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The Injured Artist: April 2011
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Monday, April 18, 2011. I never meant to let this blog go by with a month and not have an update. Oh wells. People are human and they actually have lives. So you may ask what has happened. Seriously though, I will not go there. He even asked my older sister if I like weddings and if I would like to go. Her response "don't get your hopes up! In the morning she doesn't even wake up to them. I woke up Saturday morning early before my 9am shift to feed them, change them and make sure they will be good be...
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The Injured Artist: July 2010
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Wednesday, July 28, 2010. Hiding in the darkness. Not knowing if I live in reality or if this is a fantasy. Laying in the darkness as it over takes me. Is it truth or a lie. To control is its means. Should I follow it to where my heart is fully broken or in one piece. To be, to stand. To know where I really am. Not to hide in the darkness pretending. But I’m never alone. To bring me out of this confusion. To stand outside these questions. I will keep pretending…. I will be a blank canvas. Then Friday mor...
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The Injured Artist: My Unrequited Love
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Monday, February 14, 2011. I chant to myself you weren’t real. You meant nothing to me. And with every word my voice gets smaller. Then my lips start to quiver. You never meant anything to me. But you meant the world to me. Every memory is like an aching thorn. A bruise that never wants to clear up. A wound that reopens making your reality hurt so much. I allowed myself to grieve over you. To live once more. And here I am. Like a slap in the face. Reminded of the unrequited love. From you ripping in to me.
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The Injured Artist: There's a snake in my boot...
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Saturday, May 21, 2011. There's a snake in my boot. I decided today I was going to post! It seems so long ago since I last really posted. Not an update just something of me. I feel like writing today. I was at work today and was twisted in the harness I wore at work and said aloud "I get tangled up in my own string." It hit home. I've been dealing, no correct that, not dealing with a couple of things in my life. I've allowed that pink elephant to engulf me in my own space. I'm working. I might hold o...
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The Injured Artist: The Corner
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Thursday, February 10, 2011. Today I found your corner. In the back of my mind. Far from all living and creating. Far from all of me but still in the back of my mind. You were my immovable mountain. I found you and shook you. I held every vulnerable part of you. Yet it wasn’t enough. You laid out everything new for me. And I soaked it in. Its been almost two years. I found your corner today. I swore I wasn’t going to shed a tear for you. And some how I fell anyway. I relived the memory of you and me.
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The Injured Artist: December 2010
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Sunday, December 26, 2010. Gathering the unraveled year. I have not much to update on. Simply put. I've become really lazy. I mean absurdly lazy. Don't get me wrong some of the women there whine so much its understandable but honestly. Not all women are like that! So another year ending and a new one beginning. 2009 I felt everything, 2010 I felt nothing, and 2011 I have no expectations. Links to this post. Monday, December 20, 2010. The mirror says it all. Blinding me with my imperfections. It can still...
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The Injured Artist: September 2010
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Wednesday, September 29, 2010. How have these four walls become so small? It used to fit me, you and everything in between. Bursting with life and all the goodness that light brings. And now it is empty and so snug. The window has become a clouded mess. I seem to clean up and I turn around and its dirty again. What’s the point of cleaning something that keeps getting dirty? How do I break free from this imprisonment? Can no one hear me? Are my cries not loud enough? Links to this post. Kimmy noticed that...
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The Injured Artist: January 2011
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Thursday, January 27, 2011. I wanna hold your hand. Captured by your essence. The tides rip between us like a vast space. Larger than the universe disagreeing with the passion between us. How is this love wrong when its pure. How is this love forsaken by all but you and me. How long will we be able to finally be one. How long will it be until the calm brings peace to everyone. I don’t know if I can keep surviving like a partridge in a pear tree. Sitting perched on my branch. As if we will never be again.
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The Injured Artist: October 2012
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Saturday, October 27, 2012. How long has it been and I finally have some kind of device to use! 1 I got me a jiz-ob! 2 My car and birds car stopped working. 3 My sister sue had a baby girl! 4 My dad has diabetes and now i believe i do to. Both sides of my family have it and thats on top of my PCOS. So I think that's all. I'm gonna be honest, I've missed blogging. Not sure how often I will be updating but I'll do my best! Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile.
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The Injured Artist: Lost off the gird...
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Wednesday, July 6, 2011. Lost off the gird. So I haven't been able to blog, or write. My laptop is dead. Yes folks! The mother board is fried! My best bet is to buy a new laptop. But on the bright side, all my info was able to be retrieved! You know normally people are so upset by losing a laptop but I honestly wasn't! It happened and I guess time to move on. My older sister was like 'oh my gawd what are you gonna do." She thinks she knows me and thought that I would be really upset by it. Picture Window...
