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new moondaze! (www.moondaze.tumblr.com) with delilah jones www.mymindisanisland.tumblr.com
www.collageartbyjesse.tumblr.com
7.12.11
Moondaze
3.12.11
29.11.11
This time last year. Still here. No edit. Just flash.
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Canon G-11 Powershot (nighttime with tripod). Grapevine Lake, Grapevine, Texas USA
21.11.11
Sometimes, I wish more than anything, I could just . . . ...
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I've lived the last year in a sort of limbo... unable to move forward, and at the same time not wanting to do so. Not wanting to let go. But, I cannot make the decisions regarding life and death. My dad's official time of death was today, 11-21-11, at 07:39CST. He actually took his last breath at about 5:45AM CST. He battled prostate cancer for three years. I love you, Dad. You will always be in my heart. I'm so proud to have you as my Dad. I love you.
13.11.11
1.10.11
I cry, too often.A flood of tears until I find myself drOWNING.
I absorb too much sea INto myself...
The tears sPILL like a hot spring, steam rolls in and dEAT-h's dew drops sit patiently at my feet.
Inside them (all) swam a green-haired girl who had (nEVER ever ever) been tOUCHed by a boy to WHOm sHE was so devoted that she would have lived with him (FOR-ever) in a shack by the sea or a ruined sand CASTle even if he (never) made love to her.
A potion. A cHARM..?
...There, far out at sea, I saw so mANY strange things!...
Once, tHERE swam a little girl whose fatHER was dying withOUT ever having SEE-n her yet, I thought it odd, BEcause she was directly in front of him as sHE had been tHE wHOLE time.
There, swam a girl whose mOTHER’s magic – the only thing the girl envied more than ANYthing else in the world - & the thing that had made her (in)visible - the most precious thing –might be dying too - just like her mOTHER told her stories of how the girl had BROKE-n her own mother's womb in birth. How SELFish could she be??
My tears were for me, but they were also for her. Sweet, sweet girl,
WhE-n dI-d you sOUR-?
How did they kill your soul while maintaining the physioLOGICAL CHARACTERistics of a walking, talking semi-SENTient girl-grOWN-tALL?
They had to CONtinuously and eternally wASH away the thing that had frightened tHEm so much so long aGO.
The wound INside is HE-r.
My tears pOUR-ed out of me and i only surmised tHIS beCAUSE my face was wet and my eyes BURNed hot like fire pit coals.
My face was wet!
I drank them [salty tears] down my throat.
I drank them [salty tears] in gulps deep Into mySELF, swALLOWING sorrow- TRYing to D-rOWN, drown, drown [them] so far down, that wretched demon INside- to asphyxiATEd that horRID BEast.
‘SomeDAY,’ the demon said,
‘W-hE-n you are ready, I will give you back yOUR tears in full."
18.9.11
17.8.11
For Those of Us ... You know who you are.
• • •.my.mind.is.a.trap.• • • ~ (.you.are.the.bate.) ~
What must this be like...?
5.8.11
2.8.11
<b>Gravitational (Dis)order</b>
Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living
4.7.11
3.7.11
The Toll of the Sea
“The garden knew she
loved him, for her
laughter stirred the
rose leaves.”
— The Toll of the Sea, No. 13
8.5.11
5.5.11
28.4.11
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13.4.11
8.4.11
22.3.11
All those #butterflies in my stomach.., they've migrated to my #face !
All those #butterflies in my stomach.., they've migrated to my #face !, originally uploaded by gogoloopie.
psyches in all kinds of shattered-ness exist on this plane...
24.2.11
*.My.Lovely.Muse.*: my.first.picasa.edit.
*.My.Lovely.Muse.*: my.first.picasa.edit.: "Whoo!Hoo! okay. it's not that exiting, but.., I take it where I can get it. have to, sometimes...."
19.2.11
7.2.11
Footprints and Souls (and such)
...if eYES are the WINdow to our SOul, OUR footprinT(r)s mUST LEad T(s)he way, continuing to remind US each Step... we nEED one anOTHER(s), to overCOME tHis trial, AND share tHIS JOY toDAY. .she.had.potential.
Location:Grapevine Lake
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