Shoes (Taken with instagram)

I feel like this fridge

Experiment with the lighting in my room

Lost in color

I miss this :)

Taken near Dingle in Ireland. 

Baby owls Linford and Christie curl up in tea cups in the home of their adoptive parent, Jimmy Robinson. (Photo courtesy of bnps.co.uk)

You pierced right through my armor

An icecycle through my heart

Like the winter winds blowing

Icy and tart

The sad thing is that you don’t even know it

I’m Excalibur, you’re Arthur

And I’ve been plucked from the cold, hard stone

I’m the pen you’re the author

My Every step is chosen for me

My breath is in your lungs

My heart is on a run away

My lips are speaking tungs

My blood is black and lifeless

My pulse as raw as bone

My body made to alter

Become my winter home

I wrap myself in light

Away from darkness and my pride

My fingers are so brittle

Hang the wool for it to dry

I was sinking

The snow encased me

In a grave

Only to wake

In spring

I’m soaking in the premature spring rain

Just doting on nothing more than your name

Is there something wrong to be the cane

The leaper and its fame 

It’s all falling out while I’m cast to sea

Thoughts hauling, busy as a bee

The tethered shore can’t float for free

The chain, shiped, the sunken anchor

Canary sings as yellow as the day

The cannery stops, corrode from the clay

As I came to know your name

Catching amnesia, the tip of my tung

I subside to the onlooker life

It’s my pride when you told me goodbye

How was I to know you wanted more than I could provide?

I saw you for miles

Wandering aimless all that time.

I went through a few old boxes of mine today! Look what I found! My Barbie Polaroid camera!!!