She was a beautiful, strong, courageous woman. I like to think I have some of her spirt and sass in me.
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Words From JesseChaos of words in rhythmical beauty every word pronounced but flying by as fast as a train as if the words were held still for so long they had to burst out bursting with life now that they are free. No longer restrained they fly through the air pounding out lifes message. Never pausing or ceasing, just fluid speaking into the air. Gracefully with force the words beat into the ears of the surroundings. At first it seems as though the words have no form and are without meaning but they speak a truth known onWords From Jesse


The UnnamedLoosing you ripped at my soul. The dream of us together... I had never know someone to accept me as fully as you had. And I had loved you completely. I gave you all I could give... but you did not cherish it. You rejected me and I felt foolish. My sense of worth left along with you; pitiful remains of a girl and her unrequited love. A mission grew, the unrequited as prize, to become worth loving for who I am not what I give. Struggling with past and present fears and hurt. Reaching out to others, learning truth and growing tThe Unnamed


steeps and brewsShe fakes it a little in hopes to be loved. Her fear is strong and true from being abandoned. Wishing she can find a love that does not require what pains her heart to give she places her hope in a new romance. His words speak promises of safety to the wounds on her heart although his actions speak differently. From his mouth he unwittingly requests what pains her to give. And when she is numb with pain she gives to him what he has requested only to be abandoned once more. She feels that she has nothing left to give and fears forever being alone. &nsteeps and brews


ClotsMay I kiss you? His soft spoken words from his lips to my fingertips grasping them close to my heart.Clots
Im tired of unripe romances. Selling my kisses for less than their worth.
My heart struggles to beat past the clots which consume it. Blood spilled trying to give love to men who refused to receive it.
Weakened I yearn to be nourished. Wishing the blood in my arteries could reach my finder tips so I could feel again.
I have become a leper by lovin
by =Inebriantia
by `hellfirediva
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はじめまして! Artist, Writer/Poet, Photographer, traditional medium mostly, anime, sci-fi and the bizarre.
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