hearts pulverizing jabs
bleed out; struck & stabbed
spilled on concrete slabs
…stolen are her years
no love to give chance
scars & wounds lay lanced
left for dead in a silent trance
…drawing hot her tears
hiding sorrows face
dismissable, hurt & disgraced
unloved; tattered & stained lace
…dying is her atmosphere
she is art of masacara smears
Welcome to my world.
a blog that combines food & poetry mixed with vlogging
" Your body is your temple"
PIECES OF ME...
Christopher Bland
Fumbling by Leisure, Singing to Cake
Strength in Mind, Body, and Spirit.
A Life in Words
Independent audiovideo artist
My life written through poetry
Critical. Crazy. Catastrophic.
A taste of lipstick, licorice and grace
Writing for Happiness, Colorful Painting, and Personal Growth for All
Remnants from the Realm of Dissociation
Imagining hoping believeing makes unreal so real..
Nature, Spirituality, and the Human Condition
the stories behind the pictures, and vice versa
Bite-sized romance for the discerning reader.
… she is art of masacara smears … a line I’ll not forget easily …
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Thank you E. I don’t know how I miss this comment ! Xoxo you’re good to me!
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I feel like this all evolved from that gorgeous title. I’m awed by it. It’s spectacular. Really evocative piece. Simply brilliant!!!
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C thank you for your sweet kindness. I appreciate you reading and commenting. It is good to hear others get what you’re writing. 😊😘
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I completely agree and it makes it so much easier when the writer is rather talented. I shall endeavour to keep commenting!!
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Thank you … so kind to me! ☀️
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…so very deserving! 💛🍍💛
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Hope California is being kind C!!!
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