Meaning Behind Blog

a safe keep box hidden beneath the surface
a buried treasure
a carrier of red rubies that flow through the skin
baring us with the greatest gift

Windows into the past, time machines
photographs that have been branded into the skin
forever there as a reminder
Stained glass windows into our souls
the only voice that speaks truth through liquid salt
an opening, an entrance to the core
like the eye of the storm
raining out spews of deceit and fairy tales
a storm that can swallow you whole with every word

the only thing holding us together at all times
a cage
locking in every truth we twist and every lie we grew into.
holding onto our valuables.
A ladder, a column that helps us stand straight
something everyone was born with
but doesn't seem to have one or use it
a hopeless wreck that any of us have yet to discover
You and I -
art, a masterpiece life created before us
a single moment in history and time
but the world through our very eyes
we're magicians, soldiers of love, actors, and liars
we are all just another thing to lose
Flowers that form beneath my skin
the ugly aftermath of a natural beauty
molded yellows, heathery grays, deep purples

- L


I'm no more than average, and certainly no where near perfect... I'm only human. I still believe in wasting days away doing absolutely nothing but lying around. My imagination runs farther than your eye can see, my realistic thinking trails darker than my shadow. My fingers move at a constant feed for the hunger of movement and the feel of ink running from my fingertips. My hands grasp onto things that I can't help but clutch. and my lips dry when they are being starved of their natural taste of words smoking from my mouth. My ears grow wary when the rhythmic feel of your voice is drifting to a whisper, and forces me to focus on what I don't want to hear. My knuckles turn white while clenching a fist to the world of non sense and complete ridiculousness. I still believe in the stories I was told, check my bed every night for the monsters that once roamed in my head as a child, but now walk only a few feet away from me in this world. I'm a constant thinker... I'm a living debater... and unconsciously contradicting my head from my last living heart. I feed off of love, for my own world, my family, those who have turned away from love, and your hopeless romantics.

I pace past clocks that strike too late, lying between twelve o'clock and the time i remember talking before i fell asleep.. I ease eyes when I lose my focus and breath easier when I'm fed food for thought. I balance myself between times I felt too embarrassed to talk and the times I couldn't have enough time to speak what I had to say.

I'm still a child at heart but wise with my mind. I work for Santa, I have one face instead of two, I found a pot of gold at the end of every one of my rainbows, I made a deal with cupid... And I can do all of these things while living in everyone's worlds. I cry when I'm sad... twice when I've been happy, I shake when I'm bored, and Talk in circles when tired and have nothing to say except for the words that were tossed to the corners of my mind. I made a deal with myself...

and I've kept it.

- L 

Rusted Pages

Tears that melted the arms that swayed me so. Words that weakened this grip and let me go

Eyes that wrote the story on painted skin. A mark of love when done a sin
Lips that colored my heart enough to make me walk. Ears so deaf it gave me strength to talk
Fingers and toes that made me care, skin so sweet, pale and fair
A tongue so strong with grasp on its speech. The voice behind those teeth that teach
A hidden kiss in that right corner. Cause she was your love and I was your donor
Legs that shake when I had shook. The strength in arms that pain had took
Lashes that curled at eyes too gray. When the rainstorms appear on a dreary day
A heart that would thud when I would talk. Cause you were the key and I was the lock
Skin that draped across the bone, letting loose from being alone
Chapped the words that I pull from this chest, cause lips so dry quiver for words that are best.
- Lauren