The Lost Girl
Lilac bushels in hand.. Skipping to the beat of an unknown song, she dances. Seamlessly recreating a wondrous experience with her mind, she smiles. Miles of life experienced by chance. Engaging encounters with strange people in strange places. The faces.. The faces.. So many faces.
She treads on, avoiding dark corners and taking in some sun. Soft sandy beaches soon occupy the space where there used to be streets. Laughter, beach chairs and beach bums. Happiness flowing from the music coming out of speakers. She doesn’t even mind the sand seeping into her sneakers.. Or her drenched Tshirt.
She’s grooving and moving. Adjusting her jacket she admires the mountain view. The howl of the wind and the pine trees shedding their pine cones. The cycle of growth. The feel of the truth.. The songs of nature bring youth. Forever she is young and she thanks them.
She bends to tie her boots, only to find a lonely snow flake trying to join his friends in their dance. Giggling she shakes it free, oh what a life that would be. Full of such individuality. Every flake having it’s own pattern it seems. how curiously similar to humanity.
Grasping the umbrella, she twirls amongst the rain drops whispering appreciation into them all. How beautiful,she thinks..as they come down and surround her. Hydrating every inch of her being. She dances together with them and gets carried by the breeze. Only to fall to her knees..
Stopping what she is doing, she notices another girl. The girl says to her that she is lost, and cannot find her way. To which she responds I was born June 15 and I’ve been lost since that day. Why does it ail you to be free? After all being lost is how I found you and you found me…
Love you Skye 😘💞
There was this little girl and she loved to fly… To touch the sky..with invisible wings….to learn to dance…with birds and things…see there was this little girl and she loved to fly..she has her daddy’s heart and her mothers eyes…the spirit of a strong lady and the charisma of a happy old man.. She’s wonders about everything no matter where she stands.. See there’s this little girl and she loves to fly…wether she low or wether she’s high… When she feels like she’s about to cry ..her response is “Mommy, I’ll just fly”
somos parte de la naturaleza, y la naturaleza es parte de nosotros. Es el alma dentro de nuestros cuerpos. Podemos utilizar la o, jugar en Ella. Yo elijo ser uno con la naturaleza. Voy a crecer como las hojas y la bailar como el viento. Relajarme con las olas, y llorar con la Lluvia si asi me siento. El sol será la razón por la que sonrío y la luna la razón por que envio.. Mi corazón..a la naturaleza, porque mi alma ya es parte de ella. 🐛🐝🐬🐠🐍🐚🍃🌴🌿🌾🌲🌸🌺🌻🌹🌕🌑🌍
I scream only in dreams, and live in reality’s nightmare. Every breath taken is a pained one..every step restrained some. Futility, does it come after fertility? Do we lose ourselves when we release our wombs? Does our motherhood secure our child like spirit’s tomb? …questions questions, screams in dreams no answer. Disaster after disaster… Only to question what’s after? The end? … I won’t pretend, I won’t hold back, I won’t sit idle.. My title won’t make me my own idol… #poetikdemon
My knight was never the guy in shining armor with the white horse …mine is made up of shadows and could absorb the pain that everyone else caused. We blend well together … Liquid smoke and darkness… Like a sexy bitch smoking after the best sex of her life..only to find a wet dream and broken trigger fingers…exciting… A little hurtful.. Lust, violence and love ..we make peace when we peace ✌️ when together it’s risks meet no resistance .. Melted unto surfaces like our whole lives that’s where we belonged and wished to be ..Me inside of you and you inside of me …soul exchange .. Darkness and it’s knight have a price and mine was my heart. 💜 #poetikdemon ..lost from the start…
….in a dark place ..shining bright…look for me in the shadows of lust and in the brightness of love’s sight ..where singular becomes plus..quiet the heart ..come alive in the night.. It’s just us. Moonlit skin, and whispered voices. Adrenaline rush blame all the noises. The blowing winds and whipping branches, is this what a lover’s romance is? Where does lust end and love begin? When you married.. Your lover, your friend…❤️ #poetikdemon
When two families unite, you never know what you will get. You get people you hate, and people you grow to love. Uncle Ray was one of those people that you couldn’t help but love. He was straight forward, hilarious and really an all around wonderful person. Out of all the people in the Weeden family, I related with him the most. He never sugar coated anything for me and always was supportive. The last time I saw him he drove to cleveland to bring me my dog, we hugged for like 10 minutes because honestly I missed his banter alone. I’m broken hearted right now to know that you have passed, to know that there’s no one that will go back and forth with me about everything. When they light your pyre today at the reservation, I know you will dance within the trees and my energy will be with you…I hope your soul finds a happy home, and that one day we meet again… #narragansett your tribe has lost one of their wise men. 😔
Bare skinned and open hearted …vulnerable to the universe alone….mind not finished what it started ..trying to find its way home..I walk silently through the maze…in my intoxicated artistic daze…only to find perdition..life’s not the hopes that you’ve been wishing.. Ever changing ever lasting … I am but a speck of light…but no one told me…I could not shine this bright… #poetikdemon #insomnia #damnItineedsleep
#nofilter #nomakeup #noproblem #chickmagnet superfragilisticexpialidociousLy magnetic … Love me for my awesome and also hate me for it. ❤️😈💁 #noworries #mymamamadeSANSfucks #mydaddyCreatedAbeautifulMonster