to abandon you softly

The feeling of my heart dropping through my stomach, my eyes warming with tears and sorrow looming over my body...I am not bad for following my heart but to put another human being through the torture of unknowing and ignorance is to harsh to bare. You cannot change how you feel, only how you pursue it. Be strong, be honest and follow your heart. All will be right in the world, healing just takes time. It all just takes time to swallow the fact of abandoning you...if only there was a way to abandon you softly...

Song of the South

When I look into those brown eyes of yours, when you stroke my hand the way you do, it's the sweetest thing. That cute little southern accent of yours, when you turn that country music up high and sing like there's no Tomorrow. Riding in your truck because we ain't going down till the sun comes up. Around that bonfire laying in the bed of the F150, oh those Southern nights. Baby, I've Gone country. Though it may be Wrong, I don't want to spend my time wondering What might have happened. So Just between you and me, If loving you is wrong, I don't want to be right.



*If you haven't noticed, the italics are names of country songs. I'm just trying to mix it up with my writing. Hope you enjoy!

Never under you

Underestimated, undermined, yet never understood. To say I'm deceiving to the eyes is an understatement. My capabilities are one of surprise, for I'm no underdog, I' m not beneath you so never underrate me.

liar liar

I trust you, I try to lend a helping hand...I feel you deserve to be given the chance no one else gave you but in return, you lie. Why should I trade my sympathy for your lies? You've lied, you've cheated and you've pushed yourself so far to the ground that you don't deserve to get up. Don't dare pull others down with you for your stupidity has left you alone. You're a person of deceit, you lie to receive personal gain. But your only personal gain now is to not be perceived as the strumpet* you are. oh, liar liar...



* strumpet: http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=strumpet
Look it up yourself (;

lightning

It lights up in the sky with its purple essence. The music in my ear beats louder that follows. A lightning storm once frightening now makes me warm with excitement. I see the purple light crack through the sky, I jump. But am I scared? No, I'm invigorated! I see the light and wait for the rumble to calculate distance. Once a phobia, now a high. High with excitement, I anxiously await the next crackle and glow of the sky.
Unpredictable.


This is an older piece that I thought I'd blog before I start to not like it, hope you enjoy.

One of two faces

Ever since I've known you, we've always seemed like best friends, we got along so well and thought just alike. We roamed school halls together "attached at the hip" and shared secrets constantly. Truth, the biggest secret laid under wraps of which I should have extended my hand out for help, but I hadn't. Underneath, I felt scared for what your judgment for me would be....We've had our ups and our downs, downs being so unpredictable. We said things that would rip each other apart, how unnecessary of us. Since we've drifted apart, we both have learned something about each other, we had something more in common. We both had two faces...only one of which we've shared with each other...how unnecessary of us.

Her and her Polaroid lens

Through my lens, I'm looking...at a world so vivid and colorful. They pose at every angle, trying to look pleasing to my camera. These girls who dress so beautifully, wanting to be captured at their gracefullest moments. After each shoot, someone always peeks through the lens of my camera to discover what I see, puzzled, they do not understand that the magic is not in the camera but truly, it's in me. Photography is in my blood, it courses through my veins. I know my time will come someday when I must retire my camera away, and yet, I hope to be remembered for my greatest talent, by my photographs that remain.

Oh, photographer

There is something about a photographer when she sees a perfect scene. The glow in her eyes, yet not a single stutter of her hands for she knows in a blink of an eye, her shot could be gone. She looks through her lens as if it were apart of her being. She has been given a talent, everyone knows it, because when she posts her pictures for the world to see, people will always be in jealous envy...


Dedicated to Jessica Allen, she is a wonderful photographer with such passion that it shows through her photography.