Ravishing from head to toe. Her mind jumbled with a million thoughts attempting to formulate one word. One thought. One idea to express the monstrosity composed of her mind.
A delicate flower, full of life and laughter. Her laughter allures an audience of well-formed men and women oblivious of her chaotic mind.
Wine in hand, fire stick in another, whispering sweet nothings to supposed lovers. Lovers enticed with her fired soul. Burning flesh as they osculate each whisper of her misery.
Mad for classical air, she refrains from cowering to his glow. Under the blinking stars, she yearns to rejoice in conscious oblivion. Aware of the needed solitude, he retreats from her disarrayed mind.
The delicate flower blooms among her own isolation. Descended deeper into her delicate realm. She continues to walk her ravishing life as onlookers admire her composure unaware of the obscurity of her own mind.
Beyond her world lies one mind. One soul. One heart. One flower. Her world. Desolate of consciousness. Death will take her life. Chaos will feed into hypocrisy. She is simply a conscious flower living among weeds.
Weeds of our world.
As to her is to you. As with you is with her. Crumbles of cutter.
Catch the jumbles if you can.
“So, I got edges that scratch” -Banks
“The way you rock” -The Peaches.
“Another time….another f*cken time” -Le Tigre.
“No candy for you!” -Bikini Kill
Life can be a bold green, like our current wetlands, or Tangerine Orange like a boquet of Poppies or Mellow-Yellow, while drifting off to sleep,
and pains of joy….
Life is not always sugary-sweets and caramel stuffing.
Life can be gray, like crisp quiet winter evenings, alone in the world. It can be bloody red, boiling senses and heated thoughts. Most dreaded is the world of deep dark clouds. Clouds will get closer and darker until you suffocate.
and deep sink-holes,
and melancholy sighs….
Sad girl once read, “Depression
is like a war, you either win or die”
She tells herself, “cheer up butter-cup”. She needs to have an awareness that this is a wave of sadness that needs to be watered.
Sit is your tears and you will drown in your own death. Run from your tears and it will keep coming back as you keep avoiding the cloud. Sit in your rain, taste it, breath it, meditate with it and it will begin to dissipate.
Humanity is full of Sunny Days and Cloudy Winters. Seasons can run us high or low. We can either stop and soak in the marmelaid peels or die in the war.
Which do you choose?
Which will she choose?
When all else fails,
When you cannot see,
Look up to moonlight.
When your heart thumps
as if it will jump right
out of your chest,
Take that one deep breath,
You are alive for a reason,
You have full control of YOU,
You are ALIVE!
Death calls your name
every second of
If you were not meant
to be here, you wouldn’t be.
You are ALIVE!
Source: Trapped Trump Mind