Do you think if silence had a sound, it would sound like my heartbeat next to yours? Gently crashing on your soul like frothy shores? Per chance the knocking were only open doors? Would it end our wars?
I was going to write a non rhyme and then 5 seconds later this poem was born. Light-speeds!
Spiraling into nothingness like a cocoon
Elite. I live and breathe this shite. Eh, addictions. What can you do? The madness is the cure. I’ll eventually get another non-rhyme out of me. I’ve been trying to pull that bitch out!! Just don’t rhyme. Simple. Right? Eh, no. Not at all. 😣😑😮😣😏🙄
*pen to vein* *inject all the feels* *euphoric* Oooh me wrotes another rhyme!!! It just fell out! Am I allowed to sometimes like the stuff that I write? Cuz this gave me a sweet tooth. You? 😍
I’ll get him to love me with curses and incantations 💔Tell me
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You hold me on your back the way earth holds all creation Changing earthquakes to calm lakes Sunrise to reason I’m freestyling steps while doubling the stakes Love is cold but still in season Dancing over simmering aches You’re stepping over treason Bleeding to stay awake Though love is like a beacon I’m all in- whatever it takes Because you’re all I’m ever needing
Tell me, are you all in? Fold? If it keeps on raining/ the levee’s going to break 🎵🎶🎵If it keeps on raining/ the levee’s going to break 🎵🎶🎵Holding onto youth with all that I am. A pure soul. No greys yet!!!! You gonna raise yer bet????
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Not only does he listen I got him by the teeth And in his world I glisten While dancing on his feet
His love has no conditions So solid like concrete It seems his only mission Is loving me complete
Walking tightropes Over every word wrote Using lines to balance Darkness and failed hope Taking steps to fall But then don’t He pushes me across the wire His back gropes The world crying I’m a joke But he won’t
He is a cosmic jewel Longing felt under moon A hope or two A dream in blue
Earthly views The perfect muse The love I choose Someone I can’t refuse
Uhm, is anyone sick of my rhyme yet? Did anyone notice that within a blink my blog reached nearly 10K more views? Nearly 10,000 more visits HERE to read my blog! We’re nearing 60K! 😍
Got my enemies watching with a telescope- they say they hate me but you know I’m dope! 😍
I freestyle write my poetry 90% of the time and always tweak stuff during the WP posting process. Actually, my voice will change based on my writing tools, which is one reason I want to get offline and get on a typewriter again. Starting to pick up pencil again too. And pen. Hope to move back into calligraphy. I have all my tools, just no energy or drive (depression). Hard to brush my teeth on most days and not dive off the bridge here that I’ve been contemplating doing since I arrived here and recently an 18 year old kid jumped off it last year. Right off the overpass onto the interstate I was driving on. A constant reminder the world is shit. I feel that. He made his point known. I knows. I feel worthless too. Hence poem + depression. Le sigh. I really could use a gig this year. The uni trying. Bush = happiness (and Gav really likes me coming to his shows and I really like going to his shows even tho I act an ass of myself and curse him sometimes- yep he still likes me coming tho I make an absolute ass of myself) KING 👍I worship Bush (have since the early 90s). Look how Gavin Rossdale spelled my name, the first time we met (in 2016). With a little anarchy sign on the A followed by a little heart. UHM, I GET HEARTS BY GAVIN ROSSDALE. Sometimes I get wisdom and xoxo in DMs by him. Sometimes I tweet him that I see him on stage at a gig, he’ll respond via his microphone “I see you too” and jump off stage after soundcheck to come say hi and get photos. I need to do an entire blog post on my obsession cuz I got videos and photos on all this. Layer my tomb with all my Bush heirlooms. Like that time he jumped off stage just to give me a sweaty hug and the guitar pick he was playing with. *le sigh* Last year on my birthday he serenaded me while dancing above me for like a solid minute and I nearly passed out, dizzies, FYI.
I’m just not responsible for how I act when I’m physically around him and in fangirl mode because I have zero control over my hormones. Welp. Since the age of 12. WHATEV. SECOND CRUSH. NO BIG DEAL.
