I had to make order of the chaos By getting rid of it Crying lots and a little bit Putting dying on hiatus Changing energy from stasis Burning bridges and first basis I’m the best at tasteless
I know you’re out there. I know you still love me.
The furniture was removed for free yesterday.
I was grateful and humiliated at the same time.
I wish I had offered him more than a protein treat for reward.
He took the treat.
I wish he would have taken my humiliation with him out the door. But alas, it remains with me.
There is nothing here but broken dreams and damaged carpet.
I am but a shell.
Crawling back to theta mode
I hate it here
This manmade infected environment full of natural flavor and narcissism
I know you’re in love with a prostitute
Did you know the government makes money from prostitution and most porn is made in California and Nevada made prostitution legal and our doors are open to immigration 24/7 and there is a direct link to sex trafficking and prostitution
I get called a “manhater”
The place is empty of life or longing.
Dogs and cats are not native to the environment
Just wanna see earth win
White people should be on the endangered species list – check the census
Glad Black Lives Matter are the only one who matters
My only visitor is the sunrise Connected to the earth Eternal blood ties Pretending any moment Could be his blue skies Holding in each breath Before the hope dies
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I think FaceBook is a dump and the platform is obsolete and he’s trying so hard to stay relevant
It’s a playground for predators and Big Bro is pushing the Illuminati’s agenda of the digital age and selling his crap
I’m getting off the platform for good soon enough
It’s just a back door for advertisers to spy on you
And we gave Mark Zuckerberg permission to tag our faces and now they are using automatic scanning against us
I can’t stand information control
1984 is now
And I’ll be using face tattoos and theatrical makeup in more cosplay sets upcoming just because it’s so very fucking offensive to some and so very appreciated by the rest
It’s actually had a lot of good feedback
Which is why one person out there has their butt hole burning red over my success
It’s eating them alive
So they feel like a big person getting my intellectual property removed in an illegal way (cheating)
But I can’t fucking stand FaceBook and this photo set had positive response on all the other platforms that it’s been posted to so thank you
The entire reason I left android behind is because android was bought out by Facebook and you can’t even uninstall Facebook on android devices now, so that’s why I’m over on Apple!
Mark Zuckerberg has too much control so he can sell you stuff and spy on you 24/7!
If we’re honest, I wish they were filled out with milk 👀
I’m hormonal and wish I were preggo 😈
I don’t feel bad my enemy had a safe for work photo removed as “spam” on FaceDump, so here it is without the edit 😈
If I were turned into a 2D Disney character, this is how I would look! 😍
Now all I need is a lonely tower, a couple evil cats, and a Prince I’ve cast a spell on, who is madly in-love with me, and is coming to rescue me from my evil prison and release the curse!
Am I your new favorite cartoon? 😚
All my facial expressions Disneyfied!
Which are your favorites? 🤔
Thinking she’s going to die lonely, unrescued, and unloved…
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How I feel about our love. Neither here or gone. Still loading. Or maybe that’s just 2021? I have a good side and a bad side. Double trouble. Twice the love. 💞
Am I your angel or demon? A lonely mermaid? Are we now even?
Did you know I read tarot from time to time? I have 2 deck of cards plus some tarot books. While I don’t have each card memorized, I’m fairly good at interpreting what they mean, in comparison to the question you ask each deck/reading. My friends and family are generally pretty amazed by each reading (despite me flipping through my book). While I’m not as experienced reading tarot, I’m skilled with meditation sessions and intermediate with meditation with crystals and stones. I studied astrology when I was 15, followed by dream interpretation, and then wound up getting my science degree in psychology. I also have a medical background working as an EMT (Emergency Medical Technician) and Combat Medic for some 8 years in the Army (I went on to get a second MOS in the Army as I was offered a position with the Department of Defense, so I went to another school in the Army and got a second MOS classification and started working as a Transportation officer. Thus my medical career halted, I changed my masters from psychology to an MBA, as my entire life changed when I became a businesswoman for the DOD (Department of Defense) and this went on for several years until I reached 15 years in the Army and opted to not reenlist a fifth or sixth time. Thus, here I am now. An unknown soldier, poor, heartbroke, and on the brinks of a mysterious death, just like Edgar A. Poe!!! Woo Hoo!
