Thursday, December 31, 2015
Wednesday, December 30, 2015
Tuesday, December 29, 2015
Teenage Angst
Just so you know, my habits may seem a little off-putting and at times maybe even disgusting. But I am merely a snake shedding my skin so I no longer have to taste the lie covered lips that first introduced me to that thing you call a "kiss". And I let myself bleed whenever possible because it is the only remotely safe way to expel all the poisons from the negative energies that so easily find their way to me each and every single goddamn day. Oh and should you ever walk in to find me drowning myself in ink, cold coffee, and rum don't worry. I'll be perfectly sober in the morning, my thoughts just have a way of running away at night. Just so you know, I am perfectly sane and safe enough to love.
I'm just not stable.
Love,
Adreamer searching for herself
All photo credits go to a friend of mine.
Monday, December 28, 2015
Sunday, December 27, 2015
Saturday, December 26, 2015
Thursday, December 24, 2015
Wednesday, December 23, 2015
Tuesday, December 22, 2015
Monday, December 21, 2015
Sunday, December 20, 2015
Daily Routines
And as you lose your face in the mirror tracing thoughts of everyone you still have time to be, deciding how you will present yourself today we hope you can find a clear and passionate desire to stay as true to your honest self as possible. Even if we have yet to meet this side we (okay, I) will continue to love you with every drop of purity in the world and every ounce of wonder from all of time and history.
Saturday, December 19, 2015
Friday, December 18, 2015
Thursday, December 17, 2015
Clipped Wings and Short Legs
The sky may look different wherever you are now than it does here where I am. But it's the only thing we'll ever truly have in common so I hope that whenever you miss me or you feel alone that you're able to look up and know I'm with you.
And if you can't then may you at least see the beauty of your soul smiling back at you from among the clouds and stars.
For the person who took this photograph.
Wednesday, December 16, 2015
Tuesday, December 15, 2015
Something New
I want you to give me white roses
that kind that are pure as snow -
just beginning to bloom with hopes
and unbroken promises galore.
When they are young I'll smell them
every morning and water them at noon -
I want to press the petals between
pulp and ink just before the brown
starts to appear. White roses please.
Next time you're looking for a way
to bring a little more cheer to the day -
trying to replicate the sun and make
me feel at home, remember that
white roses will do the trick.
Look for the ones (or one) that
screams: "I love you" and still
embodies a new born ghost -
find the ones that make you think
"The whole world
is at our fingertips."
Monday, December 14, 2015
Sunday, December 13, 2015
Saturday, December 12, 2015
Bountiful Blossom
My darling little flower, you always did stand on center stage and shock everyone in the audience. You were a lovely little daisy, with powers so completely unlike any other that you were the new standard for all others to come. Conditions, no matter how awful could never deter your faith or make you any less stunning than you already were. I don't understand how you did it, but i am so glad you did.
Thursday, December 10, 2015
Wednesday, December 9, 2015
Tuesday, December 8, 2015
Walking While Broken
Understand me when I say this, because there’s only so much energy I have with which to explain so much. I don’t know what I’m doing here or how the hell I’m going to survive this. I don’t think I know where I am or how to find my way back home again. More than likely you are going to see me wandering the streets of this too big, wannabe city; just ignore the tears rattling and the blood dripping down my face and body. And please listen with every ounce of focus you have because I’ve finally cracked and I need help.
Oh, and darling, I don’t know if you’ll believe this or not, but I do need you. I need you to keep your promise of staying here.
Don’t leave me.
Monday, December 7, 2015
Sunday, December 6, 2015
Saturday, December 5, 2015
Runaway Artist
Everyone laughs at me for drawing a rose on your nose with your parents right behind me. They call me crazy for writing poetry on your arms in my dreams. No one believes that I'll ever make it anywhere if I am impulsive and my work is washable. But your chest is perfect for whipped cream portraits and your tongue is the most comforting pen I've ever known. Everyone laughs. They call me crazy. No one believes that I'll ever make it. So just you watch with love on my side and ink in my veins I can do anything.
Friday, December 4, 2015
Thursday, December 3, 2015
Wednesday, December 2, 2015
Tuesday, December 1, 2015
Monday, November 30, 2015
The Best Guest
Someday you are going to invite yourself over for dinner and you're going to say that you love the meal (even if you can barely eat it). When you are finished eating you will invite yourself up the stairs and into my library. You will see all the journals and notebooks I have filled over the years - I will let you peruse them as you please.
