Drowning in a single mirror.
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“Hold on”, You say… … “I’m trying… I really am”, she whispers
Posted in Music is the heartbeat of my healing soul, Poems by ~L
Tagged a little of this and that, blah, death, depression, emotions, fear, Poems by ~L, sad, thoughts
Pages and Pages
From all stages
From the small ages
To present as it engages
Left untreated
Secreted
uncompleted
Title a moment.
-pain
Title several moments.
-Inhumane
Leave me untitled
and call me Jane
There’s nothing left to explain
Nothing remains
It’s all in-vain
Everything remains…
.It’s vulgarly insane!
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.
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if you want all of my heart….
Posted in Poems by ~L, Random Blog Posts
Tagged a little of this and that, blah, fight, hurt, music, Poems by ~L, thoughts, tired
You’re on the other side of this wall, aren’t you?
It doesn’t matter how thick… it’s extent
I still feel your green eyes penetrating through
Weaving around double-crossing re-rod
Wondering, can they ever be bent?
Her quite prayer’s to God…
Have they already been spent?
The cold air has left the feeling of déjà-vu
Is it you in the air…
or is it my guilt and its crew?
True or false
I feel it though
And whoa!
Don’t they think they’re the boss!
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I’m worn-out with all the trying
Trying to let me let you speak
Here I leave you stuck in poetry and pros
Writing on pages, Dear Diary…
then keeping you closed
It’s not effective, I know
I want to scream you out
I want for you
to believe your words can be heard
That you have that right to title your secrets
I just keep striking out
My word!
My voice is incredibly slurred!
I’m afraid I’m not brave
I’m terrified
Shame – a title wave
Fear- classified
Maybe it’s not always a blessing we survived?
Just maybe it would’ve been better to title a grave
Others judge what they see?
Yet, I’m the one living with she
There are places in this mind,
that I have never been able to find
That is where you lie, isn’t it?
In such pain confined
You’re trapped there, aren’t’ you?
.
You speak to me in dreams
Remind me in cold air pleas
You try to tell me in the energy
Under the full moon – it’s extreme
It’s hard to love myself
When I abandon such a small child
Keep her on a dusty dark shelf
On the other side of a wall, feeling reviled
There is no guarantee to know
if it’s safe to come out and breath?
I don’t know sweetie…
I honestly don’t know
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And as I keep trying
You keep crying
Wondering
If heaven’s been packed away
While we just keep dancing
in a homicidal ballet
..
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*Dance in the dark, picture credit to – lown_c with flicker. Click on picture to see more of this talented work.~
The most perfect song that finishes the words I can’t find… a complete to this post … “baby ballerina, is hiding somewhere in the corner”…
Posted in Healing one day at a time, My favorite posts
Tagged a little of this and that, abuse, childhood, help, lost, past, poetry, remembering, Sound Cloud, traumatic memories, voice
It is as if everything leaves your 
body. Your soul is all that is left and you would do about anything to stay in a place so holy. Your mind starts ripping you back to your flesh, thoughts instigate an interference; you are slipping from glory. The senses… intense. Concentration interrupted during the moment’s in-between and your mind fights to stay; yet the magnet of your disruptive thoughts lures you away. There are those fleetingly glorious, travels, back to that inconceivable realm and for a split second… you are just that soul once again.
Distractions, they pull you away, and you let them… although it seems like you are trying with every ounce of your being… your mind continues to battle for a place in this remarkable space. Judgments of self-worth leave you feeling unworthy of just being a soul… you give up on your fight; although your experience may have been mind-blowing; you let your mind stay with the views of obscurities. You’ve seen and experienced too much loss of 
hope. Your mind has let your soul slip out of that glorious sphere one too many times. Evil has tainted sanctity and now your mind believes, it is shame that deserves the stake in your heart.
