“Love Me Anymore”
B y : 1 5 s t i t c h e s
*Inspired by Mikky Ekko’s song“Time” and personal life events*
Important
Taken for granted
Loved like a one-night-stand
on lonely nights.
Feet moving down and down;
Further and further away.
Time.
You can’t run from it
despite the sweat on your brow,
the leaking from your eyes;
Aching of muscle well underused in all this . . .
Time.
9 weeks to wait for the devastation
that I knew was coming
but prayed against anyway.
Prayed like I always do,
only when I really need it
only when I want something in
11:35 P.M. June 22, 2014
Dear Universe ( A Poem),
I leave to you,
the largely fabled
“Wedding Day” I dreamt of my entire young life
that I pried from my own fingers.
I’ve given that dream up now to focus on better,
more important things.
Because I realize that getting married
for me
involves only the devoted love of two individuals,
a certificate and an officiant to make it legal, and
a lifetime.
Because I realize that the Powers That Be ask us to give away the things
that we do not need
in order to
bless us with those that we do.
I also leave you my wish
for my own house;
The sarcastic smirk I offered every time
"Hello"
B y : 1 5 s t i t c h e s
It's been some time since you've written anything worth another's eyes seeing.
It's been some time.
A long time that changes in greens and reds
Warm and cool colors
Where people enter and exit, inhale, exhale
Do.a.million.other.things.they.won't.remember
and neither will you.
It's been a long time.
Since you've felt truly lifted
In a way that's made your smile shove your soul up into your eyes
Your face squinty and shiny as your skin absorbs the light.
So many years, now.
The words come when shadows grow
The shaking depletion of adrenaline in your blood
Leaving you feeling more than a little H
ill-ideological
by: 1 5 s t i t c h e s
I used to think so many things.
I used to believe that when I was almost thirty, I'd be married to the man of my dreams.
I'd be teaching in a comfortable community.
With kids of my own.
Two.
A boy and a girl, of course.
A dog.
Maybe a red wrought iron fence, instead. That would be my little tweak.
Enter life.
Enter change.
Enter the economic collapse of the United States, started by greedy people, mindless and emotionless corporations.
Sheeple.
Enter politics.
Exit idealistic dream, piece by flaking piece.
Exit painted walls, enter plywood and nails.
With windows boarded and na
Four And A Half
b y : 1 5 s t i t c h e s
My mind wanders over the process to come, the deep analytic approach that I am about to take on myself. The questions that will come, the more questions that follow, and the small probability for answers of half of those questions.
My neurons touch on the pain and anxiety it brings, the reason why this time has come.
Two and a half years ago I was gentle with you. I was calm, I was collected, and I was loving. I was compassionate and careful. Empathetic and respectful. I listened and I understood. But somewhere between that space and now, somewhere in the other two years that
“Love Me Anymore”
B y : 1 5 s t i t c h e s
*Inspired by Mikky Ekko’s song“Time” and personal life events*
Important
Taken for granted
Loved like a one-night-stand
on lonely nights.
Feet moving down and down;
Further and further away.
Time.
You can’t run from it
despite the sweat on your brow,
the leaking from your eyes;
Aching of muscle well underused in all this . . .
Time.
9 weeks to wait for the devastation
that I knew was coming
but prayed against anyway.
Prayed like I always do,
only when I really need it
only when I want something in
11:35 P.M. June 22, 2014
Dear Universe ( A Poem),
I leave to you,
the largely fabled
“Wedding Day” I dreamt of my entire young life
that I pried from my own fingers.
I’ve given that dream up now to focus on better,
more important things.
Because I realize that getting married
for me
involves only the devoted love of two individuals,
a certificate and an officiant to make it legal, and
a lifetime.
Because I realize that the Powers That Be ask us to give away the things
that we do not need
in order to
bless us with those that we do.
I also leave you my wish
for my own house;
The sarcastic smirk I offered every time
"Hello"
B y : 1 5 s t i t c h e s
It's been some time since you've written anything worth another's eyes seeing.
It's been some time.
A long time that changes in greens and reds
Warm and cool colors
Where people enter and exit, inhale, exhale
Do.a.million.other.things.they.won't.remember
and neither will you.
It's been a long time.
Since you've felt truly lifted
In a way that's made your smile shove your soul up into your eyes
Your face squinty and shiny as your skin absorbs the light.
So many years, now.
The words come when shadows grow
The shaking depletion of adrenaline in your blood
Leaving you feeling more than a little H
ill-ideological
by: 1 5 s t i t c h e s
I used to think so many things.
I used to believe that when I was almost thirty, I'd be married to the man of my dreams.
I'd be teaching in a comfortable community.
With kids of my own.
Two.
A boy and a girl, of course.
A dog.
Maybe a red wrought iron fence, instead. That would be my little tweak.
Enter life.
Enter change.
Enter the economic collapse of the United States, started by greedy people, mindless and emotionless corporations.
Sheeple.
Enter politics.
Exit idealistic dream, piece by flaking piece.
Exit painted walls, enter plywood and nails.
With windows boarded and na
C lose your eyes,
Take a d eep breath,
Take your l ast breath,
Take m e with you.
Take the r azor,
C ut it deeper,
Make it b leed more,
F eels much better.
S hut your mouth love,
Speak in s ilence.
You love with your e yes,
I've lost my p atience.
