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Posted by Leanna - Wednesday, February 5, 2014 - 1:57am


. I know the pieces fit because I watched them fall away .

Learning how to love myself is a delicate procedure.  It's almost as if I'm collecting a mirror that's been shattered.  It requires me to pick up all the broken pieces of myself and reassemble them so the fragments fit together; not perfectly but to the best of my ability.  I'm finding some of the shards are so damaged, I don't assume that they will fit anywhere.  What I'm slowly realizing is that everything has a place so long as I remain patient.  And if I'm brave, I will have the courage to gaze upon my reflection after all the pieces reside to where they belong.  

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Posted by Leanna - Friday, January 31, 2014 - 10:34am


H.


 

What's coming through is alive.
What's holding up is a mirror.
But what's singing songs is a snake
Looking to turn this piss to wine.
 
They're both totally void of hate,
But killing me just the same.
 
The snake behind me hisses
What my damage could have been.
My blood before me begs me
Open up my heart again.
 
And I feel this coming over like a storm again.
Considerately.
 
Venomous voice, tempts me,
Drains me, bleeds me,
Leaves me cracked and empty.
Drags me down like some sweet gravity.
 
The snake behind me hisses
What my damage could have been.
My blood before me begs me
Open up my heart again.
 
And I feel this coming over like a storm again.
 
I am too connected to you to
Slip away, to fade away.
Days away I still feel you
Touching me, changing me,
And considerately killing me.
 
Without the skin,
Beneath the storm,
Under these tears
The walls came down.
 
And the snake is drowned and
As I look in his eyes,
My fear begins to fade
Recalling all of those times.
 
I could have cried then.
I should have cried then.
 
And as the walls come down and
As I look in your eyes
My fear begins to fade
Recalling all of the times
I have died
and will die.
It's all right.
I don't mind.
 
I am too connected to you to
Slip away, to fade away.
Days away I still feel you
Touching me, changing me,
 
And considerately killing me.
 
Posted by Leanna - Wednesday, January 29, 2014 - 11:00pm


What's coming through is alive. What's holding up is a mirror.

My darling, do not lose hope.

Melancholy is something that can be altered with a simple change of perception. A sunny outlook can work wonders.
You will suddenly remember what you loved about things long forgotten.
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Posted by Leanna - Wednesday, January 29, 2014 - 8:20am


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Circus of the Spineless by Emeli Theander

Butterfly, shall we always be together? 
Butterfly, I do not mean, just here on 
earth, I mean until the stars stop shining. 
Butterfly, I mean, until there is no moon... 
no anything, but my Butterfly and I.
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Posted by Leanna - Tuesday, January 28, 2014 - 1:55pm


You.

I promise.
When all of this is over,
everything will make sense.
Everything will have fallen into place.
The world
will be just as it should be.
And all of it
will be so
so
beautiful.
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Posted by Leanna - Monday, January 20, 2014 - 11:11pm


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Emilie vient à moi en rêve (Emilie comes to me in a dream) by Jindřich Štyrský, 1933
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Posted by Leanna - Monday, January 20, 2014 - 10:47pm


Life is

Life is a learning process.  Wisdom comes to those who have faults, who make errors, who hurt others and in the process of doing so, hurt themselves.  Sometimes the only way we learn is by making a painful mistake for the grander purpose of being taught an important lesson.  There's much truth to the statement that a lesson will be repeated until it is learned...  The same lesson will be presented to you in various forms until it teaches you what you need to know.  Although sometimes these people and situations come to you in disguise, the end result is always the same.  And sometimes we must realize there's little that can be done to prevent this heartache...  It simply has to be.  

With wisdom comes strength, courage, knowing, and an ever-increasing inner peace.  Be brave, dry your tears, and hold on tight.  The only way out is through. 

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Posted by Leanna - Friday, January 17, 2014 - 1:15pm


oh dahlia, my dahlia.

“Death is patiently
making my mask as I sleep.  
Every morning I awake to discover
in the corners of my eyes
the small tears of her wax.”

It has been 67 years since we lost dear Elizabeth.  In her honor, I elected to have some photographs taken for her anniversary.  She has been a figure of prominence for me for as long as I can remember, and although her story is a tragic one, it is one that I have grown to derive many lessons from. 

Rest in peace, darling girl.
July 29, 1924 – January 15, 1947
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Posted by Leanna - Tuesday, January 14, 2014 - 11:00pm


Listen.

Posted by Leanna - Monday, January 13, 2014 - 9:36pm