brush my hair aside / & read the stories in my bones
for those with songs for me….....past, present & future
not every love will last forever / some will be lost and disappear / but it will not change the fact / of what was given
She dotted her i’s with little circles. I fucking hate that.
What is hell? I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love Fyodor Dostoyevsky
I will not die a second before I am dead.
I forgave you yesterday for hurtful words / today, I compromised for affection / I’ll forgive you tomorrow / and lose more faith in my belie…
Back in 1992, I wrote this quote in my journal, “Forgiveness is a courageous attempt to add steps to the ladder of the future. To forgive oneself is the doorway to heaven and the challenge of lives to come.” I cannot remember who the author was, but this quote is a part of my daily routine - / I forgive myself for what I’ve done yesterday, today and tomorrow! / In my counseling efforts the issue of forgiveness is always misconstrued, that in order to forgive you must embrace the person forgiven – this is NOT to say you need live with them, tolerate future abuse, or forget the lessons learned from this relationship. I guess that this particular belief is what sparked the inspiration for this writing at 2am this morning. / I am hopeful that someone struggling with Self-Esteem earns their presence and ability to hold themself in enough regard and strength NOT to compromise themself for Survival, Affection or Success! / Peace~ Imagine my surprise today 5/6/09, when my sweet sister DevineDay Dreams created created this beautiful artwork to accompany this poem…
I Love You, / Could I have ever said it better, / Stood upon a mountain,
When the time comes and my space must be given to let life flourish in the space I left, this is poem to the one who loved and shed the tears as I lay dying….. / This is a touching piece of love, he has died and sees all thelove and light she had brought to his life and he loves her for her all…I hope you all like ; )
See the woman. See the face behind its age. / See the beauty of her form. / See the way her way becomes her. / See past her once taught s…
A poem celebrating The Divine Goddess.
slipping into dream / we go to the dark gods
Written 29 July 2009.
It took time on my behalf / to nurture the changes / survive the odds / Trusting no-one / guarded / blind
Sometimes it’s not such a good idea to lock yourself away …..... but we all do it
Read me infinite. / Destination anywhere, / anytime or place; / marked by mere inclination – / a passage procured by fate. Lead toward it’...
A double tanka on the lure of books to the lover of words.
The moment that my eyes laid claim / to every atom that makes you; / each pore, each crease, each shining truth / beheld upon your ancient f…
For my beautiful, beautiful sons. xxxxoooo
I just don’t see it anymore / (snickers hahahaha) / I …. / Just / ....Don’t …..See ….. it / Its 3:21pm / A We…
I just feel like maybe I should be nothing at all ….fuck thats how I feel… like nothing….- but remember these words are coming straight from the heart…... smilez
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
I never should have handed you / my pretty pink ballet slippers. They had hung off the edge of my bed / for as long as I can remember, / ...
having a relationship with someone with mental illness can be very taxing. This is just a vent on being the one trying to interact with the one suffering from depression and/or bi-polar disorder. / It is so hard trying to balance the want to be with someone who is not there much of them time…wanting to love them, wanting them there...and the plain, hard fact that they cannot be alot of the time due to their illness – medication or not.
I watched, fascinated, as the massive snake / made its way from the roof / down the wall in front of me. / I held a long stick in my hand, t…
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…
Featured in the sensationally wonderful group Immortal Love This piece was partially inspired by the magical art of Doreen
Silver moonbeams fall / Lighting the way through the dark / To walk quietly / Holding all strength deep inside / See your lifelong dreams unf…
I write this for all dreamers and fellow travellers of the long and winding road, the manifesters of their own wonderful reality. Believe. Inspired by the beautiful Beatles song “The Long & Winding Road” ....... here
The perfect madness / has forsaken me. Shaken me from its red / throbbing bosom / of twisting love branches. How long / do you think …
love, the perfect madness… / this is a poem for all of those who’ve been that one left waiting beneath the sunset tree on the hill, roses in hand and a smile on your trusting face / (for the one who said they’d be there) / with not a soul / to give them too. / ya gotta let a girl get her cynical’s out. :)
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.
Today is a good day to just love
We land on our bums or stand tall and proud / But at least if we’ve followed our dreams / Our lives will be full and not ruled by the crowd…
This is a few bits and pieces that I put together over the last couple of months, mostly about love. Some parts are modified comments or themes from comments, also there are ideas, themes and metaphor inspired by other RedBubble writers. Audio recording of this poem
My love is yours for the asking… / but I like to hear you ask, / I like to see you beg
It was some time ago / I saw a man in a black leather jacket / And expensive dark glasses / A Mafioso looking type / Completely out of place…
Remember you are beautiful / My eyes say so / Always listen to my eyes / They tell the secrets that my soul holds
This was a piece I wrote after talking to a fellow employee of mines about a poem I wrote. I felt inspired and at the same time I felt a little emotional to towards her for the poem was my piece Hope And to have a connection with that poem ate me up inside. / That piece was originally written because I had 3 other female friends that went thru that same ordeal. Lucky enough I was able to talk to them and change their perspectives some. So I hope you likes
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