Gavin giving me his superman poses at the VIP meet-and-greet last year for my birthday! I need these framed in my home studio! 😍
I do sometimes curse him but last year on air he said I tell him the most beautiful things, which is also true. 😊
Gavin giving me his superman poses at the VIP meet-and-greet last year on my birthday! I didn’t know what was going on because I felt him pull away and I thought he didn’t want me hanging all over him in the photos so I lifted my head off his chest but kept my hands on his hard ass abs and kept smiling not knowing that he was doing Superman poses for me cuz he was super happy I was at a show!!! So several weeks later when the photos arrived (and doing VIP was a birthday present to myself because nobody did anything for me for turning the big 4-0), it was like opening the best present 🎁 the uni could give me. Nine times out of 10 when I meet Gavin Rossdale and get photos they are blurry. These were not. 😍
People think I’m in love with Gavin but I’m not, it’s just a silly crush I’ve had since I was age 12 and I’m insanely addicted to the music, it’s a music fan / artist relationship thing. He inspires me in different ways. He teaches me life lessons. Like how to stay alive when you don’t have the love of your life (he lost his big love- Gwen Stefani- they have 3 kids together. He has not replaced her).
Gavin Rossdale comes from that alternative scene where all his comrades are dying by suicide, which are basically his friends and I thought that we might lose him too when he lost Gwen Stefani (divorceeeee via humiliation, retaliation, he got to hear “used to love you” while walking in an airport. She didn’t take long to move on either, did she). Two thumbs down.👎👎
But he hung onto his fans and he says that he needs us more than ever now. I know what he means. He promised me on air that he would never hurt himself. But I need him too. I’m an outcast. He knows that. He knows what that feels like. To be the lone wolf! For the most part he’s had to deal with the United Kingdom hating him. Even of today, they will refer to him as “who is he” (as if he is no one) or use him as a slight against Gwen Stefani, when it was her band opening up for Bush and not the other way around (he made her known, not vice versa).
Gav has seen me at my worse. He still jumps off the stage to give me hugs when he sees my face. It gives me the happy feels. To be seen. To feel I have an ounce of worth. To feel appreciated. Because to the rest of the world, I am invisible and just a number (including to the love of my life, who could care less of my existence. He’d replace me in an instance). But there’s nothing like the feel of when Gavin sets his sights on me, and is walking towards me, and I know he’s headed my way, it’s so intense, his expression. That feeling of, “he see’s me, he’s headed my way”, “I’m not lost in the crowd” and Gavin is the type of guy who never looks away from me, yet I always break eye contact!!!
Got hugs by my king at the stroke of midnight last year, which was my birthday. Thank you universe.
Or like when he’s talking to his other fans, he’ll literally keep looking back at me and I always run away from him. I act stupid guaranteed. But like, I’m a soldier and he’s a king. He’s why I do these things. Basic. I need the music. Always have. Not just his music or art. All the things. Music keeps me going. Grounded. Alive. Couldn’t have survived the Iraqi war without it. Labor. Heartbreak. Loneliness. Poordom. Life.
Music is life. I need another gig. This century. THIS YEAR. COME ON 2020!!!
Me today because 2020 blows and I’ve had zero hugs from my king this year. Meh. Seeking a friend for the end of the world… When life gives you lemons, tie pretty boes. Me today during the covid zombie apocalypse- and the CDC says covid-19 is coming back with a vengeance. Seeking a friend for the end… Love during a zombie plague *laughs insanely, ties a pretty bow*
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Me no filter, worry lines, messy makeups, freckles, no bullshit. I smoke on the occasion. Should I buzz my side again? Might go have a smoke now. Think I still got the same pack I found months ago in the freezer. The Army taught me to ration and I’ve been poor lmao. Finding an entire, near full pack of Newport menthol was definitely a sign from heaven. Or hell? 🤔
My love – If words thee fail, you have two skies Please don’t let them close But should sleep forever cover your eyes Please leave me your prose
Walk slowly towards me please My heart exceeds light speeds When you are nearing infinity
Your lips come in seasons All at once Each syllable attached to luminance So much it haunts And dare I reason What each word wants?
