Underneath the starlit sky he reaches out for her, / Running one hand through her silky brunette hair / And with the other pulling her clo…
Delicate Strengthening Love
Love, My Heart Love Desire Passion Hope Freedom / Truth Honesty
It is that feeling in her eyes / As she moves towards revolution / Her poise, her presence / She holds herself defiant and courageous / A war…
DANGEROUS featured in THE SISTERHOOD ON 6-4-09! / DANGEROUS featured in All Out Emotion on 1-3-09! My poem Dangerous was written to go with my painting Dangerous displayed on the front page of my RedBubble Site.
hair twisted and skewed / from hours spent, / in our passions cry, / Why? / Grey? / You?
TOTALLY INSPIRED THE MINUET I OPENED UP ARLETTA’S WORK / Shades Of Grey Reborn /
Chase the emotion / around my heart / until it crystallises / A butterfly landing / on an open flower / Beauty upon beauty / My eyes water / and…
Passion featurd in Up & Coming Writers on 15-4-09
you are beautiful
. sunday / o3.o8.2oo9 . .
A bubble of LIGHT centers a gathering of six infinite souls / Like-minded (inspiration) in spirit action, deeds and goals Rocky mounta…
Poem written on 3/13/2009, after receiving the almost completed collaborative efforts of my sisters in True Potential , at noon (PST) today, we all uploaded our “Oneness” piece together in Unity…truly a rush of light energy!!!
Picking ,Picking ...Up Pieces / Trying To Start Anew / All These Broken Pieces … / Reminding Me, Reminding… / Me Of Losing / You…
Pieces of A Shattered Heart…
She is nice / She is kind / She is subtle / She is compliant / She is nurturing / She loves so much / She is sweet… / Oh the feminine beauty w…
Meeting the Mad Woman featured in Anger Management 28-7-09 Meeting the Mad Woman was written on the 22-7-09
It is eventide and my quiet is barely audible / I feel like I am making unimaginable noises / Some disorder.. I say in public / Something I …
Some feelings of love and desire and unpeaceful rest bring out writing.. I must get to finishing the project today.. but this beat out of me.. and asked to be written.. so I said.. Ok.. one more. andthen we are done yes? yes.. softly spoken.. I have no choice but to believe her..
She stirs up red life / Her heart full of emotion / She broods in darkness / Her dance of sheer abandon / Naked beauty of the sun Draw clo…
Inspired by the beautiful artwork of Lorenzo Castello. Thank you for the inspiration Lorenzo! / Art / Music
when i hear those / sighs and / unguarded moans / i am coated, drunk, / intoxicated
What was elegance to a snail’s victory? It was joy, joy, joy.. The report found. For no precise nor eloquent words Not even lit…
All thoughout last night and this morning I felt so blessed. I was not thinking of the show so much as what each and every experience I had had that has brought me to this place. As soon as I own my life I feel a wave of relief and the desires I am ready to receive do show up in all manner of joy and abundance. One and a half years ago I was just getting out of bed and allowing a great bout of depression to consume me and my hopes and dreams.. / Every morning without fail for only One to Two Minutes out of my day I would lay in bed and say to myself with a huge wave of belief so grand and fine that I felt the power of Love and happiness swell up inside me as I said: “Today might be the day That I find Myself” Then I would get up out of bed and most likely not shower and go to the couch out in the living room, sit with a channel changer in my hand and watch television all day. / . / Then, as so many of you who have known me for awhile knows, I went to my computer one morning after my mantra and I hooked into this site and to YOU. / . / Healing after Healing after ….. on and on.. what hit me was Love. IT was then I began to work a photoshop program for 10 hours a day (instead of television, I now do not own one) for a year at least… I remember not wanting to leave my home, as I did not want to socialize nor see anyone. I worked to pay my rent minimal (as I hated to leave the house) and stayed inside and learned my craft and spent time with you. / . / There is more to write on this but the profound appreciation I have for RB and my fellows swelled up inside me today early this morning as I was cleaning up after the festivities. / . / Thank You. / I Love You. Linaji
For Lina / Your Portrait in Words / By Jim Marshal Are the wolves howling again? / What are the…
I was gifted a poem today from Jim Marshal I thought to hoard it as I feel the Universe has showered me with a long awaited ‘end of the tunnel feeling’ where life is showing up like Gold. / . / Sometimes I feel like I should hide my good fortune as I fear that I will be scorned. This is my own doing, not anyone else and this has to stop. I love and I love and now to really love I must allow others to love me… jeeze.. I am crying as I write this.. Jims Piece is First… and my response is last The title I created for both. / . / Jim I am still tasting the salt. xox / .
