i love the broken ones. i always have. the lonely the tired the shattered and battered. and when he asked me what do you want? i see, now, he meant of me, with the likes of HIM. as that confident mask slipped, as he entered MY world and said: this is wonderland and i want to stay forever. i let him see me. the real, … Continue reading i liked him, i loved him
i was not a pretty in pink princess yet, a brush with chance restored faith in my creativity as with all we may not escape. pulled from the chaos of that mind i ask which face? which breath shall i let you take from me? stoic destiny sealed our fate with tiny threads and lies we told ourselves. like those rough sketches you pinned to … Continue reading a fateful reunion
for the Weekly Photo Challenge / Flâneur Continue reading halloween in the village
we are transformed transmogrified, released; how it has changed. for the Weekly Photo Challenge / transmogrify Continue reading us
To write this requires the patience of Job without my keyboard, I’ll have you know. Spilt something on it a couple of weeks ago and fried it, so I have to use the touch keyboard app that came with the tablet. Excruciatingly slow typing with your thumbs, as my thoughts tumble out and I fumble across the screen to capture them. So I’ve been writing … Continue reading What happens when you mix black and white?
for The Weekly Photo Challenge / Local Continue reading My Old South
I turned from my corner with my grief and my heart I knew as did you I could not take more. worn down like a litho stone are we. bare. we can not be. or what? more double rainbows from my tears? more drops of sadness pooling here between with you spilling your life all over my keyboard yet, I live I am alive and … Continue reading de la grande et la petite mort
you are fragments now of a person I once knew two dimensional Continue reading we have no time for this
like the water I stand in, I float away from you out of the blue for the weekly photo challenge – h2o Continue reading u r h2o
dancing around fossilized remnants of ourselves as we spin like a Degas little dancer dressed in designer clothes the pretentious one and I nostalgia for breakfast just beer for lunch are we in response to The Weekly Photo Challenge Continue reading we are
on some level perhaps we all know it cell by cell our bodies decay breakdown slowdown bit by bit all of us some halted in their tracks but we’re all dying as the outer layer sheds skin day by day yet, in those waves of oxygen we share we love again posted for Outer Layers | The Discover Challenge Continue reading so we are all dying
You dropped me off that first day, and outside the annex was this group of punk rockers, with their Mohawks and ripped clothes, combat boots and attitude. Remember you turned to me and said: “If you come home looking like that, don’t bother coming home”. I think you were a bit shocked, as that was not how you saw artists. You wanted this for me, … Continue reading We Were The Breakfast Club
by PaulaB 