I’m glad you are talking Like watching stars walking Stretching to infinity like they are something The twinkle in my eye you were hoping You’re the reason I am coping Your every moment I keep groping
She was an angel and he was a demon But he wanted her more than he wanted heaven
I want your breath as my nectar Dripping and sapping My tongue a collector Your favorite protector
You turn my knees to oceans My pleas to motions Sometimes so intense the notions I reach out in explosions Like SUPERNOVA the dosage
But it’s not enough I need more doses EXPANSION YET MOVING CLOSER You plow through me like a dozer But it’s not enough, I need another!! So set the clock for more exposure!
You turn me into a beast On your words I prey and feast Stay away or keep me leashed Say a prayer then call a priest Saw your face and pulse increased Heard your voice then pain decreased I love you most just not the least
My love, my horns have been blaring Double-daring, over-caring Our love I’m never sharing It won’t stop the world from staring
My love we are tethered to fate With a circle eight
We are the universe experiencing itself in poetic form I wasn’t alive until our love was born
My love, what will you do when the winds carry me to lands out of reach?
My spirit gliding past your dreams and hopes per chance for a final kiss?
What will hold your heart against the crush?
Don’t let it bury you, the rush.
Don’t let my love fade from your veins, for I will be resting between each beat.
Lifetimes of sleep.
You silence the war in my head.
Don’t fall dead.
I am still under your feet.
Even when I’m not there.
And the stars up there you see, you and me.
Do not let time callous our love.
Nor fear.
My love, I am still here.
Mistakes come plenty.
You are still the very best of me.
Breathe.
Taste me in the air, on your tongue, everywhere.
I care.
Let my dust blow in the wind.
I’m still under your skin.
Touch me.
Death cannot erase me.
I must travel with the stars.
Freely.
My love traveled 13 billion years to reach you.
Look how far.
Distance is but a scar.
My love, put the ache in a story and read it softly.
Speak aloud.
Let your vibrations break the cloud.
I am listening and I am proud.
My love, cry into our garden if you must.
I will be collecting your tears from heaven.
My eyes upon you and angels times seven.
Do not doubt.
The rains too will flood the sky.
It’s not goodbye.
That’ll never exist for you and I.
Oh hi, hello. It’s just me underneath all the digital editing. Fear nots! 🙂
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*
Holy moly!!! Yes it does feel good!! Thank you for watching! This is the first time I’ve ever gone viral so for it to reach 500 plays and then 1000 plays all in under 24 hours is phenomenal! I’m shook to see this in my notifications! 😍
Thank you all for watching!! 😍
Over 1K plays already on my new reel I just released less than 24 hours ago!!! 😍
I’m definitely inspired to get my first Tik Tok video going. So thanks a bunch! I appreciate the virtual cookies/ inspiration!
Instagram has notified me today that my poetry reel has reached 500 views and 1000 views! I released it less than 24 hours ago! 😍Shook. Thanks y’all for watching my reel! Dropping that spoken word like it’s HAWT.
It doesn’t mean I’m famous and it doesn’t mean I’m rich but can I just please enjoy going viral for the first time in my life and for doing something original and on my own. This is my passion. I’m showing you the best of me (it doesn’t mean I’m perfect, I’m just giving it my all). And believe it or not, I’m actually scared doing this stuff.
Might need to perform in my mask more often. And I want to get better at making Reels and Tik Tok’s obviously. They should offer a class where you can pay, I totally would. If I had enough Patreon support, I could start hiring a team (editor, manager, talent agent, ect)! 🙂 It’ll never happen but one can dream! It doesn’t stop me from shooting for the stars! 🙂
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Once it reached 500 plays (some 14 hours after it was published) it only took 3 more hours for it to have another 500 plays, putting it over 1000 plays in roughly 17 hours, reaching 1K status in under 24 hours, for an original poem I wrote, which is incredible! I’ve never done anything like this before. But it’s very encouraging! Thanks for watching my reel!! 😍
Woot! Update! My new poetry reel is going viral because I got my first ever notification that my reel has had 500 plays!! It hasn’t even been out 24 hours yet y’all!!! 😍😍😍😍😍
It’s already had more plays than all my previous reels!!! ENCOURAGING. CHECKMARMATE PLEASE! 😍
*happy dance, pees self*
500 plays in its first 14 hours released 😍🙏
Apparently Instagram thinks it’s worth notifying me that my reel has had 500 plays already! 😍
Again, on hour 14 or something currently! 😍
It feels pretty damn good to write a poem and go viral all in the same fucking day okay.