The sky held alien like stars / Moon dripping sensual light / Now coalesce with my / Body, maintain my rapture _Lovers fail more than…
Vampires seem to strike at midnight Sucking the fun out of what was just embraced They fly into kaleidoscope moments, the kind / ...
I am still in bed.. teehee.. / Work awaits and then my day is free to explore my Cohorts world. My computer HardDrive Crashed so I have not the ability to work my other job Art.. / . / I did have a dream last night, they come very few and far between but it was a doozy full of vampires and love saved the day.. / . / I had to write with its aroma still within range. / .
Too Many There are too many books by my bedside: How To Where Have You Been ‘The Tale’ for Life and Loving Again Destin…
I am having fun today, and well yesterday and the day before that.. I love to feel love
She lay quietly, glistening, / the stars of her skin twinkle as his fingers pass / and he wonders what universe her mind is in / as he feels…
the doves of your eyes / spread like a thousand white wings / in the skies of my poetry
Amor, / amor, / amor, / oh flor secreta, / llama / invisible, / clara / quemadura! - Pablo Neruda Some thoughts that formed all of a sudden and had to be written down…hope you like it.
What are you waiting for? / I am waiting for recognition. / What kind? / The kind that ‘they’ won’t give me / Well, allow the ones IN that wi…
I noticed something today and it kinda got me goat. Well you can tell by the context of the piece what subject matter this may be about. I like to share this with my fellows as for me, when putting my work out to others I face sometimes this feeling of wanting what simply at this moment in time is not mine to experience. And I go inside and see that it is indeed my thinking that has brought me this angst or whatever negative emotion name appears. / . / I am having such an amazing experience with my art and recognition,,, still this stuff comes up for me and I go to a conversation like this one to feel better and understand that I am creating my own little glitch!! Not anyone ‘else’! / xxxO
There is an exit door / Lit with the color of flesh / I was 16 when it first called me / Holding onto a thin rail of presence / I was spinnin…
This morning I had the pleasure of reading Christie Moses piece, My Brother and Me This Summer and then Erich Biemer work on addiction called Amends without Grace Both inspiring and brilliant pieces that have touched me greatly. I just happen to be working on a piece about my own experience with death at the age of 16 and so in reading these two works decided I would piggy back on this theme as it is a personal part of my life experience. It was many years after this experience (the one that I am writing on) that I finally got ‘it’ and gave into my current joyful sober state of Being. / / However, I have experienced death twice. The first time I was 16 and although it was not like the second time where I did actually die and come back one day later, I was in the throws of this experience called ‘dieing’ and to write this I truly went back and felt it again. (This poem was posted in a skeletal form last year and I took it down and worked on it since off and on for a few months) I consider the experience empowering for that time and place. I did not know I was running from a past that at the time was completely hidden from me till I turned 40. It was then I became aware of what had happened to me as a baby, I finally was able to choose sobriety. I never judge people that are not able to get sober. I tried for a good 10 years until I was given the gift of my own story, via memory recovered. People are not born addicts. Although it is said that through genetics some are prone to become one upon the first taste of a substance. God Bless Time.. for I am sure as I look down from All That Is.. The time it took me to get ‘it’ from 16 to 40 would barely be a blink of an eye, so I like to think I was right on time!!! lolol Lovingly I give this part of my life some focus tonight. / Lynne, I so love you darling heart. / Love, / Linaji
She was lucky in RED… / even her period was light all her life / light Red / Just Red blood enough for babies / enough for the sacrifice of…
I really do love this image.. / I felt it all night / I had to write.. bout luck, red and a bed / Lucky In Red / >
He fed me with his old veins, / Freckled truths whips insight frenzy How much he seems lost to this world. Splitting hairs he seeks …
For a Dear Friend and Co-Creator. / I love you.
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