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i remember every time you leftthe stones stacked on my chestand i stood stillweighted, waitingfor your name to pass throughsome messenger’s lipsso it’s strange that it should come to thisthat we are strangers once again the blood& the bones
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and they said who will go? the valiant, the mighty, the bold they all say send me but let it also be known that the scared, the young, the naively brave the ones not even knowing the weight they will declare their willingness in hopes that through sacrifice, through suffering someday they may become like…
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so many momentsi felt i was but mere dustthe wind would carry me awayat any notionthis was what it was liketo feel left behindto feel discardedto feel yourself dyingin slow motion this was heartbreak, this was depression, this was loneliness the blood& the bones
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In a dream, I had come to the end of a long road And you stood there The stars were falling all around you like confetti And I was amazed at how the light of the moon and the sun shone through you simultaneously I had come to this journey’s end And you were my…
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I don’t hate you for not knowing how to love me You’re still the hero in our story LL
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we live in a world where you can deeply and personally offend a total stranger you don’t know or give a fuck about yet somehow they’ve decided, based on nothing more than their short sided opinion and likely their own deficiencies, that they know everything about you ….
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When I was younger, I had lots of curly hair..unruly, unkempt & so thick that I could barely brush it. As a tomboy, keeping my hair kept was pretty unimportant to me. While most kids are adorable, I wasn’t. I look back on photos & see an awkward ugly duckling who had no idea what…
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Can you really know the weight of life, it’s true brevity, if you have never held death at your disposal? I believe that a man who has felt the pressure of each and who has known when to follow the light and when to govern darkness is both a warrior and a god. And then…
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I am supposed to be subtle and coy yet here I am, trying to figure out ways for you to notice me. I study your face. Your brow is brooding, your nose broken at least once, your lips… oh your lips. Your lips are made for something… I’d like to say kissing but that’s not…
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Everything that broke, every dream that failed, every crossroad I chose, led me straight to this LL
The Blood & The Bones 