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 Oct 2015 Christina Marie
NV
18.
 Oct 2015 Christina Marie
NV
18.
it's sorta kinda my birthday today.
and i know i should be happier than i am right now.
but truth is, i'm not.
i'm pretty much depressed to be honest.
but not that it matters though.

i really just wanted to thank all you bloggers for giving me pieces of your heart,
the kindness and motivation that makes my world seem like a better place at times.
because if there's one good decision i've made in life,
it would be opening up myself to all of you.

this space has made me feel heard.
this space has made me feel wanted.
this space has made me feel loved.

and just in case you didn't know,
every one of you,
makes a difference,
every time.
and i know i don't know you - but i love you anyways
daughter of the light,
the whispering sea
carrying the wind like
a bird of air,
the water ageless and eternal,
dark as a winter cloud,
light as a summer rose.
 Jul 2015 Christina Marie
David
Her skin was as soft as the silver spoon she only imagined, but never touched
large plush lips, shimmered the same, but with life
she dreamed of honey pulled fresh from the comb
water streams like veins pumping through the forest
a lush green veil pulled aside for only her
mother nature exposing everything, and nothing
all at once
in a beautiful blended soup
of love
Gargoyles in the tapestry, outcasts that would mimic me and me in looking into me look on this scene quite quizzically and look back to that which follows me, that ministry that ministers to misers and their hoards of misery.

There's no harmony,
Jerusalem's deserted me,
I am the gargoyle in the tapestry
drenched in awful history.

The hands of time have painted me in
faint lines
fading rapidly.
The gargoyles gargle noisily and
spit me out for all to see.
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