"I wish I could explain this feeling caged up inside of me, uprooting everything I know. I feel it move from my chest creating a spiraling chaos throughout causing such a mess. Set fire to my soul, burn this relentless beast inside of me, please. My heart is beating rapidly, barely being able to withstand anymore of this perpetual barbaric pain. Battered, and beaten I give in, finally my heart has betrayed me one last time."
A dog is outside just sitting there food was left nearby but dog just stands langidly outside looking in in it's hometown Kemah the dog won't move nor bark it's whining and whimpering
For too long a time the dog waited outside the red steel rddbba spare room building where the master of the house gets in a daily basis to write a love letter waiting for his first love to arrive to read them BBA/RDD.
naturally dog just sits there watching other women getting in there reading unauthorized his love letters but dog dears not bark fearing they might call the pond the animal control to cage and euthanize even
the winning dog outside looking in, understands something that others inside there looking out know too well to keep dog outside looking in to die thinking victory that it is too late to get inside the red building or to be taken in as a family member a pet to be loved protected taken to the bet for first aid to tend dogs old and new wounds given a collar a name some bones toys and a bedding.
it's believed some people are like big dane dogs arriving at the right time to a home not built for them and forcing their way in free to roam begin to discover treasures never saught by it's original rightful intended ownner now outside looking in.
This battered smaller breed circus bagabund dog langidly looking in forever waiting for the master of the house to run out to pet feed protect the long awaited pet the left behind because it simply seemed not to able to bark or to follow or beg for it all within time.
this circus dog whimpering shivering cold outside looking in
might just be the spirit soul of the one who loves you the most in this whole wide world true love. ~~~~~~ By: Karijinbba 03/18/2020.
Outside looking in langidly In memory of us RDD/BBA
Till then is to let go. Breathing from the icelake I spend my exile From times to time Breathing from the ice lair Inhaling memories. Memories of flashes Here and there Your hand here, now No where Memories, bruises, A cut here A cut there Leaves me wandering From ray to ray Drowned in seaful memory
the foundation of everything honest to god truth faith. what's the use? The darkness inside you creeps its way in.
How does one recover, repair broken trust? The reaper is on his way, your soul is no use. Call a saviour, pray to the lord, Maybe he'll decide to pity you. cause i sure as hell won't, so good day to you.
i am an architect though my hand has been guided many a time i have etched my own path into a tome of starlight but it is a path i will walk alone sometimes and that’s okay
i am a writer though my heart has been swayed into submission many a time i will continue to be the main antagonist of my story but i bleed ink from my fingertips and i will write my own chapter and that’s okay
i am a warrior though i’ve wielded my sword many a time i have seen many wars and fought many battles but it’s still the small victories i celebrate most and that’s okay
i am a dancer though i’ve tripped over my two left feet many a time i have broken many bones and danced still with a smile but my feet grow tired and i must rest sometimes and that’s okay
i am an artist though my hands have often been stained my heart is my masterpiece and i’ve put it at the forefront of my choices but maybe it isn’t the kind to go in a museum and that’s okay
i am damaged i am battered i am bruised but i am trying and i am healing and that’s okay
Dangerous Sticky red trickles down her stick Another beating today
Oh how it's my fault To dare speak of heart felt truth Tempting you away from "justice"
Just remember I may be battered and bruised behind bars But it's you who broke the law
Ever since I wrote Eurydice and had the line "gone is the warden" I knew I'd do a piece based on it, personally to me it's about a hellish woman (as always), but upon rereading I could see it being about many things. What do you see?