// it's been too long. I've missed you!
flaws
create beauty
the beauty can be
catastrophic. psychotic. unnerving.
it can be hard to see.
it might be impossible to see
through the eyes of some.
maybe only the stone cold, or --
different --
can see.
but there is beauty that we cannot
and should not
deny.
it is pure.
it is raw.
in its essence, the beauty itself
is innocent.
maybe not the creator,
but the beauty,
its characteristics --
that is all it knows,
that is all it exists as,
that is all it can be.
yes, it was
born
from a flaw,
but it is perfect
in its own
beautiful
way.
welcome to dewdrops, loves. it's been a while, but as usual... sit back, relax, and enjoy -- preferably with some tea...
Monday, October 9, 2017
Monday, August 28, 2017
truth and a dream of transparency
delirious mist boils me raw
sordid blue dreams trudge in my mind
voices beg for freedom from my fingertips
there, grasped tightly in my palm --
red crescent marks:
sore, stopping them from soaring.
them. they who are loud.
grating.
raucous.
the truths, the harsh truths,
that no one wants to hear.
sordid blue dreams trudge in my mind
voices beg for freedom from my fingertips
there, grasped tightly in my palm --
red crescent marks:
sore, stopping them from soaring.
them. they who are loud.
grating.
raucous.
the truths, the harsh truths,
that no one wants to hear.
Saturday, July 15, 2017
Monday, April 24, 2017
super short -- rain song
as you probably could tell, the last two posts were my take on magnetic poetry, where I look at the words for inspiration rather than actually using only those words... BUT I'll take a stab at the official magnetic poetry now!!
The pure peace of spring --
Behold, the stones murmuring harmony,
and the rain with a song of rivers.
The pure peace of spring --
Behold, the stones murmuring harmony,
and the rain with a song of rivers.
Wednesday, March 22, 2017
the sun watches us in our sweet drunken dream
the sun watches us
in our sweet drunken dream
delirious in spirit
soaring through the mist
shining shadows on the moon
in our sweet drunken dream
delirious in spirit
soaring through the mist
shining shadows on the moon
shallow
fools feast with fiery eyes
upon the shell a ghost has left.
a picture without the essence of life,
aping the essence that left the shell.
upon the shell a ghost has left.
a picture without the essence of life,
aping the essence that left the shell.
Saturday, January 28, 2017
wonders and faults
Sometimes, I zone out and think about why is it that when others understand something in class after a second's thinking time, I have to take a minute.
Sometimes, I see people dancing and wonder why is it that when they look so cool, I look like a fished-up sardine gasping for its last breath on a boat deck.
Sometimes, I hear passersby in the hallways saying hello to friends, and I wonder why I can't even muster a simple hi.
Sometimes, I wonder how some people can paint a masterpiece with words that seem to flow effortlessly from their mouths and pens while I have to think for such a long time before some scum comes out like the last dregs of a toothpaste tube.
Sometimes, in ballet, I wonder if my instructors have lowered their standards for me, praising me at every turn and never giving me any more corrections anymore like they do to everyone else.
Sometimes, when I see drawings by others, I wonder why their styles are so stable and so wonderful, while I can't even draw a human correctly.
Sometimes, I can't fall asleep and I wonder why, when everyone else around me is so marvelous, why, oh why, I can't be as good as them, or why I'm not satisfied with myself.
And to the last one, I can't find a good answer, because then I wonder why I am comparing myself to others as a way of judging success. Then the wondering goes on, and I wonder why I don't have the confidence to believe in myself. I wonder why I need confirmation of my ability from others. I wonder why I never believe them when they say I'm fine. Or amazing.
Sometimes I even wonder why I look so absolutely horrendous, and why everyone else always looks so perfect. Then I remember those nights in front of the bathroom mirror, where I was so very proud to be in my skin, where I knew from deep within that I was and still am beautiful. Truly beautiful, in my own way.