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Your walls of trust are ruin Still the moss is green in our garden There are dinosaur skeletons and secrets buried Iron walls to keep off enemy My lips are gold and clean I’m still your sunbeam Leaning on the moon My roots dug into you The tombs are crumbling Regret is ivy Black holes are spinning too They have mass like the weight of you Time has turned into quicksand Every place you’ve been I’m not calling on a friend From lie to dust My blood is rust But the starlight It keeps rushing through With every thought of you My lips are gates of doom
I know why Edgar Allan Poe died heartbroke on the street. I know your secrets. Dig into the crust and search its layers, love is still found.
Cut the red forest down. Run us into Andromeda. My love won’t go extinct.
There may not be a grave for you to visit when I die. Or a blog. People die and vanish from history. Am I fading from existence with your every breath? Where does the light go inside you?Have you already forgotten me? Tell me how easy? Click click erase?
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Take the air from where I breathe He will never notice me
There you go again Breaking my heart For just a thrill It’s overkill
A thousand times over You have made your point And I know I am never what you sought Though lurking I am aching where you haunt Through searching Though every tear was bought
Age of despair But like an ember I flare him up Because I care And I’ve no defense From getting burned everywhere
I was in alliance with ineptitude
Love is like the beginning and the end. Alpha omega. I love you. I’ll kill you. But I love you forever.
You look like you are dying Bu you are already dead
As above, so below My aura is here to glow
This great depression.
There will be no headstone No grave From life to dust I’m not okay (RIP daddy)
Where are you? In every molecule? The early morning dew? The air I breathe on lonely avenue?
Where are you? If not but in every dream I dream? Clinging to the in-between? Wondering if I can be seen?
All God is woe.
My bed is overrated.
I don’t know where to begin so I’d rather not start at all…
Where have the best years of my life gone
At 26,000 light-years away, it’s the closest we’ve ever been- And if regret is a singularity, it’s finally creeping in (re: black hole)
I got cigarette burns on my skin Black holes where he’s been There’s cold creeping in A hundred reasons why I sin
You’re just her whipping boy You’re a tool You want to be her toy You’re a fool
I know not what holds him here I am a dry sponge, brittle The way time taunts me Like I am little
Give me a veil Let’s rest in hell
I got secrets that would disown me The way he’s unholy Still that’s my only
I wish Sagittarius A* would put on his parking breaks Throw me into another galaxy if that’s what it takes
I am a living statue To darkness, his bride (Well that’s a lie) Still isn’t he by my side?
It’s so dark on the inside Maybe why I cry
Banned under the same sunbeam From things I’ve seen Those things I’ve seen are haunting me
Take away the ray Take away the ray It’s burning
Chained to existence Wishing I didn’t remember you That’s coming too I won’t remember who
My eyes are sunspots Turning grey From things you say
Married to hopelessness Decay Mourning Sorrow Despair Isolation Loneliness Quantum confusion Heartache Wilderness Wonder Beauty Longing Truthfulness Purity Humanity All entities The air we breathe The hope we seek The light we keep
She built an empire on a pyramid scheme. She’s an evil queen.
The world can burn for all I care.
Sometimes Even under soft moons Or enduring high noons There will be casualties of war
And even when I face doom And circling is his tomb I believe there is love within his core
He’s been charged with possession of stolen property; my heart.
In the beginning there was nothingness. Now in the end, nothing is.
The only lines I cross are rhyme.
