1994 -   
An old soul dwelling on the edge of the present and the past. Creative melancholic, idealist, lonely romantic.

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An old soul dwelling on the edge of the present and the past. Creative melancholic, idealist, lonely romantic.

Tumblr: http://aparadiseofstrangers.tumblr.com/
All works copyrighted S.H. (C) 2014, unless otherwise stated.
Elaenor Aisling
Elaenor Aisling
4 days ago

I never found God in church.

I found God in high places.
In the tops of trees,
where the wind would whisper Ave
and stir strands of spirit
in the corner of the soul.
I could feel life in the bark under my hands,
growth in the strong branches,
embracing like a lover's arms.

I found God in the endless nights.
When black-hearted fear and pain
had wormed their way into my chest,
gnawing, their poison spreading, their weight crushing,
till the tears came.
No flash of light banished them.
but there was peace amid the pain,
as my soul quieted
comforted by the language without words
that is true prayer.  

I found God in the spaces between my fingers,
when I reached for a stranger's hand.
There I touched the beautiful spirit of life
that threads our clumsy clay bodies together.
Of all the things this world defiled,
Love, most slandered of all,
rose there, quietly, softly,
unencumbered by desire or greed,
as it was meant to be
from the start.

  Reposted by Elaenor Aisling  ·  7 days ago
Kemper Gottshall
Kemper Gottshall
Sep 22      6 days ago

I see you
Just a glimpse

My words
Shine too bright
Too swift

And you pull back with wonder

Words are not enough
And touch should stay forbidden

Elaenor Aisling
Elaenor Aisling
7 days ago      7 days ago

A kiss may bruise just like a sin
though sinless lips
have found their mark.
The sin is not a cast from grace,
but oh, in hell, it seems I walk.
These quiet sins God never said
were to damn us, but yet,
it feels
that I have damned myself.
With a kiss, a kiss.
I have damned myself.
Because I did not love thee,
yet here, here,
I've bruised thee
with a kiss.

I let beautiful things break my heart.
Acoustic guitars, boys with sad voices.
My own eyes.
Memories of long gone men and
clouds on nights when there should be stars.
Lonely places, and lonely people.
Kind hearts and gifts to freely given.
Oh, look
at all the beautiful mosaic shards.

#love   #heartbreak   #sad   #life   #eyes   #time   #stars   #music   #lovers   #gifts  

Beauty is pain.
It draws them in like flies.
They have caught their legs
in my flypaper hair.
And rip them off, one by one.
They fall like eyelashes into my palm.
They love, they love.
I cannot.

Sometimes I think people fall in love with me to easily.
Elaenor Aisling
Elaenor Aisling
Sep 16      Sep 17

I determine to die loved.
Even if it is only
by myself.

I will learn to love myself before I die.
#love   #self   #truth   #sad   #dying   #life   #death  
Elaenor Aisling
Elaenor Aisling
Sep 15      Sep 15

I am of a strange alchemy.
Iron and tarnished silver,
with porcelain hands.
The rest feels like glass.
Fragile.
Vulnerable.
As though the smallest tremor
could send me falling
to shatter.

#worry   #life   #me   #glass   #alchemy   #silver   #iron  
 
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