Stepping my game up poetically but I broke a set of fangs yesterday doing so yet I still managed to not have a complete meltdown and jump off a fucking bridge before I got the poem recited for you. I’m down a set of fangs now (might jump a bridge still wahhhhhh).
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I made a new poetry reel!! Freestyle wrote the poem then decided to perform it for you from my little home studio!! It won’t go viral or get many likes but I’m proud of the poem I wrote! Some of them become my word pets I guess (favorites). I’m a living, breathing rhyme. I’m still alive. 🙂
This reel has been out 10 hours and it’s already racking up the views (compared to my previous reels).
I don’t put all my faith into these algorithms.
First of all, it’s insanely hard to just speak in a set of fangs but then try performing in a set! It ain’t easy!
Made it to 42 without a single fucking grey hair. Adding that to my resume.
What’s yer secret to youth? Don’t get married.
*insert crazy laugh*
All I really want is my guitar and you.
I gots to go. More crying to do. Festering. But in between the crying and the dying, I’m rhyming. Not lying…
I call myself a poet because I practice the art of poetry. I don’t need anyone else to tell me who I am, when pen and blood are one.
Practice run. No fangs. Memorization and recital. I have a brain injury so sometimes just speaking easy words is hard. I don’t really feel like just sitting in front of a camera and reading to you from my monitor like I’m void of life. A for effort? A+ because I broke the bar? A little heart sticker from the teacher too??? 100s all across the board. Yay!!! (watches post get 2 likes and always picked last in school. I’m still your parents favorite and the teachers pet)I call myself a poet because I practice the art of poetry. I don’t need anyone else to tell me who I am, when pen and blood are one.Money doesn’t make you rich. You got the devil’s itch. You’re full of it.
I know why Edgar Allan Poe died in the street, I know why Einstein quit school, I know why Jim Morrison quit college & disappeared from the world. I’m know why I’m about to quit life. 🙂
*dies some weird mysterious heartbroken death in the fucking street*
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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My hair is getting so long (on one side) it just curls around me and every inch of this silky fabric is organic, real, homegrown from my skull, and mine (though it tangles just from thinking about blowing on it, brush it from down up please and in sections or it tangles while brushing and never brush it wet, ever or you’ll ruin my fine silks *sigh*. I just know someone’s going to fuck my hair up when I die. DON’T FUCKING TOUCH IT AND DON’T FUCKING LET THE GOVERNMENT CREMATE MY BODY FOR FREE AND GIVE ME A WHITE TOMB AND BURY ME WITH OTHER UNKNOWN SOLDIERS. Instead, freeze me and give my body to science and they can clone me and bring me back to life digitally or like for real in the future. I’m down with that but don’t stick me in a fucking box either 6 feet under. If you do though, let my hair keep growing, don’t touch it, that’s my point. La la la
I don’t know how many poems I’ve written, because life is chaos and order, but 99.9979% have been for you. But what came first, the black hole or the star? Could the star be where it’s at today without the black hole? What if all these chemicals and elements exist because ionization occured from the black hole? What if I’m the black hole instead and you are the star? What if none of these poems were ever written? What if I never feel your actual kiss? Might die… might survive… might go supernova in your sky.
So, I hate you and I love you. “My indecision is final”.
