All My Life

I feel like I have been living
a thousand lives
through eternities all my life…
I am so very tired.
Please, if you truly know,
how can one rest for a while?

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The Doll

She had Amber Waves of Curls &
when She was Good She was very,
very Good & when She was Bad She
was Even Better. Many called Her
Unstable which was Fine & Dandy with
her because She knew Stable Places
were for Horses. She was as Insane as
could be since the Dawn of Her Arrival,
yet She didn’t Care that Most were to
“Normal” to Understand Her or even Try to.
She preferred the Company of the Wildlife
around Her instead of the Hustle of
Monotonous BS that Reality Lead to.
She Created Her Own Secret Worlds full
of Mystery & Intrigue until She could get back
Safely among the Stars She Belonged to.

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Blinding Walls

Sometimes we blind ourselves from all
the beauty in the world around us until
we take a step back to see the miles
we have traveled while the tears wash
our soul as they fall crumbing our own
self-created brick wall back to soft clay
and rubble.

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My Saving Grace

Never doubting for a moment that all
have a secret place that is their saving
grace among this world of turmoil. I,
myself have many indeed just in case
one ever starts to reek of the harrowing
disease of reality. Since I know this will
never be found I decided to show you my
place of uninhibited repose. Seldom venturing
out but oh my, do I ever revel in the enlightenment
of swaying with the song in my heart as it
orchestrates splendidly with the surroundings
I choose to see.
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Angle & Error

We’ll lift our sleeves so bare,
that we might see each Angle
& Error. Arms that have shared
with every other heart etched in
our skin. We’ll be not Sorry to see
that this is Who we have Become
to be… And tonight we’ll raise our
glass to being no one else’s fool.

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Dreaming Or Awake?

As the gentle breeze graces me and while I walk arms out spread though the wheat waist high. Slowly inhaling everything, there is the most sublime surreality within me that I dare not ask “Am I dreaming or awake?” Instead I close my eyes with each exhale and reopen again renewed with another breath I take. 
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You See My Demons

Gazing further within my eyes
you see my demons no longer hide.
They laugh insidiously…
Hearing the echoes as they play
throughout my mind.
Still I stand fearless.
For I will never bow before any of them.
In their storm, tattered, bruised &
shattered I remain whole;
even as they continue to pierce
my soul weaving ever deeply.
I am not looking to be saved,
but only loved.

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Artist Rafael Grampa

Someone I Never Was

Never did I try to change you.
I suppose some part of me knew
that your love was a half-assed
poem shoved in the back pocket
of the pants you purchased when
you were still trying to impress me.
Forcing me into poems so
microscopic, hoping you could find
something in between the seventeen
thousand four hundred and twenty
seven seconds you spent staring
at me, of everything you ever
wanted me to be that I never was.
In the end I just got tired of being
ignored.

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