You are the cold emptiness of space Absolute zero You are the reason I lay in waste You’re not a hero
Come to me By frothy sea Shine your light I fancy thee
I was born into confusion Believe this, believe that It’s all delusion Best theory or illusion
I’m so much better than that flock of shit you summon Your mouth is the opposite direction I am running Your lies only come by the dozen You can knock but you can’t come in The darkness covers all but it’s my coven You ain’t welcome here again
You fool How desolate and awkward your thoughts lead you Rising plumes of gloom And I an idiot more To watch how hope you consume Bereft of pulse A necrophiliac You lifted pen then I had life But then you call creation strife But I died again after witnessing your child and wife
I’m a rib from your side A curse like Dracula’s bride Or Bonnie and Clyde I drink your love like cyanide Mixed with hope and rhyme
I am a dead sea A red sea A bad seed Devolving Unsolving Dead, see?
Death do us part
I’m tired of defending my actions against your lies From sunup to sundown I am wise I can see clearly with these eyes You can’t erase these cries
Loving him is a sentence to death row.
Why does my love always cause destructive tidal waves?
Did you know mountains were resting on your shoulder named envy? You let me crash on your soul in frenzy I’m dizzy Did you not need me?
Did you know moons were glowing with envy? Heartache cost not a penny But I got plenty If you need any?
Distance is The love we keep And even further The solution we seek
Life’s a waiting room Give my wound a womb Erase the moon Erect my tomb You are full doom
Now I owe you nothing Soul paid I’m reduced to hurting
Oh! What heavens I could reach with your arms!
Did you know when I look up I find you stargazing into my soul You know where every prayer goes
Dear Edgar, I can’t live without my love either But he is lost in the ether I can’t reach him neither
Edges of time his mind I go missing every time His rhyme Holding me to crime His line Wishing on a dime
Not everyone is created equal Like the ones who pull out fast then take it slow Those aren’t my kind of people
Sometimes, I climb into the ether where we met Heaven is risky but I took the step You feel like eternity in an instance Gotta keep our distance
Words were never said Eyes peering like cement He could see the rise and fall of her chest Feel the heat of her heart with every breath Moving across the cold air Her feet sizzling from where she fell Took iron strength just to stand and stare
He moved taking a step toward her As her body slowly extended upward Pulling her wings in tighter She was a fighter
He towered her petite frame His breathing was met with flame Expelling from the side of his lip He had sin wrapped around his hip
He cast a glare on her like an eclipse She was a rare sight in holy mist How far from heaven she did exist To fall on hell to feel his kiss
His hoof moved a step closer in It’s the closest to heaven he’s ever been Her desire never smelled of sin For love she fell and she’d do it again
It’s as if all time existed in one evening Her eyes were wet with fear and seething Or maybe the reflection was mere envy Whatever it was, he only could stop the bleeding
His step was sturdy with blight He didn’t want to fill her with fright And having better intentions despite He lowered a knee becoming her knight
Love came to him in a clump She brought the world to him in just one jump They stood on eternity though ground was a dump And with only a smile she gave him a bump
To be continued…?
How does eternity feel?I love you
Hi. Been up for days. Freestyle wrote this. Sorry for any formatting errors or misspellings. Living on poetry and tears.
The lie it grew and grew and grew I knew I fell from heaven on the truth Got stuck like glue On every lie because of you Oh, it hurts so much too From empty bottle to fully blue Hell mistook me for a fool
Your prayer dropped a clue You envy youth Now away it flew Leaving you with tooth How they accrue Still every mask I cut through It’s time I withdrew
Spent the night soiling the earth with tears begging the almighty to let me see what I need so I could be free. Didn’t understand the lesson that be. Crying to God, you can lead a demon to holy water, but you cannot make him drink!!!
Nearly drowning from all that makes me bleed. Suffocating on the very air that we breathe. He gave me new eyes to see. Your soul is empty. God cut me free (now whose lying).