I see what they write about you. But it doesn’t fucking compare, to the magnitude of the words we write each other (I mean the words you don’t write me at all but do but don’t but do but don’t but do). Ahem. *gets back in coffin* I’m over everything and I want to hibernate through winter…
How is it you fell into my heart without any warning? Like the lightning swiftly coming And maybe from Venus thus forming Color in my eye, an overflow of becoming The words you write like winter mourning Turning me into jewels you’re still adorning Our flame is burning For you I’m yearning I’m fully forming
Hi guys. It’s my birthday today. And also the 12th edition of The Saturday Symphony. How auspicious is that? Here’s a little senryu to kick us off; With Age I Welcome Wisdom This week’s three featured posts The games of sorcerers by Olga – If you’re a Tolkien geek like me, you won’t find a […]
A very happy birthday to Jude! And thanks for featuring my work over on the Saturday Symphony! (Please visit the original blog post by clicking on the blog post shared). 👍
Me at 5 AM with unbrushed hair. Things get wild at night hair’s so long… (it’s all real too). ((I keep shaving the other side off)). (((I might put a razor to it again cuz I like fucking things up)))hellos. my studio needs design help. Has anyone given my new spoken word piece a listen and what did you think? Thanks for following my Twitch! Open mic night coming soon! 🙂 (but fears, big big fears) ((i iz shyyyy))I have 3 gigantic mirrors and don’t know what to do with them 🙂 “…sometimes I think I’d like to watch them burn” 🙂
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Written, recorded, and mixed in my home studio! New spoken word!! Free MP3 download or listen here (good speakers recommended)! Don’t forget to like or comment for positive support! 😄
Heaven’s Gate is where Earth meets the sky I’ll get there if I try Forever searching for a hello or goodbye Only finding time to cry
These mountains I stumble and crawl Every day for you I fall Gathering mistakes for monuments standing tall You’re my favorite of them all
I’ve never gone to open mic night or sang karaoke due to my terrible stage fright! I’ll be attempting an “open mic night” on my Twitch TV channel soon!! Elite rhyming poetess (I live and breathe poetry and have a taste for rhyme)I didn’t record this spoken word with my phone so please hit the like button if you enjoyed the poem or the spoken word!!! Equipment used: Epiphone amp, Digital Reference microphone, Mac computer, Garageband, my blood, sweat, time and tears!! Hit the like button for God sake (or drop me a comment, I love those)!! =) Heaven’s Gate MP3 Cover art
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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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Do you ever feel me clawing on your existence Why push for truce then give resistance You know for you I’d shut away the distance If you call my name I’ll come this instance
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I went to visit the tree we planted The seed that fell as our hearts connected The hope that grew as love erected A time before I was neglected
I buried my heart where you rejected And even left faith if ever collected I have found peace and wrongs been corrected The tree keeps our poetry safe and protected
I still plant his poetry in the better parts of me… his entire existence became a nebula for my poetry and to be honest I haven’t stopped writing about him. I wonder if he still reads these.
In an alternative universe, there is a tree growing with our initials, threaded together by our poetry.
His existence changed me. It’s still changing me. I wish he grasped the power of that.
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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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My birthday is in 3 days!! Still alive and kicking!!
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I want him to stretch out my smile until my cheek hurts Roll around on the ground laughing til it’s worse I want his poetry as my universe His kisses to be my in-house nurse
I want his words instead of roses, dig? Forgiveness for mistakes I hid Perhaps another chance to bid Love despite the things I did
You give life color You are the place sadness goes to rest Gently under midnight breath You unchain the collar
Your tongue rushes through layers of time only to stand still! Why do you stomp outside my gate demanding honor when your skin is made of scales? I wonder if there is any light left in you at all? Do you feel my love sneaking into you at night? Or when my tears have sweetened the sky?
Is it a pen- Or a tool for destruction?
Is it a hand- Or a rule for instruction?
Why do you always have to be so bad? Why do you exist only to make me sad? Why are you always claiming I am wrong? Why are you someplace I don’t belong?
Remorse is a little grave Radioactive your words decay They cause delay Like the games you play The lies you say The lives you slay
I don’t hide behind pretense or a mask I’ve got a mind to not do what you ask If you want it first you’ll get it last A narcissist hating me, makes me feel first-class!
Just go! Why do you always make a scene? Your reason cruelly crafted, doesn’t mean a thing.
