October 2010
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tarot reading: reconnecting with my late brother...
(excuse the poor photo of my cards; i took the picture quickly not worried about composition, and i didn’t intend to post it online until now.)
last night, I asked my Secret tarot deck (yes, it really is called Secret tarot) would I actually communicate with my brother as planned on the night of Samhain (October 31st), when the barrier between the spiritual world and ours is quite thin....
September 2010
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checking in...
hi, i’m still very much around. i plan to update this writing journal of mine soon, but at the moment, my focus is on getting my tarot journal up, which will also be on tumblr. stay tuned for a link once i’m ready to share it.
August 2010
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i am not sunshine
i am not pulsating bliss
i am not calm wind
but i am all of these things
when your skin first touches mine
and then…
i am red fire rising
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beautiful refuge
the night harbored her
with a blanket of blue stars
peace, oblivion
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dark love was born in the eye of the hurricane, and it felt so wickedly wonderful that they carried on, knowing their hearts would be dead in the aftermath.
July 2010
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oh, darling, i hate making you cry, but it seems that’s the only way i know you love me at your core, where your feelings are intricate and deep and hot like lava and sometimes beautiful, completely different from the wintry chills you give me.
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i let you inside my porcelain castle
you transformed into a dragon
and destroyed it
it was your eyes
they made me stupid
with their clever facade of assurance
gentleness and warmth
i lost myself in the muted sun
of your enchanting gaze
incognizant of the monster
lurking behind it
but you brutally forced me to be aware
thank you
i’m a lot wiser and stronger now
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i’m a child of darkness. all this sunshine you’re giving me, i’m not really used to. you call out my name or brush your electric fingertips against my skin, and suddenly, bold flashes of yellow infiltrate the grey; some dormant part of me is shocked into an exhilarating awareness when you do such things. i want you to know i woke up this morning feeling like you were my chosen lover, but more like...
April 2010
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urgency
i desire the strength to hogtie your wild ego and dump it in the deepest river, for it steadily claws away at our love with its huge talons, and you are oblivious to it. this is quite painful because i’m in love with you, so you must snap the fuck out of it now and tame the beast before it kills us.
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the most organic form of self-abuse is denying your heart its greatest desire.
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just throw me your money
i’m selling my soul
i’ll be your bitter honey
your tainted gold
March 2010
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sometimes you can feel with every fiber of your being emotions you cannot understand. sometimes it’s the emotions you do understand that you feel with your entire being and would much rather not. in this truth, heart = 2, mind = 0.
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i promise she’ll steal your love while stealing your soul like a succubus, but i so adore her. our lovemaking is wild, dark, and surreal. i know her every carnal desire, and i let her ravage me because i have so much love and flesh to spare. sometimes i lay my head on her chest to listen to her wandering heart, and i look up into her polyamorous eyes, searching for a vacant spot i can claim...
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i’m in lust with a love-killer
she fucks me like she was made for porn
she dares me to catch feelings
so when she kisses me, my heart sprouts thorns
September 2009
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she came into my dream, touched what she liked. a star exploded inside me as she caressed my petals. i re-bloomed.