And as strange as it seems, you will leave as a completely different soul.
Sunday, November 29, 2015
Entering Reality
I’m not going to ask you some psychological mumbo-jumbo, overly used, ordinary question like, “what’s your favorite color?”... “Oh, so you’re this, that, and this” just to learn your basics. I won’t tell you that we’re perfect just because we like the same bands and a movie or two. And I can’t promise any sort of forever, or even just a lifetime when I say “I love you”. But each time I ask a question, I’m honestly curious and everything we have in common is just a little more glue for our frame. Oh, and every single time I do say words like those, I’ll sincerely mean them, with every fiber of my being, in those moments (and I’ll remember them forever). Because this should be real and honest and true. Even if it doesn’t last.
Saturday, November 28, 2015
The Tides Returned
You never used to be so poetic, words weren't ever your strong suit at all but neither were numbers spelled out in equations. Romanticism was never your friend and the way we always stayed in made me feel like you were ashamed of me - like I was an embarrassment of a lover. So I broke myself down and I lied, I tore you to shreds and I ran away long before you had the sense to call an ambulance. I didn't realize that our love made you so unstable, and how could I when you were never even there?
So don't let my return drag your heart up to the shore from the furthest, darkest depths if you're going to take that as false hope and try to steal someone else's chance t happiness.
Maybe we both made mistakes, but there was a reason I left and you stayed in that world you created in your head.
Friday, November 27, 2015
Thursday, November 26, 2015
Happy Thanksgiving!!!!!!!
Just so you know, because today's the day you're supposed to share your wealth with the world, because today's all about what you have and not what you lack - I just wanted to tell you: I am grateful for you.
For being a reader and coming here as often as you do.
For being a friend and letting me rant to you four or five days a week.
For being part of the family as you laugh along side memories you've never lived, but relate to whole heartedly.
For every great thing you've ever done for the world that no one else acknowledged.
I am so thankful you found your way to these words. Thank "God" these wires introduced us.
Wednesday, November 25, 2015
Tuesday, November 24, 2015
Monday, November 23, 2015
In Rain
I find peace in rain because then I know that I'm not the only one crying - the world has had
a rough day too. And the way it feels to have the drops smooth out the bumps as they roll down window panes and goosebumps is amazing. I find peace in rain because that way I don't feel so alone
shattering myself for the good of another.
And the smiles that spread around town as kids splash through puddles of clarity instead of the muddy banks of confusion. It's beautiful. I find peace in rain because rain is rare, as am I, we don't come around here every day like the sand and the surf or the concerts in L.A. And together we are unstoppable, incredible, invincible -
two outliers ready to shift the entire balance of this plane.
Sunday, November 22, 2015
Left to Wonder
We just needed time to go our separate ways,
the kind of time that makes you wonder
what you have where you are and what you want
in the nearing days. The days that lie ahead
in wake and wonder, ready to make
all your past dreams come true.
With promises unbroken and stories
begging to be told, there's something
about the future that welcomed this -
these moments we needed just to sit
by the ocean listening to the waves,
tracing our footprints along the shore,ranting with the stars above our heads,
visiting the places that hold memories
remembering everything, forgetting nothing.
We just needed time to figure all this out,
days turned into weeks and weeks morphed
into months, which blended into years. . .
because I've found someplace new and
another heart to call my permanent home.
Saturday, November 21, 2015
Friday, November 20, 2015
Thursday, November 19, 2015
I'm Still Here
I know you have a lot on your plate right now. And I'm sure that makes things seem darker than they actually are. If you're scared, or worried, or frightened in any way, come back to me. So I can help you laugh again.
Your happiness helps make the rest of the world glisten even when the grey clouds take over the sky.
Wednesday, November 18, 2015
Tuesday, November 17, 2015
Monday, November 16, 2015
Sunday, November 15, 2015
Saturday, November 14, 2015
Thursday, November 12, 2015
Wednesday, November 11, 2015
Tuesday, November 10, 2015
Maybe Someday
When I was young I'd fight to throw away my projects when they were finished. It wasn't that I didn't want or like them, but I knew I could do better and that was all that mattered. You did the same thing with me about writing, my letters, my hope - only I never won a fight with you unless I wanted words spewed from your perfectly parched lips. Not that I'd ever really know what they were like. I should have listened when I was young.
Maybe if I had, you'd still be here.
Monday, November 9, 2015
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