To deserve to be in such a moment where all energy leaves, where you become weightless, where you are fully wrapped in a moment as your mind allows all logic and science to be placed on hold – while you experience fully being one with a force unexplainable; it is going to take much practice, self-love and a lot of faith… until then, perhaps He could delay sundown…
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Posted in Free Write Fridays, Random Blog Posts
Tagged a little of this and that, dreams, Holy place, hope, Love, place so holy, Self-love, Soul
Crying for Heaven’s rainbow beams
Hell’s flames haunt my dreams
Child’s faith I once embraced
Along this path it’s been misplaced
Here I lie in a memory of red
awaiting bravery to move ahead
I’m afraid of a dark code
that lingers on this yellow brick road
It’s not that easy to click your heels
and just go home and heal
God if you’re listening…
Hold me by a thread if you must
as I learn to grieve and trust
Courage, wisdom and heart I need
This would be my greatest plea
I miss Your sacred touch
To the heights of the Heavens – that’s how much
Posted in Healing one day at a time
Tagged a little of this and that, childhood, courage, poetry, prayer
“God, I am in awe of the beauty of Your nature that surrounds us… It’s as if you opened up the heavens and sprinkled beauty so pure for us to marvel at such a wonder. We, who are poets, writers, photographers, and artists; we strive to create words that express… capture pictures to illustrate and paint stories to convey. And yet You, with one breath, dust beauty among us ”
Here I stand looking into the heavens, and knowing, that this is the God who spoke light and divided darkness, placed the stars in the heavens and painted sunsets that take our breath away. We could never come close to capturing the beauty of His artistry. To be able to illustrate as He has - no mortal man could compare. So here I stand amongst these trees, lifting my hands; captured by His grace and cleansed with His mercy, as it washes this unworthy soul white as snow. 
Posted in My art work, Random Blog Posts
Tagged creation, faith, God, Love, photography
I hide my face that grins and lies
Behind a mask to disguise
There she cries
In the shadow of their religion
I have been uninvited
Torn and bleeding
As they pass on by with their tries
Why should the world see such a mess
Witness all my tears
and sighs
Avoid my cries
Shun the story behind
my eyes
My damage is an unattractive story
Thus the hiding behind
a mask
Have I fallen short
from glory
Perhaps I lie in purgatory
Posted in Healing one day at a time, Poems by ~L
Tagged courage, faith, God, Mask, past, poetry, Religion and Spirituality
I Will Paint You A RainbowIf your rainbow becomes lost
I shall paint one for you in the sky
I will pull out my ladder
Use a magical brush
Paint you your hope
And bring to you love so lush
When skies are gray
and your moments are sad
I will passionately pray
For a promise to be made
You told me yesterday
“I’m your hope mommy”
And today I tell you,
You make me happy when skies are gray
You’ll never know dear how much I love you
Please don’t take my rainbow away
There will be days when you too
Will feel your rainbow has disappeared
I will be there through and through
To be your artist in the sky
To give ‘my reason’ a hopeful view
~~~~~~~~
For my beautiful little girl who I call ‘my reason’
Poem Read by: ~L with a song to her little girl at the end.
Posted in Poems by ~L
Tagged childhood, courage, Daughters, dreams, faith, hope, Jingle Poetry, Love, mother, Poems by ~L, prayer
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She lived in the fairy tales
A world she had to learn to leave behind
Narnia now trails
And she’s much too old
to set a sail
To play make- believe
is now only naive
“Never – Never Land”
is never to be restored
Her enchantment lingers
no more
She’s gone back to reality forevermore
~
The time has come
to bury this castle
Time to sail away
Say goodbye to her hero
and bid farewell to the magic
Reality…. it’s tragic
Time to face the ugly truth?
To speak out loud the proof?
Healing is in voice?
Violence must be muttered
This child speaks and flutters
As she’s ripped from the only security ever known
Posted in My favorite posts, Poems by ~L
Tagged childhood, creative thinking, hope, imagination, Narnia, never never land, poetry
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