'Uphoric Recall - Full Moon' by MagdalenaBlack, literature
Literature
'Uphoric Recall - Full Moon'
I have felt the Moon Shine. The Dark Wind. Every Nuance that makes my skin feel alive and waiting,
for that quintessional lift my soul craves, for release......
I need a kindred soul....lost like mine, seeking...
Co-ordinants guard your needs to mine.....
Steady-Drumming.....Dry lips, Aching heart......I can't take this.
Hard to breathe....but, ironically, I can't go until I feel, and ....see you here...with me...
I need this release, I can't comprehend, what this is all about.....fate has lost me...
Sadly, for it's own amusement. I'm a Marionette for all to see...
Tonight, this evening, it's for all of me to see....
I see a Faerie
It's arguementing with me again....
Always argumenting.......
Is there someting wrong with disciplining one's self?
Is there something wrong with investing and proving one's self?
I am both sides of the opposing army.
Ready for the right, of my torn parts...
I wished for stalemate, even limbo...I found there was nobody
who would answer me....any of me.
What is the core of me made of?
I've always wanted to know. It can't just be my genetic-makeup....
That is just false prophecy...
I want to fight all that makes me tired, drained, worried, hopeless.
These are all of my own faults. I inherit all that I invite...
There must be a reas
'Life is what you make it' by MagdalenaBlack, literature
Literature
'Life is what you make it'
I feel like that forgotten Armoire that someone used to love. Solid, dependible, trused...and eventually abandoned.
Everyone takes their turn. Takes their ownership...and enevitably takes their leave...
Once built with great ideas and strong design. Enevitably emotionless and left with no defenses. It turns to moments.
Turns to years...and turns to dust. Dust was just the first visitor.
There was always more company. Company that was never invited.
Shadows became the curtains that have come and gone. Much like the rest. Dust became the cover over that Armoire.
Years of accumulation has now weighed heavenly on the strength in whice was b
I've been thru many an storm, and have only one point-of-view when it come's to what matters. Life is really in the disfunctional details. Life is not a faery-tale, but if it started with "Grimm", then it just might be.
Now, this is for the purposes of all beings who suffer of bitterness and willing to punish all who fall victim to stubbling onto a complete (or not so complete) stranger's memoir of emotional "Trials and Tribulations". Thou, I do have to admit ( reguardless of the fact that I am not bitter, but that of realization)
There has ALWAYS been that one quintessional question that we just can't help but ask and to project unto othe
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Everything that I have here, is just different facets of me. I love photography, writing, jewelry making and I'm sure that I'll find more adventures for myself. I hope you enjoy.