Dude, how is something I didn’t draw so ME?! lol.
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And I curse at the
Dark harsh sky as it shows me
It cares for me not
S.D.C 8-26-22
In honor of my ex-bff’s birthday, here is a poem I wrote years ago about a day we had that was good, when the days were all pretty much bad at that point:
On That Day
I will always remember you
On that day.
We were talking and laughing
I sat up to do something
You started to play in my hair
Your happy voice
Berated my unkempt tangles
Out of the room you disappeared
Coming back with your brush
You sat next to me and
Started brushing my hair
You don’t know the love and joy
I felt on that day
When for the first time
In years
You were my big sister
Guiding me, helping me loving me
That morning, I truly felt,
And knew, and saw
Our unbroken bond again
I will always remember you
On the day
You came back.
S.D.C. Date unknown
This makes me giggle. *giggles* See?
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OMG, I effing love this! I don’t often reblog, but when I do…
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Walking with my head down,
I am not prepared to look up,
And meet your eyes.
I am astonished.
You are not supposed to be here.
I’ve missed you,
I’ve moved past you, too.
So why does this sighting
Rock me to my toes?
You look the same.
I want to hug you,
But in no way would that be proper.
As I move past you,
To catch up with my crowd,
You say something to me.
How I used to long for that.
I mumble something quickly,
I have to catch up,
But I don’t want to leave you.
Then the door between us
Closes.
Once again, you’re gone.
Once again, I’m wistful.
s.d.c. date unknown
Author’s note: This was written around the time I was 17- 18 I think.
At times, self loathing consumes me.
I feel so inadequate,
So slow and dumb.
I liken myself to a blithering fool
Who keeps trying,
Failing each and every time.
I want to reprogram my innermost self,
To create a new me.
One I am happy to be,
One who is sure of herself.
Because she knows.
Knows what?
If I knew that, I wouldn’t have written
This poem.
S.C. Date unknown
Dramatic sunset in July 2011 <I could stare at sunsets for the rest of my life. They are so perfect.>
Sunrise July 2011 <OMG, I can’t believe I live in such a GORGEOUS place!!! <3 )
She’s her own biggest faaaaan, Pepper Aaaannn! <Damn, but I loved that cartoon!>
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Sunset at the Kipona Art Show, PA- 2010
Pondering “Us”
Who am I to you again?
Who are you to me?
What brought us to this place
Of such silent misery?
At what point was this ok?
When did we agree
To dwell here together
Yet exist so separately?
Was there ever a choice made
That this is how we’d be?
Or have we just accepted
This hostility?
How could we have gone through years
Chained with no key?
And how do we continue on
With this farce known as “we?”
S.D.C. 05-13-09 started 07-05-09 finished