Reposted: once upon a time ... i was cryptic

once upon a time there was a girlchild who imagined herself a woman. She wandered about oblivious to the sheltered nature of her life and thought that everything was going right. much to her awakening and little to her subconscious surprise, nothing was as she'd thought. nothing was as good as she imagined. then one day her body guard and coincidental confidant asked her to run away to where there was a hole in the sky, describing the beauty of the land and the delicacies and the ship she could buy. The girl enjoyed the idea and pleased her vanity with it. It is perfectly fine, her guide told her. Everything reverted back to such untruthful statements in company. The guide always knew the thing to say to try and win her favour while the other knew her thoughts before she. And the prince; we shall fall into a deep sleep...

Reposted: moon

i feel you molding me by your opinion and

my inner personality the real me

pushes back to be

my façade 

i feel nothing without you

i feel something about you

i feel everything falling from

my façade 

i look up to seen a moon in your neighbor's window...

this white white is what i didn't want to see and didnt know it till i did

it's the lights on and the window open

it's one way or the other in my book

this is all façade 

Reposted: english

I want to write

of cold, juicy plumbs,

stolen from the ice box

that taste the sweeter for it.

I want to write

of his last duchess

if anyone wonder what happened

to the faire-one's successor.

I want to write

of tomatoes

taking of a town in June,

and settling on a kitchen sideboard.

I want to write

of a sad, put-away aunt,

who brought with her

away a sweet innocent, drowned.

I want to write

of Désirée's baby,

accepting aweful fate in life

though it is not your own to bear.

I want to write of

the soul cleansing white sun,

freedom in the breath of the llano,

and know the understanding of freedom.

Am I writing yet?

Reposted: salt water

SO. This is what it is when they say

"heavy of heart"

and "weary soul."

There is so much moire in me

with no way, no where, to go

I am at a loss.

There are wonderful

moments in life,

but they fade quick in the grey

matters of my mind.

Here I am

I am alone.

I do not question

God in this.

He is causing me still to

BREATHE.

He has never forsaken

me as my own spirit has.

NOW, for instance.

I am so tired I cannot sleep,

so sick I cannot be healthy,

too healthy so I cannot beg

sympathy.

Life aches.

If only,

If only my tears could fall freely

and the salt could heal my wounds