The truth hurts worse than the lieTelling lies to myself. That’s not you. It’s someone else. It’s his brother. I’m crazy! Seeing what I wanna! I seem to like you no matter who you are. Which makes me not like you very much!! 😭😰😭I wish I could believe my own lie when I say I don’t love you.The truth hurts worse than the lie. Oh, God forgive me! I still love you, I do! 💔Cursed like Mina Tepes to always love you. 💔
Sidenote: I’ve been in some sort of weird rhyme scheme where I limit my vocabulary even more than I normally do when rhyming. I don’t rhyme just to rhyme, that’s where people fall flat. There’s probably a name for what I’m doing but brain damage. Losing my mind. I see way more than I want to see with my third eye and I’ve never been so fucking depressed or lonely in my life and it’s not that I don’t like my own company because I do – that’s why I’m isolated. I’m growing ever more suicidal and out of fucks to give. But doing the rhyme scheme like I did above, that shit is hard, yo.
I was also at a place where I was worried about using the same words that I had already used before and then I decided to just let that go.
I’ll probably be jumping off the Eiffel fucking Tower reciting some last words you know. Eh. CR CR CRAZZZY out of fucks to give.
Words are the only thing left holding me together.
Oh, you thought that was just a line?
The only thing I’m staying alive for at this point is the Matrix 4. And maybe another hug from Gavin Rossdale cuz he’s like my fountain of youth. I sniffed his neck once, I’m so fucking weird!!!! I think I wanted a bite 😩
I’m sure he’d like that but not while he’s singing to thousands of people!
Then again, this is me. I could get away with murder just with my smile. 😊
I am 1000% insane crazy because I’m literally in love with dracul even tho he’s a fucking monster. Rip my fucking heart out. At least Mina got laid!!!!! She died by suicide, FYI!!!
SHE WAS REAL!!!! *laughs insanely*
Dracul is still very much feared in his land. I wanted to get married in Transylvania or there about.
Love isn’t real, is it? You never really loved me.
I walked across the desert with the Devil A slow trot ensuring I was careful He gave me paper and he gave me pencil He talked as though the world was sterile
He showed me war, he showed me death And I saw things that took my breath And still I marched into the depth And on I march digging deeper yet
The writing’s on the wall contain disillusionment And not a cry ever sounding jubilant And though it pale, a voice to help illuminate And at his wall I felt my soul rejuvenate
I took to paper and then to pen And as I wrote I felt again I spoke of how but never when But dreams with him weren’t filled with zen
And though his touch cannot be felt It is his words that make me melt And care not how his names are spelt For in his heart is where I’ve dwelt
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I’m not through with Halloween, after all, today IS halloween. These are just a few I took and edited on All Hallows Eve. 🙂
All photography & digiart by me (including props, costume and makeups)All photography & digiart by me (including props, costume and makeups)
But this is the two days I can legally scare the children and the parents be okay with it.
All photography & digiart by me (including props, costume, and makeups)
La la la la la la 🎃🎃🎃
You can never trust an angel.“Boo bitch craft” (-)
Everyday is Halloween when you’re a ghoul like me. 🙂
Spookies 🙂Fallen angel. You know the devil was a fallen angel too? The first in fact. 🎃Just a little gal from the south – all bark (but subject to bite). *gets back in coffin*“Let us prey”
*Sound on* No I can’t lose you. 🎃No filterResting bitch face. No filter. 😂 Do you like my mask? Think I’ll perform more spoken word in its. Pre beast mode but in purring mode tis almost Halloweenz. Gotta get my nails on. I dig this purple eye color filter thoCurrently 420 years old in vampy years 🙂
Petite. If you’ve never had a little, I said a little is alot…
My love, if you’ve ever known truth, know my tongue Love is the reason for why I’ve come Heaven is leaking from my lung
My middle name is Faith and it’s more than just a name. (But go ahead and attach digital currency to my worth).
I look on you and continents and oceans disappear Into the thin atmosphere Wishing you were here
I hope one day you find the street that leads to my arms.
