Oh the tangled web you weave around yourself. I can't believe the lies you tell. Do you not see how they will catch up with you, how already they are catching up with you. Your true colours are emerging. Soon everyone will see the ugliness as I did. What will you do then? What will you do when everyone who cared about you turns away in disgust. Will you remember all the lies that day? Will you regret them when you are left all alone with no one to listen to your sad stories anymore. You have pushed away everyone who knew me, now who are you left with? Only the one person who doesn't know you. A new person to spin your web around. But webs are not indestructible and soon even this new web will break and you'll have to start again, from scratch, finding new prey to entangle in your lies. It pains me that you lie to your children and friends. I feel so badly for the poor souls that are forced to have you in their lives. I wonder how your mother feels watching you now, seeing the person her son became, the hearts he broke, the lies, the theft the disregard for anyone but himself. Would she be proud? Or deeply disgusted in the thing you have become.
Will you think of that when you are all alone
Thursday 14 August 2014
Tuesday 12 August 2014
In touch with myself, In touch with the Universe
I feel reborn, like I have awoken from a coma. The myself that I missed has not shriveled up and died, I was rescued just in time. I can feel the power of myself as a strong woman. Can feel my wings outstretched. The love and magic of the Universe courses through my veins. My heart beats strong within me, my body is young and fit and ready to take me through many adventures yet in this physical realm. I can feel again, I can create again, I can love again and I CAN DANCE again. Bring it on I say, bring on life and living it to the fullest. Rise PHOENIX again from the ashes. Fly FIREFLY. I am back! And more beautiful then ever!
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Monday 11 August 2014
Breaking free
Each link on the chain is a memory. Each representing a time, a place, a moment that you hurt me. Each lie, each betrayal every time you broke my heart forged in steel. The coldness of the steel on my skin only rivaled by the coldness in your eyes. The lifeless links only rivaled by your heartless soul. But you underestimated me, you thought your chain would hold me down. You thought your carefully formed links of torment would be forever wrapped around my heart. You were wrong, I've already moved on. I have broken through the chains that bound me and I am free. The cold steel is but a memory that I have cast aside. I can move, I can create, I can do what I want. My future now stretches before me like an undiscovered territory that I never imagined being able to explore. I never even knew it existed while I was bound to your meaningless life.
Every time you broke me down I pulled in closer to myself until my core was so pressurized it became as hard as a diamond. From the axe that was your tongue a precious gem has emerged. I am now stronger and more beautiful then you could ever contemplate. So I thank you. While you focused on destroying the outside, you missed the beauty and strength that formed on the inside. And now I get to share that with someone worthy, someone who has the ability to see through the rough stone exterior to the unbreakable and remarkable creation within.
Every time you broke me down I pulled in closer to myself until my core was so pressurized it became as hard as a diamond. From the axe that was your tongue a precious gem has emerged. I am now stronger and more beautiful then you could ever contemplate. So I thank you. While you focused on destroying the outside, you missed the beauty and strength that formed on the inside. And now I get to share that with someone worthy, someone who has the ability to see through the rough stone exterior to the unbreakable and remarkable creation within.
The colours of an unrestrained mind
Indigo. Teal. Purple. Silver. blue. Orange. red.
Effervescent. Ethereal. Ever changing. They swoop and swirl like eagles in flight. They rise and fall like the waves of the ocean.
The colours start their journey in my mind. Their birth small explosions, tiny fireworks full of promise and potential. As they travel down my arm they evolve into thought. My hand eloquently expressing these thoughts onto the canvas through my brush.
the thoughts evolve like the caterpillar into a butterfly. Metamorphosizing into an image.
The image cannot be seen yet by others, but in my mind it is complete. My hand moves gracefully over the canvas expressing emotions too deep for words with lines, curves, shapes and my beloved colours.
Tears roll down my cheeks but my lips form a smile. Anger, pain, betrayal hard strong brush strokes. Love, laughter and faith smooth sweeping strokes. Memories turn into patterns. Emotions solidifying. Manifesting my hopes and dreams onto canvas. Releasing my torment and pain with each stroke.
I work as if in trance, fixated on creation. Time passes as if in a dream world. The light outside changing but the light inside me still burning bright
Finally, the piece is complete and I rest my hand and view my work. This memory, this moment, immortalised in acrylic. The writhing colour in my mind becomes placid. From a stormy sea to a calm lake..... Until the next time they are awoken
Effervescent. Ethereal. Ever changing. They swoop and swirl like eagles in flight. They rise and fall like the waves of the ocean.
The colours start their journey in my mind. Their birth small explosions, tiny fireworks full of promise and potential. As they travel down my arm they evolve into thought. My hand eloquently expressing these thoughts onto the canvas through my brush.
the thoughts evolve like the caterpillar into a butterfly. Metamorphosizing into an image.
The image cannot be seen yet by others, but in my mind it is complete. My hand moves gracefully over the canvas expressing emotions too deep for words with lines, curves, shapes and my beloved colours.
Tears roll down my cheeks but my lips form a smile. Anger, pain, betrayal hard strong brush strokes. Love, laughter and faith smooth sweeping strokes. Memories turn into patterns. Emotions solidifying. Manifesting my hopes and dreams onto canvas. Releasing my torment and pain with each stroke.
I work as if in trance, fixated on creation. Time passes as if in a dream world. The light outside changing but the light inside me still burning bright
Finally, the piece is complete and I rest my hand and view my work. This memory, this moment, immortalised in acrylic. The writhing colour in my mind becomes placid. From a stormy sea to a calm lake..... Until the next time they are awoken
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