For day 3 of my B&WSPC ( my new abbreviation for Black and white self portrait challenge ) It is COLD in front of my computer and my little fingers are numb after 10 minutes and I’m tryin’ but it’s not getting any warmer. CURSE single paned windows, smh.
The shoes aren’t to hide ugly feet, my feet aren’t gorgeous but they are alright lol I just have not the time to paint my toenails >.< They are all chipped and BAH . I have another in my house slippers but I chose this one by eeny meeny miny moe :D Neither of them are my best but it’s something :) As a bonus, they are not covered in bruises, which they usually are because I’m clumsy and bruise easily. They are dry winter legs though, forgive me lol
Feeling the burning deep inside.
It’s hard to please me, but I’m willing to let you try.
This could be trouble, flying high and free.
I am wanting for you so desperately.
Show me how it is and take me there.
I’m asking you now, to give me as much as my body will allow.
You take my breath away so effortlessly.
Perhaps I am waiting for you and you are waiting for me.
So believe me when I say this.
For it is completely true.
I want to do everything, all for you.
As the sun is setting,
A chill is in the air.
The goblins and ghouls are coming,
It would be wise to prepare.
Face paint and gauze,
Blood,guts and gore,
Witches and fairies,
Which do you have in store?
Frightening scenes await you,
Too hair raising to believe.
So gather your costumes,
It’s All Hallows’ Eve!
Your pathway is lit,
The Jack-o-Lanterns plenty.
Some funny ,some scary,
Some sad and some sweet,
So get yourselves ready,
It’s time to trick or treat !!
A flight of sorrow, a longing ache in
The pit of your heart.
Mind numbing grief and shock
The feeling dimension of being misplaced
Everything is so very wrong.
Lost, you’re just so lost without them .
Your old life only to be remembered
Wistfully, through tears and sobs.
Like piercing and breaking of bones in your body
The grief assaults you and beats you with its relentless attack,
Yet the silence screams at you in its fractured song.
Last month I lost a soul so close to my heart it has taken me this long to express it in writing publically. She was my Jasmi, my Jazzy Bones, my Squishy Pants ( and that’s only a few selected nicknames ). She was a dog , a bear, a seal, among many other animals. She endured years of medical treatment joyfully. She fought hard and long and did so with a wag of her wonderful little tail. Every part of Jasmine was and is precious to me. From the tip of her little snout down to the couple white hairs on the tip of her tail. Many people won’t understand the depth of my grief for a pet and I could write for pages on trying to make them/you understand but I won’t. It matters not why, it just matters that it is and that I feel the way I feel. My family centered around her. Our day was structured to suit her. Everything we did had Jasmine in mind.
As Cesar Millan so eloquently wrote of his Daddy ” ‘Daddy was my Tibet, my Himalaya, my Gouda, my Buddha, my source of calmness,’
Jazzy was the same for me. She could whisk my worries away with a gentle snuggle or a sweet look. Just snuggling my face in her fur was a perfect moment. If you know me at all, you know I’m a bit neurotic, so you can imagine how often I relied on her gentle, peaceful love to get me through the day.
This picture is for her. The necklace I wear in this picture holds a bit of her ashes so that I may keep her close to my heart always. I told her as she passed that I would love her endlessly. I do and I will.
This chick (the one writing this here blog post ;) ) is surfing on one happy wave at the moment. I have been given the opportunity to participate in an upcoming magazine called Outpost 28 as the resident poet :)
From the site: ” OUTPOST 28 is a quarterly pulp magazine that features tales of the supernatural, macabre, horrific, and fantastic as well as some of the best illustrators in the world! “
I will have 3-5 poems featured in each issue. I have also been given the honor of having my work illustrated to.
The accomplished artists I will be keeping the company of include:
Along with writers:
Belinda Miller, Jake Bauer, Kevin Buntin and more
Pretty spiffy huh? ;)
I am very excited :D This is a brand new situation for me. Wish me luck and pre-order one by clicking on the picture cover if you’re feeling benevolent!
I dance in this bittersweet. I swim through the locks so jagged and cold. Frozen cracks and dips and sharp buoyant daggers. The chilled flow caresses me like a heartless lover, with hands made of needles and blades. Stroking me softly with gentle brutality. Coldly gaining entrance to my hollow, an invisible hand you cannot push away. Swimming in the frozen locks, just trying to catch my breath. It stings in my chest and I start to sink and falter. Drowning slowly. This aqueous force over my mouth, forcing its way down my throat. Like a cold cruel lover, taking what they need and then throwing you away.
Sweet fragility, not to be plucked from the earth and not to be trampled under foot. Pristine and pure, shrouded in the shadow of the forest. As just one sunbeam makes it’s way through the canopy of leaves, your thirst is quenched.