He didn’t know what to tell her, He didn’t want to lie. He just knew anything was better, Than the truth he had to hide.
I read them… They just don’t draw attention Not like yours I’m alive in your world Like leopards leaping giants Our history to be explored I’m alive forevermore Your words are gems on peaceful shores Do you think they’ll ever find our matching hidden doors? Love written like puzzle pieces Rearranged and then re-written I’m smitten! Insert your phrase like a vampire I’ve been bitten! Got me itching! Crawling over the people I’m ditching!
She’s a Goddess hidden under crutch, What price would you pay to feel her touch?
All the things
I’m still a favorite under veil A full moon can shine from hell
Been writing and recording in my studio all day today.Where the magic and curses happen. 🎃“Where are you? / I am sitting on the Moon“Itching to pick my guitar. Practice session tomorrow hopefully! Werking. Recording them rhymes. Just yer average gal doing extraordinary thingsMe. Baghdad, Iraq. 2003. I did not blow up the building, our Marines did. I was a combat medic and deployed with the 212th MASH (Mobile Army Surgical Hospital) for Operation Enduring Freedom and Operation Iraqi Freedom – OEF/OIF. HOOAH. I’m fighting wars with my pen now instead of my M16… don’t tread on me. Although I am an efficiently trained killing machine, I was also skillfully trained to heal people. 15 years of hard training and the Army never does anything half ass. I don’t either. I’ve got a ton of awards, medals, and certifications “but these stories don’t mean anything / when you’ve got no one to tell them to”… Warning: may bite suddenly and without warning. Proceed with caution. Ich habe hunger (I am hungry). I’m not bandaging wounds today, well I am, but different kind of wounds, and with ink and paper (my pen is also lethal). But I prefer home life now over foxholes in Iraq…Writing is what I’ve always wanted to do. Between both my jobs, being a single parent, and going to college full-time, my writing and passion got buried. Life is hard for some of us. We’re not all born with a silver spoon and spineless spine. Think I might have my next reel written. 8 lines this time. 👀That one time Val Kilmer acknowledged my existence on Twitter with some love. It’s remained my pinned Tweet ever since. He has been one of my favorite actors since I was 10 years old- so for him to love my pen name is a pretty incredible compliment as a poet and writer. It’s okay to be a little jealous. I get jealous of me too. 😂 It’s just a Tweet you say. Well yeah, one that needs to be printed out and framed and hung on my wall in my studio. It’s kinda a big deal for me still. Most people promote their blog or something with a pinned Tweet. Not me, got Kilmer up. There are people that don’t even know who he is and they get to vote. *rolls eyes* 👀I’ve been really busy creating and I haven’t had much time for anything else. I’m just needing to get this stuff out before I die. My entire life has been just trying to survive and get by. This is the one chance the universe has given me. Crowds were never much for me. Spiral out, keep going…
So stick around if you wanna. I need to stop screwing around and get a schedule put together for Twitch so I can start bringing open mic night to you. Loving people with depression requires a lot of patience. That’s probably why I don’t have a lot of people that love me. But if people would stop treating me like shit, I probably wouldn’t be depressed. So goes the circle of life.
I can’t stand things in my eyes so never did contacts again. Plastic to me is like silver to werewolf. These were Angel contacts but I’ll never wear them again. I feel everything, it’s why I hate life. Might start wearing my eyeliner like that again. I’m a tomboy and like things messy, like my makeup. I’ve never once had anybody compliment my eyes, at least not the color. I normally get compliments on my fucking teeth (followed by “did you get braces” uhhh no). The only enhancements I have on me are tattoos, hair dye, and piercings. And I need more of all these things. But me no likey pain. Yep. But for who???? *sobs uncontrollably*
I was all darkness, cold and gas A baby stellar nursery forming with mass But along lit my flame when it was you who came to pass I’d give you every bit of starlight if ever you would ask
I already had a poem with Starlight as the title. Totally forgot about this one. And it’s a good one. I’m getting ready to put a book together of love poems but my god I’ve written so much poetry in the last two years and it is not organized at all- I need your help. I need you to come organize my poetry like Pamela did for Jim Morrison because I’m Morrison’s daughter and just as disorganized poetically. People have even told me I possess a room like Morrison when I walk into it (pre war days). I’m a mess. Helps. 💞
I love you so hard, don’t I baby?
