fire in my bones

Cuddle!

I think this Koala bear and it's baby are so cute! I love them both, and it's better to think of things that make my heart smile. I don't like having reasons to be afraid, and I don't like that I don't feel safe in my own home. However, I love Koala bears.

blackbury

the blackberries are dead.
it's a shame; greedy vultures gather around them and
steal all the berry-juice.

i had something else to say but i forgot,
it's just one of those days.

i remembered.
it's one of those days where nothing looks good to eat
and i just want to go to sleep.

small snips

stefanie's creations

september 20th:
war paint: an outward battle cry of the war raging within.
today my face feels shattered; a  bullet through seamless thinly stretched metal. I heard aluminum gives birth defects to the unborn, so why do we use the damn stuff?
I exist.
I am coming into being, I want to 'let myself be poor again' (Rilke). I do it everyday. I screw up and mess up all this outward appeal. makes me want to try harder.
maybe I get afraid because he knows me.

september 21st: You are Atlas from the ancient Greeks. 
You carry me on your back like a feather.
everyone tells me that i will be. I think that's cruel, to tell the bird she's a fish... she will suffocate in the water welled up in her tiny hollow lungs..
this is why I must look to You,
my Atlas,
and place my name in your ever-capable hands.

Bater.

this bino eats my mind like bokh.
chindilan? sometimes, maybe.
Not always.
it's a rough and a ruv and it's
wrapping round my neck like a sap.
Za, away from me if tu cannot be tachiben.

sometimes it's hard to keep a vast
and hold onto that which burns my
sero.

the shon is beautiful though, and it loves.

rat flows freely
if you should
lie.

mon couer est brise some days.

I haven't seen a canary in a coal mine lately.

"I feel caged out of her cage," he replied, speaking of his yellow-eyed canary.

Canaries are admired for their song, but I also admire them for their beauty in flight.

how the devil got her

Little girl, pink headband
golden hair,
a smile.

the devil tricked her,
told her she was like him,
told her love was a sin
and deceived her.

Little girl, dark art and
sad smiles now
pour from her heart
how the devil got her?

he said that God was a lie, and it tore her apart.

Somehow she believed
that something so faulty
could come through for her
and somehow, adore her.
All the devil wanted was to
twist up her insides
so she wouldn't remember
any truths anymore.

She claims his allegiance
but I claim her heart through
prayer and defiance...
God will prove Himself;

Little girl, pink headband

golden hair, 

a smile.