sit tight, skirt gripping a small waist,
high notes, sunglasses,
improve on the improv,
I am seeing the sun, but not feeling it,
pale skin, on dark checkered skirt,
want only hugs, my body can’t stand your love,
recording music, stay wake.
Daily Archives: March 22, 2016
Mytwosentences 134 (side story continues)
When I pressed my glowering face against the cold window to get better focus, cheek and glass vibrated in consonance as resonating rumbles of thunder rolled low across a threatening sky.
Inside my muddled mind, a bone-dry sugarcane field burned and fusty senses turned tourbillion as a flash punch cracked the glass and snapped me back to the cellar floor.
(Continued from Mytwosentences 123)
(Photo: Edward Roads)
Written by Edward Roads
New Beginnings
It’s the first day of Spring, which is pretty impressive – honestly I think I’ve plodded, waded and crawled through some odd, intense times over the past months (years to be exact, but that’s a whole other can of worms). I started a new job last October, which I love, and I’m really enjoying, at the same time I also started EMDR (eye movement desensitisation reprocessing) therapy, while trying to finish up my Masters degree. So, to be fair, it’s been a pretty intense few months, without the whole mental illness thing. I use the term ‘thing’ almost ironically, as my view of my struggles is apparently quite light-hearted right now. However, that’s because I’m being reflective, reflective of all the ups and downs (the horribly intense downs), the moments where I thought there was no possible way I could make it through the next hour, yet alone to Spring.
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One Wish
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Why can’t I get anything done at all
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Not true love
Not 20/20 vision
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But at least grant me the ability to do my revision
Batool Xx
I’m a final year law student, enough said ;(
Pray for me ;(
To all,
I See You
The bird watcher thought
he was observing the bird.
Little did he know.
Photograph by FlyTrapMan (Click here to visit and follow his blog). ❤
The Things We Do For Love
The Things We Do For Love
Amelie kept a secret
She never revealed in poems
against her doctor’s orders
love grew inside her womb
Hidden from the world
An illness beyond words
She penned a fatal sacrifice
her masterpiece to the world
nine months her secret grew
until she birthed a little girl
breathtaking beyond her prose
Amelie drew her final breathe
Some surrender their heart
Others relinquish their soul
Amelie chose to give herself
The things we do for love
Photo taken from Google Images
Old Brentsville Courthouse, Brentsville, Virginia
This is the Old Brentsville Courthouse in Brentsville, Virginia. Brentsville was the original county seat of Prince William County, Virginia before it was moved to Manassas.
a song for broken hearts
For the Love of Moe
Moe, the sad eyed boxer was my valentine date! His parents went away for the weekend I was his weekend get away. The best was when we both wrapped ourselves in our confy blanket and watched romantic, tear jerkers!
(Rhea did not like it at all, she was taken with the vapors and hid under the bed!)
Happy Valentine’s Day to all my lovely adorable friends?
Crazy Pasta Child 