Why can’t I go? If my friend is telling the truth, then there is an enchanted place. Somewhere, out there. But, If she’s lying, Then my heart is broken, And my soul is stolen, And I will live forever insane. _ (Pulled from one of my writing journals during my teen years. As is the […]
When did crude become eloquent, Crass become unique And vulgarity become beauty? What is a name? When borders blur like smudges on chalk boards, He is her, She is him, We are you, And you are not blameless, When judged by more than that which we define ourselves as. But, Whats in a name? When […]
Photo by Teri Lain Like the true recluse, I enjoy the morning in its darkest hours, seeing, smelling and tasting what blissful miracles it has to offer. Like the polite, well-mannered gentlewoman, I do nothing during those night morning hours, in fear of waking and offending those who sleep walk.
Why do I write about Seattle, you ask?
I do not live here, you see.
And it is weird to me.
Image by IHeXeDI He. Eheh… Um… So, while surfing my own webpages on the internet (someone has to), I came across this journal entry from Deviant Art. … Yeah, this was the year I graduated highschool… Hey, we all make bad decisions as teens, mine were just… Slightly more inner hateful than most… “April 15, […]
“Falling is the first step to flying.” – Gravity
My dearest Mina, Your eyes were a soft blackness That glowed through the night. Your hair, A raven’s silk mane. Oh sweet, gentle Mina, tell me of all your accomplishments. Dearest friend, let me know of your caring. Poe’s beast, with feathers like ink, Are a butterfly’s wing beat, Compared to your lily white kisses. […]