isabelle-rose-b
Australian
Who am I? Hmmm. Maybe I do not even know. But isn't that why we are here? To find one's purpose takes a lifetime. And so, with this in mind, I proceed to live each day with glitter, sparkles and beauty [with butterfly kisses, and laughter blossoming with friends growing in the delicate garden of this golden life]. Yet what is here, is not here. What is seen is transient, so what is truly felt comes completely and utterly from the heart. / / Besides, there is one cow out my window. And it smiles, ever so slightly as the wind becomes a melody to my soul, which ponders at the musings at which I still do not know.
Your eyes laugh
as loud as
Your love,
So I can't
hear anything
else.
I'm deaf.
Your whispers overcome
screaming colours, slogans, labels.
Worthless, hopeless,
impossible, hurting,
fallen, broken.
"Courage, dear heart",
You only ever expected me.
Everything beautiful I ever saw,
was preparation for the beauty of You.
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 7:34 AM UTC
she loved the
wildflowers;
in their field,
she loved the
moon;
in its light,
she loved the
smell;
after the rain,
she loved the
wind;
playing with her hair,
she loved to
run;
as if she could fly.
she loved that
she had no cage.
And so she loved with all her might.
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 12:32 AM UTC
she longed for Love,
but looked
in all the
wrong places.
love wasn't enough
to fill the
difference.
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 12:21 AM UTC
is life but learning the meaning of love,
so we can better understand Love itself?
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 6:12 AM UTC
If the depth of this love,
Matched the tone of my song,
The whole world would be deaf.
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 10:33 PM UTC
Don't let my words
speak, 'nothing',
Because nothing
compares to Your love,
And Your love,
is all I need
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 5:48 PM UTC
This whole world could turn
upside down
and I would still be sitting here, watching rays of
sunlight hitting the horizon, dreaming of roses and
the romantic notions of golden carriages.
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 2:19 AM UTC
Why is there a call to identity?
It is so overridden with our desire to belong.
I wander if it is a desire to belong,
or a want of acceptance?
Is it even for want of acceptance,
Or the need and longing for love?
How does one gain singular identity,
through love?
Maybe it is love that completes us,
Fills the holes in our souls.
If love is what gives us our real identity,
Then in perfect love we are made whole.
Oct 14, 2013
Oct 14, 2013 at 10:20 PM UTC
Our love is like a roller coaster.
I'm forever journeying life's ups and downs,
But you give the momentum
that keeps me on track.
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 3:43 AM UTC
Happy tears in perfect love.
A fire of warmth, arms wrapped round tight.
Abundant joy.
Voices shouted triumph on that day.
Higher than we could hear,
But OH! How they were rejoicing.
When this soul allowed itself,
Falling into open arms,
A party was had on high.
It's never easy;
Falling back,
but the freedom that it brings,
Never fails;
Setting captives free.
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 3:19 AM UTC