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Thursday, June 26, 2014

risk-takers & self-protectors

on the subject of hurt, there are two kinds of people:

there are those that guard their hearts or distance themselves when they know it's doomed

when they know there is consequence, or a finite ending

these people look out for themselves--- which is good
they think realistically and logically
they refrain from engaging in something temporary because they know it will leave them empty
they know that people leave and promises are impossible to keep
i'd say these people are pretty smart-- but live life void of "what ifs" and "in the moments"


then there are those that quite literally wear their heart smack dab on their face
they are, also quite aware of certain doomdays or expiration dates 

what's different about these people is that they ignore them
they ignore the fact that everything and everyone around them will eventually let them down
rather than be concerned with their future well-being they choose to satisfy the present self

they choose to take every moment they have and spend it--- every drop of it

yes these people may live life with little regret, but i think these people are self-destructive

they allow their heart to be chipped away and taken with each person they come into contact with and while everyone else walks away with a piece, they are left empty

these people completely drown themselves with what is right in front of them and forgot to protect themselves for what is to come



i. am a risk-taker.
i choose to fill my heart in the moment even if i know that it will be broken tomorrow. 
i always take the risk.


i. 
am left empty. 


Sunday, June 22, 2014

bondage



dark was the mind




black-- were the shadows of the heart







"how do you purify the heart?"




every porcelain face mantles the bruises that speak truth

that reveal identity









"YAHWEH, YAHWEH," they cry out


almost instantly eyes shift from up to in and they ruin themselves



sin


a self-inflicted cycle





Set Us Free




Wednesday, June 11, 2014

words & their keepers

he gave words away too easily
sacred, lovely words
each time it's meaning diminished

her face grew weary; "you don't mean that," she sighed
 she knew his lips were never to be trusted

for her words were locked up so very tight