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The only thing that mattered were how we were to one another Many children go without a father or a mother They only know abuse from the hand of every lover It’s simply poor excuse you failed to be a brother
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Red fire sunTrapped in forest of longing Watch the sunrise come
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Pale and withdrawn Thank you for all your support here, there, everywhere! That’s all for now. Thanks for visiting my blog!
The only thing missing was some fake blood and my custom fitted vampire fangs… 👍
P.S. I’ve been painting my lips red since I was 13. I never outline my lips. Tomboyish mostly and prefer a natural, blushy tone. I also don’t want botox or lip enhancers to kill my lines. I’ve died a million times. It’s written in these rhymes.
Lurking underworld with resting bitch face front-and-center… HOOAH
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Photo of the ocean taken & edited by @poeeternalOh, hello insomnia
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I lay my head down on silence like a pillow Stiff The dreams are stagnant His lies are foul My hope sluggish I cling to love like a parasite And without sight
Envy is black moss Ivy-thick doubt Twines twisting around his silhouette I watch clouds form from longing Rolling thunderous covetous hands Prying into my desires like butter The wind is brewing strong regret
Quick strikes of lightning when world’s collide If only nightmares were soft satin slippers One could wear proudly his crown It’s lost underground with the thicket
I have two shadows And not one to trust
I yield to confusion I give him skeleton keys to my home A disorderly garden wrought with weed Tall are worries Watch him stall Even the moon grows anxious and full
If I turn quickly I might spot a ghost Rummaging through heartache With fingers dripping from ink and mud
Tormented by what is And chained to never was
Or maybe that’s just my reflection
If per chance you stood near My gravity would rip you to shreds Our halos are dancing instead
I’ll take part of you The very best piece of you You have the best of me too
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Cut me up and piece me back together, I’m still into you…
I’ve tried to kill the need but it just grows stronger. I need you hard.
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No one makes me smile the way he makes me smile – not by a mile The way he wears me with his eyes, if only you had his style Months go by without a word like we’re living in exile And then word the king is coming and we’re lining up single-file
I got a “like” by Bush on this Instagram post of this poem I wrote and digiart of Gavin Rossdale I made!! (see post below) *squee* (it is definitely squee worthy for one of my favorite artist to like a poem I wrote about him, I will take the love in any form or fashion he gives me!!!)
So, *tries to breathe* some of you may know I’m obsessed with Gavin Rossdale and Bush, I literally wait for hours in all weather just to get front row for his band… I drive for hours, I wait in long lines for hours (I’m usually front of line, so get to venues extremely early, after driving for hours to get to said venue- although a couple gigs have been nearby!) Anyhoo, I am full-on, fangirl. And when he’s around me, I literally do stupid shit. I forget basic greetings. I drop shit. Sometimes I curse him. Last year I decided to skip hugging him when he reached out to hug me, and hugged Chris the guitar player instead. In my mind, I guess ‘save the best for last’ but in reality, STEWPIDS. He stills loves me despite me erratic behavior, he actually touched my pants and said, “I love your pants” (they were Kat Von D leggins). Everything is a bit fuzzy afterwards. But every time I meet him I get like, fuzzy. There are many stories, but I won’t get through them all.
