LoveSuicide ⋅
"It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for – and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing. It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool – for love – for your dreams – for the adventure of being alive." by: Oriah Mountain Dreamer . . . . . . . I spent 13 years on OD as LoveSuicide.
Look for beauty and you may find love. Look for love and you shall find both.
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Endymion Knights (It's a Mardi Gras thang, y'all) in Just another day in Paradise...
So Endymion was amazing. Caroline is in from Canada, and we met Steve, Sam, Gretchen, Lauren, and Faye to see the parade then went and joined Joey at the Irish Pub Finn McCool’s for karaoke after...
Rumi's Daughter in Poetry is the Window to the Soul...
And sometimes the inspiration comes from late night encounters and the ways in which she will change my always.. “Rumi’s Daughter” Rumi’s daughter The seventh wonder Her heart drawn with a flame ...
So I was supposed to have this roommate solve my financial struggles since Shayla left and we went from three incomes in this 3 bedroom house with 2 baths to just two. My brother and I. He was su...
Pieces of Me in Poetry is the Window to the Soul...
2 She has a strawberry halo And a delicate silhouette She speaks with her hands Full of happiness And she shows no regret Her mind is her salvation Though it gets little respect And her body is a...
So I wrote a Second Book.. on accident. :) in Entries of Great Significance
First, massive apologies for my absence. Been battling the flu which has run rampant in my neck of the bayou. Anyway, so for Christmas for the second time in my life one of my dear friends surpri...
The Art of Instagram in Poetry is the Window to the Soul...
And sometimes the inspiration comes from playful mockery… “The Art of Instagram” When I first met you, my fingers had little feeling. My hands were cracked and bleeding. Too many grains of sand ...
Tonight Changed My Life in Entries of Great Significance
This is not going to be an assortment of fanciful words strung together in any sense of melody or flow. This is not going to be about perfection and the artistry of placement and how that impacts...
My Fevered Sky (Poem with Audio) in Poetry is the Window to the Soul...
And sometimes the inspiration comes from the echoes of angels from memories made and hard wishes for them to forever color the sky.. “My Fevered Sky” There’s a picture on my wall And it holds wit...
Breakthrough! May the Force be with you, Cowboy! in Just another day in Paradise...
Has anyone been watching Breakthrough on National Geographic? Holy hell, I love this series. Such talented people behind it, namely Ron Howard. Tonight I finished the episode on water. Did you r...
Tiffany (If I Could) in Poetry is the Window to the Soul...
And sometimes the inspiration comes from you… “Tiffany” You have a harp string kind of life, Where you and I no longer hold a place, Within the music that you write. And your words I burned into ...
The Love of My Life (Part IV) in The Love of my Life
This is the third part of how love has stained me, made me, and shaped me. This is about Monique. This is about true love. Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3. I am in many ways a force of nature. That is...
"A Black Hole Goodbye" (For all you nerds!) in Poetry is the Window to the Soul...
“A Black Hole Goodbye” I am a constellation of stars that have fallen apart, and there exists only the slightest bend in my burn that might set me aright. There are fortunes and names attributed...
I Fell in Love With a Ghost in Poetry is the Window to the Soul...
And sometimes the inspiration comes from the very textured fabric of all of me to the very smooth silk of all of you.. “I Fell In Love With A Ghost” I am in love with your ghost. The empty shell ...
"Prayer For A Miracle" in Entries of Great Significance
And sometimes the inspiration comes from the very center of our greatest fears and the suffocating insecurity that burns the best bridges and closes the brightest of roads.. “Prayer For A Miracle...
Nonsense Fails in Poetry is the Window to the Soul...
“Nonsense Fails” She screams into silhouettes, Burns the incense on the desk, And I find myself a mortal. A mortal mess. When she lingers, Wanders, To confess. This minefield of a dream, Burns th...
I'm a fucking ruin in Entries of Great Significance
Take the blade and bury it deep Draw the lines and drag it across Slowly and deliberate Make sure you bleed hard Let the tide flow Let it breathe And I find my fingers Around this scalpel They c...
No Pretty Words in Entries of Great Significance
There are no words from the lips of angels. There are no words that sing splendid in a symphony of the beauty of life. The beauty of you. The beauty of me. There are no words that I find today th...
Pussygrits ... story time! in Just another day in Paradise...
I suppose the title warrants an explanation. Eh, maybe. Eventually. Sing Me A Sad, Sad Song So! Weekend shenanigans, right? Cause that’s what every weekend should be.. so Thursday night I got a c...
Goodbye in Entries of Great Significance
And sometimes the inspiration comes from a year of crippling pain, of unexpected gain, and of having to say the one thing you never want to.. again and again.. “Goodbye” I’m scrawling on dirty wi...
Nonsense in Entries of Great Significance
Speak to me with your prism of justice, stare long into my hardened eyes, and speak to me of the motives of madness. Speak to me of darkness. Speak to me of your child’s lies. There is no warrant...
My Kind in Entries of Great Significance
The world does not revolve around you. No matter how much you want it, well. You are not my kind. . http://www.daynamanning.com/track/730201/my-kind?feature_id=155071
Her Daydreams in Poetry is the Window to the Soul...
And sometimes the inspiration comes from the fury of a moment, the indelible imprint of atonement, and somehow seeking the median.. “Her Daydreams” She writes my name on all her jeans Builds her ...
Smooth Elixir (Audio) in Poetry is the Window to the Soul...
Reflective Thoughts I am so completely unhappy with myself right now. It’s amazing to look back, reflect on all the changes I have made to myself and adjusted my course. For decades now. I try, I...
Meandering Late Night Thoughts, Crappy Poetry in Entries of Great Significance
Rambling Man I wrote a poem for the first time ever this morning on my phone. I woke up sometime after 8am, after a late night, and I wanted desperately to go back to sleep. I wanted that so much...
Time and Thoughts (Important.) in Entries of Great Significance
Time and Thoughts I wrote this entry long ago. I do not wish to revisit my words, because honestly, I rarely care for them. However, this probably needs to be said with space and distance having ...
