i can’t breathe, i can’t be
i can’t be what You want me to be
Believe me this one time
When it gets cold in the South, that’s when you know winter is ‘officially’ here. When i, in Southern Alabama, get cold, that means it’s winter. -laughs- And my favorite Papillon market sim just changed over to winter and snow this week as well, so that’s what came as the inspiration for this photo.
Continue reading “Confession .229. Integrity, Faith, and Crocodile Tears…”
Even though all of my fears
And all of my doubts
Are outside my door, ready for war
Right here and now…
As a part of my training in the D/s sim i consider my home Community, i’ve been picking up journaling again. In the past, i didn’t find it effective – which is probably ironic, given that i’ve been writing here in this blog for five years with each post, so clearly there’s something to be said for the therapeutic quality of stream-of-consciousness type writing – but with the way it’s been panning out for the last couple of weeks, it’s been helpful, giving me a place to just… be… and write down my thoughts, unfiltered.
i want to share with Y/you all today a portion of my journal entry from yesterday… Some of you might be able to guess what sparked this particular line of thought – though i’m not going to mention it or talk about it specifically here. It simply served as inspiration, and the last thing i want to do is come across as ‘salty’ or ‘bitter’ about it. ♥
Continue reading “Confession .219. And They’re Marching In…”
There’s something about You
It’s when You get angry, You have me at Your mercy…
And You’re like the shoulder to turn to
Cause certain things mend us when we’re hanging on for dear life
We held on so tight…
Lately I’ve been getting back into freeform poetry written for speaking aloud… and so don’t be surprised if a lot of my posts become sharing some of these with you – like the last post I did, and my post today.
Continue reading “Confession .212. Cause Certain Things Hurt, And You’re My Only Virtue…”
If teardrops could be bottled
There’d be swimming pools filled by models
Told a tight dress is what makes you a whore…
Sometimes I get to a breaking point – and the things that push me there are different each time. But they usually seem overwhelming, when in all reality they are likely inconsequential. However, the people that drag me out are sometimes the most unlikely.
Continue reading “Confession .205. Was I Made From A Broken Mold?”
My brain is poisoned and I’m searching for the antidote
But every time I find it
My defenses scream, “Oh no you don’t!”
Those of you who know how much I relate to music and follow my Facebook may have seen this particular post coming.
On August 1st, Gabbie Hanna (TheGabbieShow) released a Youtube Video called “Roast Yourself Harder Challenge (Diss Track!!!!!)” framing the video as another attempt at her ‘roast yourself challenge’ video now that she had more fuel for her self-disses. But about 2 minutes and 30 seconds in… it gets real… and deep… and dark. And while she’s describing her relationship with the Youtube Sphere and being a social media influencer, I find that it screams my heart for what it’s like to be a blogger in SL. So today’s post will be the lyrics from that point onward… and the video will be embedded below for you to listen to the whole thing if you want. I heavily recommend it… it’s crazy good.
Continue reading “Confession .203. But The Static Still Cracks In My Veins…”
Tell me what to say, when You’re running out of words
When You run, though You should stay
When You’re fighting a war, but cannot remember what You’re fighting for…
I feel like I take small breaks, or mini-hiatuses (Is that a word? If not, it is now…) a lot – or a lot more than one should. But lately, RL has been kicking my ass. If you’re not here to hear about RL, see you next time, scroll down so you know where to get your pretties from! ♥
Continue reading “Confession .201. Brick By Brick You Build Your Walls With No One There To Break Them…”
Blunts and madness fills my lungs, and I am on the floor
When the darkness salts my tongue, I’ll crawl back for more
I’m falling from the sky, but you don’t even care
I see it in your eyes, a cold and blackened stare…
Ok, so I’m not a mermaid, I’m a fairy. But you get the idea. *grins*
Continue reading “Confession .194. I Woke Up In A Foreign Land In A Castle Made Of Sand…”