Close your m outh,
Don't say a w ord,
Just l isten to me,
Take a look at my w orld.
B roken and b leeding,
I leave you w aiting,
While your w hispers,
Speak as n othing.
H urt and t orn,
I take a d eep breath,
Make it b leed more,
I've lost my p atience.
C lose your eyes love,
Take your l ast breath,
C ut me deeper,
Don't say a w ord.
Her eyes are clouded,
With a lightless pale blue.
Her teeth are white,
Perfect in hue.
Her mind is not her own,
Cold skin is wet to touch,
Her dress is torn and knotted,
Her identity doesn't mean much.
Her hair is sprawled,
A fan of black,
Over white-colored sand,
The rings that once adorned her fingers,
Now lay on a lifeless hand.
"Between The Lines"
Under the Words
In the solid white Space
There it lies
Without infinite grace
The Misunderstanding
That hides with every kiss
The Misinterpretation
That refuses to be missed
With every Word you hear
And every other you understand
There lies this Fiend
That springs in whence comes the chance
It confuses all the Order
In which the Words are thrown
And then you have a situation
Where anger comes full-blown
Assumption without a cause
A misunderstanding nonetheless
Why can't we listen to eachother
And forget who made the mess.
"Escaping The Impossible"
To justify what I feel
I write it down for words do heal
Can't lock it inside anymore
I hear his voice outside my door.
Silver Drops and Crimson Tears
Can't hollow out my Darkest years
Can't flood the Hole I strive to fill
Or force the Water from the Mill.
Out the window I see his form
His shadowed figure dark but warm
His emerald eyes and knowing stare
The Wolf that comes now for the Mare.
I am mirrored through his eyes
A child in a woman's time
His coldness comes as no surprise
I don't wish his world to be mine.
11:35 P.M. June 22, 2014
Dear Universe ( A Poem),
I leave to you,
the largely fabled
“Wedding Day” I dreamt of my entire young life
that I pried from my own fingers.
I’ve given that dream up now to focus on better,
more important things.
Because I realize that getting married
for me
involves only the devoted love of two individuals,
a certificate and an officiant to make it legal, and
a lifetime.
Because I realize that the Powers That Be ask us to give away the things
that we do not need
in order to
bless us with those that we do.
I also leave you my wish
for my own house;
The sarcastic smirk I offered every time
Current Residence: CT deviantWEAR sizing preference: I don't wear my deviousness. Print preference: Depends on the piece. Favourite genre of music: Various. Favourite photographer: pixalias, Jeff, and lostgirl Favourite style of art: Various. Operating System: One that operates. MP3 player of choice: iTunes, iPod Touch, WinAmp Shell of choice: Jeff's arms. Wallpaper of choice: Music or game related. Skin of choice: Soft and pale. Favourite cartoon character: 1.Courage 2.Gir 3. Lenore Personal Quote: - People who take time to be alone usually have depth, originality, and quiet reserve - John Miller
Well,
It's been three years since I updated this shit. Damn!
Does anybody even read this shit anymore??!!
Anywho . . .
Still married to Jeff - we're doing well! Little tight with 2 car payments (we both got Toyota Certified pre-owned Rav4's, mine is white and his is black) because our old cars were starting to become unreliable.
Uh, we're in an apartment now, we've been here for a year and two months so far. It's a nice little place in a small city in CT. Centrally located to any and all types of shopping and food locations, so it's pretty awesome! Starting to save up for a down-payment on a house. That'll be a huuuuuuge undertaking.
Cu
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Hello,
After nine years with my boyfriend, Jeff, we're finally in a position to get married! My Ring :D Close Up of Ring :P
He proposed on a Wednesday last month and though it was a bit strange after so long and I knew it was coming sometime soon, it was still nice to experience it :)
After much teeth-grinding, stress, and heartbreak, we are foregoing any kind of large ceremony or even a reception to save up for two weeks in Florida. I must admit that I was upset at our collective decision not to have a "real" wedding. We had started planning one beforehand and were doing a 1950's theme complete with 100% 50's and 60's music, a roc
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Happy New Year, everyone!
I hope that 2013 brings much happiness to you all as well as exciting, new things.
I think this year I'd like to take some chances on things. Chances are healthy and when they pay off, the moment becomes that much more cherished.
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What chances have you taken so far in 2013?
:rose:
P.S. The song mentioned above is an extension of AlectorFencer (https://www.deviantart.com/alectorfencer)'s art piece with the same title. Please check it out --> :thumb346506063:
I'm still here. I wish you well with art, endeavors, and marriage. Peace. Sad to say a lot of the artists we supported once, are either passed away or got sick of DA. I'm staying on here for life, I don't care who leaves. I'm choosing to stay. I hate DA Core. it's pointless. I'd rather have a regular membership where I can be on this site for free, then have to pay $ just to be able to stay on here... It's a gimmick and trap honestly. Most people who use CORE, are already annoyed by it, or gloating. I have yet to see someone be gloating in arrogance over having a regular membership.
A lot of people say they will take a lot, but they don´t.^^ It´s not a problem if someone is not interested in my art. And it´s ok if they ignore my msg.
It makes me even more happy to meeting people like you. Thanks for your lovely feedback.
Hey. Congrats on the teaching job, I know you've always wanted that, and I'm sure you worked hard to get there. Hope to talk with you sometime. Keep in touch.