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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I got asked out today. For a date. I feel very conflicted right now. This song was my anthem after Hurricane Katrina buried my city. Many of you who have read me for years know that we evacuated...
And sometimes the inspiration comes from the moments you press your fingers into clay, and you form the words from the clay of life.. “You Are Sundance” There are streaks in my night sky Stars bu...
And sometimes the inspiration comes from the settling of thought and the rumbling of every other part.. “Web of Desire” You are a thought – An idea – Conceptual, So sensual, And I – Woefully inco...
The Question Game. Come play! in Entries of Great Significance
EDIT: Okay, so, I think I want to modify this thing. Ask me a question. Anything. I’ll answer it honestly. And you don’t have to answer my nonsense if I return a question to you. Also, I’ve got s...
She’s a dream, I find, as the only time we make love is when I close my eyes. And she is there forming herself to my body. I am bending to her will as she curves her form about my spine. Her scen...
True Love in Entries of Great Significance
Have you ever experienced true love? A love so unshakable, so unbreakable, and so inconceivable that despite each person’s best efforts to destroy it, deny it, and expire it not only does it live...
So I cannot begin to explain this. I plan to. There’s an entry dedicated to Katrina. It’s been percolating in my head for months now. Since I first started writing here. She has been a fixture in...
Center Star in Poetry is the Window to the Soul...
And sometimes the inspiration comes from late nights by candle lights.. “Center Star” My words, they falter The moon looms larger And it is my hopes Oh, darling, my hopes They stand taller All be...
The Love of My Life in The Love of my Life
She is the love of my life. She was my storybook moment. Fairy tales sometimes exist. And this girl, well, she was my very wish upon a shooting star. It came true. Even if for only a time, but wh...
I have been in love four times. in Entries of Great Significance
I have been in love four times in my life. I have only given my body fully to four girls in my life. That’s another term for sex, haha. Anyway. Four girls in almost 37 years. Not too bad, and n...
I Believe In The Stars in Poetry is the Window to the Soul...
And sometimes the inspiration comes from the moments and the fingers of the least expected.. “I Believe In The Stars” I believe in the stars They are opulent In their staggering beauty And unlike...
I'm Adrift in Poetry is the Window to the Soul...
I don’t know where to begin. There is no singular point that is in any grand way defining my existence right now. Except confusion. I am without direction. A rudderless vessel without proper ins...
Salt & Bleach in Poetry is the Window to the Soul...
And sometimes the inspiration comes from letting your bleeding heart stain the words on the pages.. “Salt & Bleach” Fuck your heart Fuck your mind Fuck your love Fuck your quiet I don’t want ...
RIP Robin, I love you. (Video of Me Rambling) in Just another day in Paradise...
How do I tell you I love you when you’re already gone? How do I show you all that life has given to me, taken from me, and just how far I’ve come? How do I tell you that you were the very bes...
The following is an entry detailing a period in my life in which I was a bit too much the hopeless romantic. Stunning, I know, right? Anyway, it is copied and pasted from when I originally wrote...
Storybook Angel. in Poetry is the Window to the Soul...
Swollen hearts and sideways glances, hair full of daisies so white she fancies, on moonbeam highways in her honeycomb sandals, she speaks from her soul holding strawberry candles, alit in the ver...
Piper & Leo in Just another day in Paradise...
I miss my cats so fucking much right now. I miss them. Leo would curl around me, and he always would sit on my chest. His little front paws tucked in, and he’d stare at me with this look that tol...
I don't know. Home. in Poetry is the Window to the Soul...
The soft, plush pillow offers up no comfort tonight as I lay my head upon it with my eyes shut tight. I hear the soft whir of the ceiling fan above me pulsing almost in unison with my own rhythmi...
we are in Poetry is the Window to the Soul...
And sometimes the inspiration comes from the very depths of the soul.. “we are” we are forever changing skylines where our once shimmering sunlight bends so violently beneath the darkness the da...
Candles To The Stars in Poetry is the Window to the Soul...
And sometimes the inspiration comes from believing in the promise of the night, and her lovely sky that holds the cards.. “Candles To The Stars” I am holding candles to the stars And wishing upon...
The Art of Colour in Poetry is the Window to the Soul...
There are no words tonight. I have tried. I am a dried out husk. Barely alive. Reliving the past. Always living and reliving life inside these walls that constitute my mind. So old poetry it is....
A Poet's Want (Video by Me) in Poetry is the Window to the Soul...
Alright, so the first run I actually was 90% completed the poem and my monitor literally shut down on me. I’m not going to bother to edit the video, so I ended up ending that one and just doing a...
Something More Than Words (Video by Me) in Poetry is the Window to the Soul...
For those scoring along at home here’s the poem in question.. :) I did this one straight through one take. Cherish You I spent a long time recording the audio for then eventually youtube demande...
Cherish You (Video by Me) in Poetry is the Window to the Soul...
Hopefully this actually works.. never done a video of a poem of mine, but first time for everything! :) Here’s the poem for those wanting to follow along. heh. And sometimes the inspiration come...
Cherish You in Poetry is the Window to the Soul...
And sometimes the inspiration comes from old lines in the written poems of my heart.. “Cherish You” I lay here wanting Wondering Puzzling about inside my head How it is I managed you Outfought th...
