me carry you I promise not to fall
I can take care of you But only if you want I’m strong enough to carry you Though sometimes I may crawl
Hang on, hang on, hang on ohhhhh ohhhhh ohhhhh ohhhh
Be tender with my will Craters have formed from the impact of your words They crush and pulverize How deep do my crevices go? Their corridors are dark And fill with regolith I tremble with aftershocks As your words settle into the cold My bones hold worries unknown My smooth surface eroding from longing I’d let you hide in my depths Come and go with the shadows See how the light races around my hole It falls into aches and covers the night with hope I am longing to find you there Your words move quicker than light-speed I am hollow, penetrate me Watch how the dust settles There’s a glimmer of destiny there Satisfaction Unison We belong together Like orbits decaying Feel the pull Shake me The more you resist, the harder I tug Inevitability Had you not found me when you did My darkness might have perished forever You sheltered me from death By breaking me apart And then you assembled me into fragments and shards of fate And now I must find myself Aching is need of life More pieces Of you You’ve fallen everywhere Our dust glitters I am everywhere you look now Finally together Ice rings form around my shell A promise ring of forever Or a chastity belt of no escape Trapped in the eternal I was waiting here in the dark yet still I was found Bound, now in the ever Look at your creations Beautiful disasters Wait here awhile Cover me in your eternity
I’m not proud of the things I have done Dropping verse like a hit and run Settling scores by the inch of my tongue Belittling others cuz they’re having more fun
I’m not proud of calling them names Dousing the fuel, igniting the flames Keeping him down and shackled in chains Changing the rules without knowing the games
With tiny feet I trample the heavens But take regrets and multiply by seven I caused you pain and my mouth was my weapon I made you cry in multiple sessions
I am sorry I pushed you all away For the trouble I caused and the endless heartache For the knife I inserted with every mistake For tossing stones instead of embrace
I don’t expect you to forgive me I just want you to know it made me feel empty And that pound of weight has turned into twenty And heavier now is this ink that is leaking
I need you to know I feel humiliated And maybe this apology has been long-awaited? Maybe none of us are where we are fated? Maybe tomorrow our hands are less weighted?
My door is always open and you are welcome here Coming together is what I wanted, not to disappear I’ve been looking for forgiveness and checking in my rear And I’m hoping maybe silence is more than you all can endear
So, I’m sorry. It may not mean much. It may not help at all. But, I am completely humiliated by my actions and accusations of other bloggers, and even the comments I have left here or on Instagram. Please forgive me if you can. My head and heart really were confused, and my actions did not match my character. My behavior is\was deplorable. I’m sorry I hurt you.
Regrets eek (self circa 2019)
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I never know he’s watching, But, I’m hoping, I’m hoping on, the rope that’s got me choking And tighter yet, the courage it takes coping When hanging from, the thread he strung, starts croaking And tighter do my hands become from groping Regrets like knots, have kept love from corroding Swaying bound, his eyes slowly approaching Enlightenment may be found with both eyes opened
PoeEternal 