6 days ago Bush performed a free live gig, for the launch of Fantracks, a cool interactive stage where you can see bands perform! Seeing as gigs have come to a complete halt in reality, a live stream is the next-best-thing! Of course I tuned in for the Bush performance. But, a couple days prior to the event, a Tweet came in very late in the day, to send in video questions via email, so I quickly put together a 19 second video, but almost gave up emailing it, because the file was too big to send email even at 19 seconds. So naturally, I had to reduce the file size, without reducing the quality, and in the end, tossing it in my Instagram story creator tool, and saving it without actually sharing it, worked better than anything else I could do! Eventually got it emailed, but nearly gave up until I tried the Insta thing! I didn’t think my question would get selected, Bush just dropped a new album, I figured they’d answer those sorts of questions by fans!
Apparently some 125,000 people tuned in for the launch of Fantracks with Bush performing!! I was watching it livestream free, but it’s now available on Video-on-Demand (VOD) for like $1.99 I think. So if you want to see the preshow, the gig, and the aftershow stuff, it’s worth getting!! You’ll get to see the entire show, plus see my fan question!! Anyway, I shared just the Q&A with Gav and me on my Instagram IGTV, and Youtube (see video below)! It’s been an exciting few days!! Are you a Bush fan? Are you into gigging as much as me? Are there any bands you worship? Music is what I am living for. And poetry. =)
Watch my fan question to Gavin Rossdale below!! A YouTube version is also below! This is only my section with Gavin, he answered two other fan questions as well! Mine was question two he answered! So cool that my question was selected and answered!! I love Bush!!! *screams*
And my obsession with my king continues… =) I’m still riding this high!!!Screenshots taken by me during the live stream performance by BushScreenshots taken by me during the live stream performance by BushScreenshots taken by me during the live stream performance by BushScreenshots taken by me during the live stream performance by Bush Screenshots taken by me during the live stream performance by BushScreenshots taken by me during the live stream performance by BushScreenshots taken by me during the live stream performance by BushScreenshots taken by me during the live stream performance by BushGavin Rossdale and Matt Pinfield – Screenshots taken by me during the aftershow Q&A
Self, Gavin Rossdale and Matt Pinfield with my fan question – Screenshots taken by me during the after-show Q&AGavin Rossdale and Matt Pinfield with my fan question – Screenshots taken by me during the after-show Q&A
P.S. I have more photos than what I’ve shared here. And honestly, I could make this entire blog post as long as a book! It feels good to have my tablet full of Bush photos again (even if only this livestream and Q&A)! This year has been a bust! BUT THIS MAKES ME HAPPIES. And I’m feeling some inspiration tickling in these cold veins again… =)
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I like teasing the senses. The art of sensuality. LSD; love, sensuality, devotion. My creed.
I like teasing the senses. The art of sensuality. LSD; love, sensuality, devotion. My creed.
Below are some videos and photography of waterplay (no not that hardcore, desensitized porn stuff). Just a gal in a bath tub capturing the movement of shadows in candlelight, hair in water & the softness of me (despite my iron thick walls). There is slight nudity in some of the videos (do not watch if mild nudity offends). Angels are warriors but there is some softness remaining under my iron armor and Kama Sutra is an interest and focus in my life. I’m interested in soft spots and openings in hearts, minds, and bodies. Hardcore desensitizes not only your senses but your mind (plastic too). Sensuality brings enlightenment. I am the darkness, show me the light. I am the fire, give me air. The 4 elements of life. Breathe devotion and love into me. Don’t come into my life to show me roughness. I’m interested in softness. Show me your soft spots. Touch the places in me few ever go…
Waterplay (not that hardcore stuff)Playing with my softnessWater + long hair Bath playtime zenBlack n’ white ❤zenI love waterplaying around with film and editing ❤❤Petite & 100% all natural I do like cherries 🙂hi
I don’t want hardcore. I know hardcore. I survived a war with guns and fighting and people dying (I served 15 hard years in the Army). I want something more. Peace. Tranquility. Sensuality. Love. Poetry. The sound of your voice in my ear. Your footsteps are the beats of my heart. Let me listen. Quiet the things that make you spiral out of control. Focus on LSD; love, sensuality, devotion. ❤
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They need me up until I’m muted Chances are I’ve done something that couldn’t be disputed But when it comes to compassion it’s poorly executed And when I try my hand at warmth it comes across polluted
I’m pulling and I’m pulling for his wings to be uprooted There once was a time his heart could be recruited But cheap romance and chugs of lies was a game he felt more suited In truth he won and always will his wit can be saluted
I felt him swing from the heavens, into my heart he went And from the bowels of the netherworld, my soul came to ascent Our orbits must have collided, I have been feeling him ever since Collecting more than fraying feathers, I’m not that innocent
Watching him grow cold and devilish, while following his gradual descent Vision crossing planks of inability, I cannot stop these events Burning chains on regret, dragging around feet like they are blocks of cement The weight of consequence in this pit, the dead can still lament
He’s never once said he enjoys my stories My poetry, my writing, he must find it boring While everyone else gets all the glory I am left with nothing but worries
He knows the answer but still he will ask, why does the sky cry rain? Knowing that the clouds carry all our weight and pain.