Life happens in gallops The downs, the ups A calloused heart develops Blackened and jealous
There’ll never be an us You’re too careless You’ve got life but you’re aimless Now the end you can cherish
You’re spinning on your axis Your every lie is backless I’m splitting from this madness And returning all your sadness
People out there climbing, hardly trying, rarely ever hear them crying…
Don’t let the bottle sink you to the floor Got you nailing shut every door Every hour you are at war The enemy is your roar We can’t take it anymore
Eventually longing runs out like a clock that stops ticking…
She’s a pyramid scheme Lined in fake gold and your dying dream The way her eyes will gleam Faking is in her bloodstream
They are tied together at the seam He injects her like she’s morphine She ranks him number one supreme But all they ever do is scream
You cling to death a hardend criminal Morally bankrupt
She has darkness leaking from her eyes Scales and veins that demoralize The blood runs blue behind cold skies Quickly fallen the soldier dies
His smile is fusion So his kingdom I’m choosing
You left me dismantled Said there was nothing you couldn’t handle I guess you had a different angle You were gone by the flick of your candle
My time was fully channeled But now our friendship has been cancelled Everyday a different battle Took all I had to not get mangled
Stow my fucks upon the mantle I’ll write you off another devil There were signs that I’m a rebel I guess I’m on a different level
Choice is yours to revel You’re a man that’s acting feral Trust is like a petal And I need to be more careful
Time is a death sentence.
Do you take the stars with you when you disappear? Do you hide the light within your black soul?
I am a wounded warrior who fought for this country I need more than fancy cars or money Or the consistent catcalling of “come here honey”
Give me wonder from your fingertips, from your every word that slips Galactic walls of poetry, moves for my dancing feet, that’s all I’ll ever need
Who or what are you chasing? Everyday I see the man you could be slowly erasing
You move in-and-out of my life like water; you shape my rivers.
She looks cheap and worn down like an old lumber mill- But piss on her and he’ll crumble at will!
My love, lend me your ear Spending time with you would change the atmosphere
Do my pleas appear like flares in darkened skies Are my hopes and dreams all the things that you despise
Growing evermore increasingly isolated And humanity, well I don’t like it And man and his lies absolutely hated And to think for love I sat around and waited
But love is about abundant as God And man only rule with his evil rod But leave it to them to curse why I’m flawed And when it comes to law every one is a fraud
An angel and a demon fall in love
He doesn’t want to hurt her, he can’t change who he is Walk away he won’t let her and try yes she did
There were warnings in the echoes Writings on the windows
-LOVE FORBID-
One day these words will be gone – life won’t exist Time is slow but not forever, now is in the mist
Let’s rewind the details.
They line up like dogs, fisting her, inching her Why do you love her, I need an answer
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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The sweetest poem I’ve ever written, part two. I swore the love bug off but fate is persistent (or obsession). But don’t worry, I have some anti-love poems coming too…
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All these centuries it was you I craved Hiking mountains of longing while your name I praised All these fallen ruins are bits of you I’ve saved Every foot in darkness steps for you I braved
Pulling part the ocean that’s the depths I paved Fusion in my core for the light that’s phased Trust in only love cuz that’s my heart you grazed Want to spend eternity with our souls engraved
Probably the sweetest love poem I’ve ever written. I literally enchanted myself. A first. But it is now after 2 AM and maybe I’m just tired… But my blog is nearing 50K views (that’s 50,000 visits folks) and I want to pee myself!! 😍
But I wrote a poem instead. And I hesitated to write a second stanza, but once I got going I’m glad I did… I’m sick to fuck of love to be honest. Someone said I was too young to be a cougar, that I was a cub instead. Well, whatever. Now that I’m ready to date and mingle there’s a bloody zombie apocalypse going on. I ain’t trying to die from the plague. Apophis (that huge effing asteroid) is returning to kiss Earth in April 2029, which sounds like a more exciting world ending, and I hope to get laid by then too… 😏
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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. ❤
P.S. scroll to the very bottom of this post for bonus footage! ❤
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Hi guys. If you’re reading this, I’m happy you’re well enough to do so. I know these times are tough. The Saturday Symphony, is a brand new weekly feature by yours truly. But before we get into what it’s about, here’s some poetry for the soul, Apathy Up, on a lonely cloud Watching what goes […]
Do you ever find my words enchanting?I’m late posting these…I’m still alive despite the pandemic growing in Florida…Invoke me with your words pleaseeee
oh hi my loves. i’ve just dropped some free spoken word on my Patreon campaign, as a thank you for supporting my campaign / & my blog. i hope you will enjoy it. ❤
Are they lips or avenues where my dreams can run amuck Where I travel on your roads and can never get enough Are they words or are they spells teaching me how to conduct Are they pieces of a puzzle made for me to now construct?
