Liquid pools form
Like dew drops
Collecting on a flower
In the early morn
My heart flutters
As your lashes brush
Across my breast
Toes curl under
Like caterpillars
Inching towards
A higher purpose
My lips tremble
As your words echo
Through the night
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Other People Blogs...
So I feel that in this generation technology has become such a craze and with that
has come the beautiful blessing of a few certain bloggers. These bloggers are far more
than your average "this is what i'm doing today, here is my chihuahua in my purse"
So this blog is dedicated to the blogs i read alot of times, and while i don't follow them as religiously as I wish i could, I still am amazed by the time and effort they put into their writing...
http://www.salinasseven.com/
An awesome uplifting blog by a local friend of mine!
http://www.frmheadtotoe.com/
A make-up and fashionista guide for those of us who tire of our usual routine!
http://kblog.lunchboxbunch.com/
An while I'm not vegan, this site has awesome recipes!
Just in case you in need of something great to read! Or tired of
the usual facebook stalking, check one of these blogs out!
has come the beautiful blessing of a few certain bloggers. These bloggers are far more
than your average "this is what i'm doing today, here is my chihuahua in my purse"
So this blog is dedicated to the blogs i read alot of times, and while i don't follow them as religiously as I wish i could, I still am amazed by the time and effort they put into their writing...
http://www.salinasseven.com/
An awesome uplifting blog by a local friend of mine!
http://www.frmheadtotoe.com/
A make-up and fashionista guide for those of us who tire of our usual routine!
http://kblog.lunchboxbunch.com/
An while I'm not vegan, this site has awesome recipes!
Just in case you in need of something great to read! Or tired of
the usual facebook stalking, check one of these blogs out!
Monday, April 25, 2011
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
The Vengeance You Seek
Fear latches on to my throat
Falling deeper into my chest
It’s claws dragging across my skin
Taking me back to that dark abyss
An ocean of undead bodies surrounds
Consuming me within its floating mass
I am immersed between the waves
In an eerie dream like vision of death
Like Jezebel and Baal
Snakes once thought to nurture they
Slither their tongues over the ears
Of the easily impaired
And to them they whisper
Secrets in the silence of day,
And screams in the dead of night,
Their voices take root within the soul
But out of the black ooze she appears
Known as a cursed and lifeless thing
But what they deem worthless
What they discard because of bitter hate
Has brought me back to life
So speak sweetly you subtle snakes
Let your poisoned tongues rest upon the weak
For low when the time is right
The Lord’s vengeance will he seek
Falling deeper into my chest
It’s claws dragging across my skin
Taking me back to that dark abyss
An ocean of undead bodies surrounds
Consuming me within its floating mass
I am immersed between the waves
In an eerie dream like vision of death
Like Jezebel and Baal
Snakes once thought to nurture they
Slither their tongues over the ears
Of the easily impaired
And to them they whisper
Secrets in the silence of day,
And screams in the dead of night,
Their voices take root within the soul
But out of the black ooze she appears
Known as a cursed and lifeless thing
But what they deem worthless
What they discard because of bitter hate
Has brought me back to life
So speak sweetly you subtle snakes
Let your poisoned tongues rest upon the weak
For low when the time is right
The Lord’s vengeance will he seek
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Sometimes I wish my heart could speak
Instead of my mouth.
Maybe it could iterate
Something more descriptive
But then again maybe
It would say something worse
Instead of I hurt
Maybe it would say
Im still a hot mess
Maybe the words I say
Only come out wrong
Because it is me speaking
Maybe the things I do
The words I say
The heart I have
Will always be this way
Maybe I will never be
Right. Or good. Or okay.
Maybe my words will always
Form flimsy sentences
Filled by too much air.
And maybe my notepaper
Will always be lined
With more tears that words.
Because maybe its just me.
Tears. Mess. Heart.
Instead of my mouth.
Maybe it could iterate
Something more descriptive
But then again maybe
It would say something worse
Instead of I hurt
Maybe it would say
Im still a hot mess
Maybe the words I say
Only come out wrong
Because it is me speaking
Maybe the things I do
The words I say
The heart I have
Will always be this way
Maybe I will never be
Right. Or good. Or okay.
Maybe my words will always
Form flimsy sentences
Filled by too much air.
And maybe my notepaper
Will always be lined
With more tears that words.
Because maybe its just me.
Tears. Mess. Heart.
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