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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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...


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 ...


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...


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...


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...


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 ...


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” 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...


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 ...


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” 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...


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...


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...


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...


November 12, 2015

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...


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...


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


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 ...


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...


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 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 ...


Swirl With Me (Audio File) And sometimes the inspiration comes from not the urge to write, but the need to do so and feel so alive… “Swirl With Me” Swirl with me, darling. Won’t you dance to me ...


“Oh, How I Wonder” (Older Poem Recited to Start the Video) And sometimes the inspiration comes from what resonates within the canopy of our hearts in the brightness of day and the tranquility of...


Brian In A Word So, I was talking to greengrapes the other night, and while I gained yet another (terrible) nickname, she asked me to describe myself in one word and what others have used to desc...


And sometimes the inspiration comes from the magic of the moment, and the soft light of night.. “Moonlight (Every Night)” Tell me, Sunrise, Are you forever going to be, The very first thought, Th...


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