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
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