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My Soul is Under Renovation

thatrandomgirl4389:

"What does your soul look like?" 


Long abandoned house

With select parts restored
By loving hands
Now clean and whole
Sturdy and shining

With few features never neglected
Like the grand fireplace
The stained glass on the front door
And the swing hanging on the front porch

With dark rooms
Filled with cobwebs and vines and dirt
Home to ghosts and memories of hurt
That still regularly haunt

With an attic that is cluttered
By ideas and ideals that are dusty and rot
Trunks filled with passions
And mirrors that distort reflections

With overgrown gardens
That still bloom every spring
But are being choked by thorny brambles
And invasive and unrelenting weeds

With a multitude of secrets
Under floorboards
Between wall studs
And hanging from rafters

I will spend my whole life
Bringing my soul to it’s intended glory
Will you use your opportunity to help restore
Or further the Decay?

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My Soul is Under Renovation

"What does your soul look like?" 


Long abandoned house

With select parts restored
By loving hands
Now clean and whole
Sturdy and shining

With few features never neglected
Like the grand fireplace
The stained glass on the front door
And the swing hanging on the front porch

With dark rooms
Filled with cobwebs and vines and dirt
Home to ghosts and memories of hurt
That still regularly haunt

With an attic that is cluttered
By ideas and ideals that are dusty and rot
Trunks filled with passions
And mirrors that distort reflections

With overgrown gardens
That still bloom every spring
But are being choked by thorny brambles
And invasive and unrelenting weeds

With a multitude of secrets
Under floorboards
Between wall studs
And hanging from rafters

I will spend my whole life
Bringing my soul to it’s intended glory
Will you use your opportunity to help restore
Or further the Decay?

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Anonymous said: How would you define isolation?

thatrandomgirl4389:

Isolation, when self-imposed
Is for reflection, introspection
When self-inflicted
Is more like desolation
And seclusion
When it is forced
Upon a poor soul
It is devastating
Hurtful and destructive
How is isolation defined?
Have you ever been
Alone on a dock
Watching the sun sink into the horizon?
Listening to the sound of the water
Lapping at your bare feet?
You are with your thoughts
Not lonely but alone
And content to be so.
How is isolation defined?
Have you ever locked yourself in the bathroom?
Sat on the floor and pulled apart a razor?
Slide the paper thin blade across you skin,
Carving words into your thigh?
So no one would know the intensity
Of your emotions unless they really searched?
How is isolation defined?
Have you ever been in room full of people
And no one knew who you were?
While you knew every one of them?
They just never took the time to learn your name
Because they didn’t care
You were no one to them
Feeding the idea that you
Weren’t worth the oxygen you couldn’t stop wasting

Isolation- [ahy-suh-ley-shuhn, is-uh-] -noun - the state of being isolated.

Isolated- [ahy-suh-ley-tid, is-uh-] - adj. - separated from other persons or things; alone; solitary.

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Little Dove

notesfromtheunprofound:

I spread my roots 
and watch the forest suffocate
and revel in the solitude
I have created - 
With arcing branches
my wilting canopy
obstructs the starlight
from lovers seeking romance -
I entertain only birds of prey
who in retreat might find 
some safety in my leaves -
But you little dove,
who have chosen to stay
I pray you take flight
as soon as is secure
for only poisoned fruits
await you here.

(via thatrandomgirl4389)

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thatrandomgirl4389:

I question love because
The first man I ever loved
Used his hands to destroy my mother
In the form of fists
Used his hands to destroy me
In the form of roaches crawling on my skin
And lied and denied
Made excuses and cried that he was falsely accused
After telling both of us he loved us for years

I question love because
The first woman I ever loved
Never loved herself enough
To recognize when someone didn’t love her
Never was stable enough
For me to fully attach to her and feel comfortable
She tells me she loves me
But she doesn’t love herself, doesn’t recognize love
So how could I believe what she feels is love?

I question love because
The first boy I ever loved
Exploited my affections
Told me he loved me too
Used words to get me to do things I was uncomfortable doing
I was shamed in to keeping our secrets
And adults told us we were too young to know what love was
No one had explained to me
That love was not letting him touch you
In a dark closet or under the bed
Even when you didn’t want to be touched

I question love because
The first girl I ever loved
Was my eight year old best friend
And I was ashamed of my love for her
I was never attracted to her
But my mother fell for a woman
While in an abusive relationship with a homophobic man
Who would call her a filthy dyke
He was the one who asked to have another woman join them in bed
Told my mother she was going to hell
Late at night during their fights
While I lay awake in bed listening
Afraid that the hands of my mother ,who claimed to love me,
Would also turn into roaches on my skin
And that if I told my friend that I loved her
She would think me disgusting

I question love because
The man that I love now
Has always claimed to love me
After I hurt him, he still loves me
And his love doesn’t resemble
The love of any one else
So I question if I really love him
Because do I even know what love is?

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Things from my Great-Granddaddy. 

Things from my Great-Granddaddy. 

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smoothingsand said: If you had the choice to get a Jump Rope of Military Defense or a Hula Hoop of Magical Soap, which would you get?

Dude, Hula Hoop of Magical Soap all day long. For one, jumping rope is not clumsy person friendly. Secondly, my little sister recently was given a Hula Hoop of Magical Soap for her birhday and it smelled divine. 

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besottedwanderlust said: Do you know the muffin man?

He’s my uncle. Yeah, he’s pretty famous for his muffins, but you should try his 7 layer lasagne sometime. 

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Aaaalrighty then…

I’m like so super bored. Like totally. So, like, send me silly questions and I will make up ludicrous absurdities for answers. :)

Chat

I am a storm.

  • Rain drops touch my skin
  • thunder crashes in my chest,
  • lightning in my eyes.
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oh She could be the one
that I would drown in sin
I could take in all of Her
and carry Her on my skin

oh He could be the one
that I would completely undo
I could pull on His filthy lips
and make myself feel new

Lust will be the death of me
Anger an eager accomplice
Greed will be watching hungrily
devoid of a guilty conscience

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aubriestar:

It is when
the sea breeze
sweeps across my skin
leaving that
briny ocean residue.

It is when
the summer sun
blazes on the beach
yet I watch
thunder boomers rumbling
in the distance.

It is when
breaking waves
play a harmonic background
to the cries of gulls
as pelicans dive
for fish.

It is watching
dolphins leaping,
manatee lolling,
palms swaying,
fanning the essence
of gardenias
with senses awakening
and
I can breathe.

It is when
nature sustains me.

~Aubrie~2014

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Mother?

hangingoninquietdesparation:

She’s called She

but is She really a She?

in blood

and wood

and tooth and claw

and lack of empathy

She’s more of a He

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elf-maidenn:

My steps crescendo
As I half fall down the steep hill
Eager to behold
Those cascading waters
With a hammock tied
From tree to tree
In a spot
Near the falls,
And here dragonflies play
Landing on the tip of my finger
For just a fleeting second,
And the minnows, they
Gang in the shallows,
While birds twitter
In branches above

In a hammock I lay
Wondering
About the peace of harmony
In Mother Nature’s embrace
Far from pestering human
Cries and demands
In a world of singsong
Relaxing lullabies
And kisses from gentle winged creatures