He ravages the Earth and pierces her with his spear, then asks, what are we doing here? Feels like our grave. The end was coming anyway, he’ll say.
He says, love has no direction, while spinning in a circle. And he never sets his eyes on her. He’s lost connection. And all of yesterday. It’s just a shame. The answer is always the same.
It’s not the best house but it’s definitely not the worst And if you think I’m worthless well honey you’re not the first And if you think I’m perfect well your bubble I’m here to burst And if you blame obsession I know I’ve got the thirst
I may not be a diamond but I’m definitely not a curse And if you’re wanting love well my heart left in a hearse I might have said I loved you once or twice in verse But if I stick around I’ll likely make it worse
Fallen Angel (self-portrait)I know I don’t matter. You made that clear. I don’t base my worth on you or my sometimes mistakes. People grow, people change. At least, I do. You’re likely holding onto versions of me that no longer exist. I’ve said my sorries, I’ve made my peace.
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I’m getting ready to go on some sort of two week social media detox. I’ll be working on content for my campaign and patrons still. But elsewhere I’m gonna attempt radio silence.
Block the cold winds blowing from the north Frozen in time mistakes keep you from moving forth Like the heavy winds from the north You stop and weap Holding down a crumbling fort Eight days a week You carry regret like a torch Reminder: time is short
After midnight poetry. Stuff in my head.
Open quarters Small circles Blown mortars Follow orders Closed borders Such horror
All blurs No cures Blood pours More tours Four doors His wars
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I love the wonderful feedback about my poetry, that’s why I’m now on Patreon which is an excellent platform for writers and artist. Can you help me reach my goal? www.patreon.com/poeeternal
I love the wonderful feedback about my poetry, that’s why I’m now on Patreon which is an excellent platform for writers and artist. Can you help me reach my goal? www.patreon.com/poeeternal
I dream colors of grey, blue, and red My eyes open and see you instead Every image is turned into you Can’t escape your gravity no matter what I do
How the greys simply tug on my heart And your blue keeps me from falling apart How your red is like the blood in my vein And your voice is the thunder and the rain
Do you ever read something and feel like it’s written just for you? Do you live in the words and get in trouble when you do? Are they in front of you yet completely out of reach? Does every syllable leave you without speech?
Have you ever opened up yourself to truth? Did it leave you jaded and tearing through your youth? Do you cling to love even if it makes you bleed? Does he understand he’s the only thing I need?
Do you take a step even if the timings wrong? Does it weaken you even when you’re strong? Do your fantasies ever turn into belief? Does reality always turn to grief?
I’m blowing you a kiss. Catch it!! By the way, those little specs on my lips are freckles. Yup. Got them everywhere. Lipstick won’t even hide them. I hate them!!!! (Is this why boys never kiss me?)
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