Hallway to my soul. Leave me in your white lines. Your inked memories that stained the pages of my mind. Marry me with illusions of love. Sweet and pure. Let it stain and strain as i fall into an abssy of fleur.
.picture by my talented hubs @chaseroflight Yup its hanging in our hallway
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she is a natural beauty
brown hair, eyes.
Skin so ivory.
All she sees are
cracks and pores.
Impurities and flaws
wider than the gap between her speech.
Lies and those laid
beyond her and the secrets she keeps
Laying it down as it haunts her.
Oh she tries to sleep.
Her skin crawling with unknown identities.
They see the smile
their stepford grins
cherry pies and cream.
And longs to rip it apart
and let sink.
Don’t know what she might scheme
left to her own device
and without a single wink.
Loaded to go…
Photo via pin interest
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🌸Dedicated to my Mummy who has been with me through it all. Blessed Mother’s Day. 妈母亲节快乐🌸
And to all mothers, godmas,grandmas and mothers to be. Blessed Mother’s Day🌹
I can’t remember how it felt to be born and to be in my mother’s hands that 1st time….
I can’t remember how my son or daughter smelt like when they were placed in mine.
All I remember is feeling that I would never be the same me ever again.
That love at 1st sight feeling is indescribable and the bond unbreakable.
Seeing my son sleep and I sneak him a whisper of love.
Seeing my girl tossing in her crib,
I bend over and kiss her.
I’ll never love like this ever again.
Each moment, each fear, each heartbreak of theirs forever linked mine.
Every experince in your life.
Each love, each failure and Victories live it well and savor it.
Be brave. Be faithful. Fight for what you believe in and always be kind.
Be better than me and your Father.
I’m proud and you are loved.
Thank you for calling me mama
my sweet babies.
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Yeah you’re right.
You are 99.9% correct all the time .
And I’m wrong,
100% Tainted in my soul.
Is it a Sin if anger burns under your skin?
Would you ask to be forgiven if it was you instead in knee deep?
Yeah you’re right.
I could, should , must have done better.
I open and shut all the drawers of my miserable excuses only to be confronted by the horror of your disbelief.
Shall I run like I always do like a puss in the night?
Shall I stand brave and take it all ?
I shudder, gag I can’t swallow it all.
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I write in the night because my words speak clearer and smoother than they do in the light.
I write late while the world sleeps and the spark in my mind fires at top speed.
I write after dark because the voice that speaks to me whispers in harsh tones demanding to have weight.
I write because I need a platform to be heard when the last light of the day has dim and the star needs to be seen.
I write when I’m lonely, when I feel lost and depressed. They come like tumbling weed to my bellows bearing comfort or amusement.
I write when my muses makes me smile.
I grin like a silly fool and think of all sorts of fun things that we do.
I write for this moment in this space to leave behind a little something more than pictures. Perhaps this is a window to the mind of a wanderer never quite finding her footing on solid ground.
I write freely and can be anything and everything or nothing. And that’s fine, It’s my comfort zone.
I wrote to one day read this again and be happy that I’ve captured this moment and you have read what silly notions I’ve wrote.
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The Golden Ball.
Do you see me shine one last time as I tumble out of your fingers and into the pond so cold.
I see the light grow dimmer and the sky around me fades.
Your warmth hands that grasp around me caressing my smooth finish. Your loving voice and sweet face in frozen horror as I slipped and sunk they are anchored forever in my mind.
This quiet pond surrounds me.
Murky things weave and swim pass me.
Should I loss my shine and loveliness would her majesty still want me?
Woe! Endless waiting befalls me.
Her glorious face slowly eludes me.
As I fade. As I fade.
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