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Was I born a masochist or did society make me this way? I demand unconditional love and complete freedom. That is why I am terrible. Have you ever woken up one morning and no longer recognised yourself? When did the fine lines sink in around your eyes? When did you grow old? .
Letters from my German Soul. Than a human being, why? We no longer share a language. So subjective, until I lose myself. In the dream of a body. In the hopes of a mortal life. Even when I have learned to fear pain. Trusting the moment, walking through fire. To get to some place that was.
When I reach for you. I hear the darkness breathing. Poetry should be on toilet rolls. Poetry should be on toilet rolls. Follow Leaving Planets via Email. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.
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If the TBR editorial shelf has left the Lizzie Bennet Diaries unmentioned, the folly must be undone. Many authors who found fiction in philosophy would offer arguments of contestation at the statement. The way these two forms are inter linked surprises me sometimes. TBR this August is an exclusive poetry issue.
A rain of poetic ramblings and mismatched thoughts . The menu and search box for this blog is at the bottom of your screen. Click or type to navigate your way around. I hope that by finding your way here, you learn something new as well. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. You are commenting using your WordPress. Notify me of new comments via email.
These artist are NOT normal! Is this the point of being an artist? Call the movement what you wa.
Thursday, 5 June 2014. Picking Up Where I Left Off. About a year ago I dropped off my last heart and then things got busy because kids and teaching art, and summer stuff and school stuff and all those other things that make up life. We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust. The story and the inspiration.
I have to finish writing this chapter. I am on a deadline. It does not allow you to be free to create. 8211; Ah the innocence. And the many joys of not being an adult. Have you had your bath? .