Then, finally, I realize that this cycle of wondering will continue. That this discouraging voice will always be in my head. It will shapeshift in accordance to society's standards. It will change as I grow older, as my perspective changes. Though in reality, this voice may be small, it can sometimes be so blaringly loud that it can't be ignored.
I will never be perfect, but I will also always be perfect in my own way. I don't need to be completely satisfied with myself. I just need to know that I will always be able to grow.
The whole world may not be in my hands, but my world is in my hands. It's what I'll make of the world around me and what I'll make into my own world that matters.
Sometimes, I see people dancing and wonder why is it that when they look so cool, I look like a fished-up sardine gasping for its last breath on a boat deck.
Sometimes, I hear passersby in the hallways saying hello to friends, and I wonder why I can't even muster a simple hi.
Sometimes, I wonder how some people can paint a masterpiece with words that seem to flow effortlessly from their mouths and pens while I have to think for such a long time before some scum comes out like the last dregs of a toothpaste tube.
Sometimes, in ballet, I wonder if my instructors have lowered their standards for me, praising me at every turn and never giving me any more corrections anymore like they do to everyone else.
Sometimes, when I see drawings by others, I wonder why their styles are so stable and so wonderful, while I can't even draw a human correctly.
Sometimes, I can't fall asleep and I wonder why, when everyone else around me is so marvelous, why, oh why, I can't be as good as them, or why I'm not satisfied with myself.
And to the last one, I can't find a good answer, because then I wonder why I am comparing myself to others as a way of judging success. Then the wondering goes on, and I wonder why I don't have the confidence to believe in myself. I wonder why I need confirmation of my ability from others. I wonder why I never believe them when they say I'm fine. Or amazing.
Sometimes I even wonder why I look so absolutely horrendous, and why everyone else always looks so perfect. Then I remember those nights in front of the bathroom mirror, where I was so very proud to be in my skin, where I knew from deep within that I was and still am beautiful. Truly beautiful, in my own way.
Then, finally, I realize that this cycle of wondering will continue. That this discouraging voice will always be in my head. It will shapeshift in accordance to society's standards. It will change as I grow older, as my perspective changes. Though in reality, this voice may be small, it can sometimes be so blaringly loud that it can't be ignored.
I will never be perfect, but I will also always be perfect in my own way. I don't need to be completely satisfied with myself. I just need to know that I will always be able to grow.
The whole world may not be in my hands, but my world is in my hands. It's what I'll make of the world around me and what I'll make into my own world that matters.
Wednesday, January 11, 2017
minor difficulties
hello, friends...
thanks for bearing with me. I'm slightly frustrated right now, since I had had a post ALMOST ready... and it was really long. You know, that piece I told you guys about. BUT... it didn't save. So for now, I think I'll just work on smaller ones.
thanks for bearing with me. I'm slightly frustrated right now, since I had had a post ALMOST ready... and it was really long. You know, that piece I told you guys about. BUT... it didn't save. So for now, I think I'll just work on smaller ones.
Sunday, January 8, 2017
I'M SORRY
MERPY LATE HOLIMAS!
it's 2017 now, and I feel like 2016 flew by. Sure, many may say that it was just a terrible year, and I kind of agree but there were also really amazing parts of 2016. Let's not forget that each year is a blend of both good and bad. Without one, the other wouldn't exist.
Cheers to a wonderful 2017, loves!
it's 2017 now, and I feel like 2016 flew by. Sure, many may say that it was just a terrible year, and I kind of agree but there were also really amazing parts of 2016. Let's not forget that each year is a blend of both good and bad. Without one, the other wouldn't exist.
Cheers to a wonderful 2017, loves!
look at them now
all grown up!
we're reseeding the lawn... bad time for them to be out and about, but oh well :)
BY THE WAY, I'm working on a long piece right now
we're reseeding the lawn... bad time for them to be out and about, but oh well :)
BY THE WAY, I'm working on a long piece right now
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| suspicious sorrel |
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| i have a visitor |
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| why hello! |
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| someone's curious |
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| hazel joins in |
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| where ya lookin'? |
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| don't fall! |
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