Are they eyes or vivid skies the way they sparkle when I’m by Or just a cloud for me to ride when my hope is running dry Are they tears or is it rain singing me a lullaby A double rainbow passing through changing sorrow to a sigh?
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There are mountains crumbling inside of me Boulders sun-warmed from your thick voice Moss-covered limbs reaching for your skies Cobbles and pebbles charged from your breath and lightening You belong in these darkened caves Mining for affection You are a Thunder God shaking my core I rattle from longing Round me up as bedrock for your feet Walk all over me Take these stones and build your kingdom I fall for you Like a gentle slope bowing Climb these craggy edges Claim your territory I hunger for you Like a century-long thirst Come feel my rivers rush The way I gush for your tongue
Hi. I’m on a tiny posting break because I’ve been posting poetry nearly on the daily for the better part of 2 years now. And now I have a Patreon where I write as well. So, before I burn out, I’m chilling out. I also share poetry on my Instagram that I don’t share here and despite being on a break I’m still writing poetry.
With that said, there are some great writers on WordPress. And I really would like to get to know you better and your work. So drop links to your books and projects here, and I will slowly start to buy some (I’ve already bought one bloggers book and joined another bloggers Patreon campaign). My finances have been a wee tight because I pay all my own bills but life is not worth living without entertainment and I’m not alive just to pay bills. So drop your stuffs! And if you know that I’ve already bought your book, drop your link anyway because someone else might want it.
If you don’t have a book or a project to promote, then drop the link to your website or your blog so I can give you a visit.
By-the-way, I’m grateful for your support on my blog. Your comments, your likes, your follows, your visits. It’s all appreciated. Big thanks. I hope you are well and keeping safe. I’ll be back to reading your blogs soon.
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I saw him stargazing The way a painter stares at a blank canvas What wonders were revealed? Did he see me barefoot on my tippytoes reaching for his lips The way clouds summit a mountain? What hour caught him off guard What did he find? Fragments of my soul written for him in rhyme? Did he see us moving Like starlight in the sky?
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My love, I have moved galaxies to watch you walloping I have paused sunsets to feel your warmth I have stretched across reason to find you galloping Like a wild stallion to find my court
My love, why do you let doubt cloud the view? I would build apologies grander than heaven If it took the burden from you You are an 8th wonder times seven
My love, every night I rest my eyes on your dreams Do not chew on regret For you, my love spans galaxies Please don’t ever forget!
My love, why do you let the wind whisper doubt in your ear? You are a spiraling galaxy Love is in your atmosphere And it all comes from me
My love, my arms are branches of hope For you they grow So long they circle the globe They were made for you though
My love, the lines on my lips are edges of time And for you, always these lines Every crease nestles our rhyme Here lay the noble signs
So I’ve been on a tiny posting break (but not writing) and absolutely blown away at how many likes and comments my previous post garnered. Over 100 likes and 60 comments on my freestyle His Kingdom, thank you! 😍 My mom even left a comment, how do I top myself? I never wanted to post again and it is still receiving likes! I should just start a new blog and let it reign forever…. but I have other poems I really need to post. I have so much left to say before I die. If I get anything right in life it will be my death. My words can stay with you forever.
Destiny provided by the universe and my love for you ❤
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Your words have sharp edges The tips are poison They pierce my skin like butter How easy they hit my heart You the Trojan Horse And your army of lies I dance for them like a buffoon Their laughter drowns my cries But still my head is to the moon I stare at wonder I remember hope It once was a playground I ran around with naivety They mock what they can’t control I am still free Going places with the stars They can’t touch me Words are arrows yes But feet are healing Truth my blanket Saturn knows and her rings Cracks upon my frozen face She knows That’s why her northern poles glow She’s crying, longing and cold But even wrongs need embraces And that’s why light-seconds existed Galaxies out there granting wishes I know more than you know
PoeEternal 