Raw Authentic Emotion 💭

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For most of you, this might just look like another blog. To me, this is my heart and soul. Speaking Raw, Authentic Emotion is tough and that’s what this blog is all about.
Somedays it can be hard for me to express all my thoughts and feelings through my voice. Sometimes, I don’t want to express these feelings aloud, so I turn my pen to paper and it all flows out. Some poems take me a week to write, some take me 10 minutes, and others never get finished, no matter how wonderful the idea was. If the Raw Authentic Emotion isn’t there, then it never escapes the walls of my leather bound book. I welcome you into my mind, you are in for one f*cked up journey. If this blog is any good, I will have you crying, laughing and pondering with every published post.

 

Raw Authentic Emotion 💭

Unstoppable

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[Photo is not my own, artist : Bella Harris. ‘Click Here‘ for link to more of her art.]

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I just want to sit still and
Watch the world turn around
People pass but nobody notices
The girl stopped dead in her tracks
Quiet
Watching the world turn
Until it all stops

Please stop

Stop breaking me down
It’s getting hard to get back up
Like a baby bird
I’m a victim to the touch
An angel who can’t fly
Surrounded by the nonesuch
The tears crowd my eyes

Please stop

Unstoppable

Dancing with the stars


[Image is not my own, for original photo content click here‘.] 

I find glamour in the darkness

When I look to the sky 

And see the stars gleaming 

They teach me how to dance 

When they fall

They fall like rain drops 

When I dance 

They feel like fireworks 

Dancing with the stars

Revival


Revive my mind with this pencil
Revive my heart with your touch
Revive my soul with some passion
Passion for creating
Passion for our family
Passion for you

Revival

King of Hearts

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[The photo above is not my own, for original photo content please ‘click here‘.]

 

We move together in slow, synchronized movements,

Intertwined between the pores of your bare skin.

Your sweat drips onto my breast,

Soaking you up.

As I become more like you,

And you become more like me,

We understand each others memories.

We understand each others pain.

Three years have gone by,

Counting my blessings every time,

I wake up to you by my side –

Protecting me.

Every time you lay intwined with me,

My skin soaks in your aura.

You are my only desire,

I can’t get you out of my head.

I love you to the moon and back,

My handsome man,

Sometimes life deals you miracles,

Iv’e been dealt the god damn king.

 

Ps. Happy Birthday baby, don’t ever change.

M.M. + J.D. = Forever 

King of Hearts

Skeletal Beauty

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[I do not own the rights to the photo above, ‘click here‘ for original content].

 

They tell me I’m beautiful.

They say,

“I am so jealous of your legs”.

 

They don’t know,

It scares me,

They never brush against each other.

 

They tell me I’m lucky.

They say,

“You are so tall”.

 

They don’t know,

I was made to be taller

but my back,

It’s broke.

 

They tell me I look like a model.

They say,

“You are so skinny”.

 

They don’t know,

I feel so weak,

I tremble and shake.

 

For goodness sake,

I’m skin and bones and wide awake.

 

Skeletal Beauty

Hiding Behind a Face

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[I do not own any rights to the photo above, ‘click here‘ for link to art.]

 

No-one knows me,

I’m hiding behind a face.

Faking emotions on a daily base.

smiling, why thank you!

Laughing, oh Sir.

Sitting here writing this f*cking poetry blurb.

Can you not see through these eyes?

Can you not see through my deep blue lurk?

I question you,

Have you had nice day?

And then you yell,

Please look this way,

“I’ll pray for you with all my faith!”

 

Hiding Behind a Face

Hopeless Romantic X Practical Realist

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[Art by James Muir]

[I will never give up on my man simply because he doesn’t live up to my unrealistic fantasies, look closely and I can see a man who works hard to give his family everything they need and I can see a man who loves me beyond words.]

 

My love, will you watch the sunset with me by the ocean?

Baby girl, it’s cold outside tonight.

Will you play me a song that you love?

I can’t think of any at the moment, I’m sorry.

Will you kiss me in the rain until our lips turn blue?

Why don’t we just stay inside where it’s warm?

Will you walk with me until the souls of our feet bleed?

You know I don’t like to go for pointless walks.

Will you marry me on the beach, in the summer, somewhere hot?

I would marry you right here and now.

Darling, will you love me forever?

Baby, I will love you forever more.

Hopeless Romantic X Practical Realist

Angels vs Devils

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Above is the devil,

It’s trapped in mind.

Screaming at me,

‘Have a miserable time’.

Below is my shadow,

trapped to my side.

Desperately trying,

to flee from her crime.

I look to the sky

And I ask myself this,

Must I question the angels?

Or answer to death?

Angels vs Devils

Concentrate

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Concentrate,

You weren’t put here to die.

Concentrate,

You weren’t put here to fly.

Concentrate and listen close,

The wind will whisper your fate,

Guided by the ghosts.

Concentrate and don’t let go,

The leaves with dance with hate.

Your mind is a powerful place.

This, they already know.

They count on murder,

They count on hate.

They run this world,

No pearly gates.

Except for the angels,

You can hear them singing in fear.

For the lives that were taken to settle a score.

For the lives that were taken to cover up more.

Concentrate,

Don’t be fooled.

You’re an angel in the dark

A secret weapon,

To destroy the patriarch.

Concentrate

Anxiety

IMG_2592.JPGSomeday you have to realize,

Baby ain’t got nothing but the same old lies.

I’ve got the questions in my mind.

Asking you straight up,

getting the same lines.

Every day im running ’round the block,

Counting the minutes on every wall clock.

Stop watch,

Stop time,

Bring you back to me.

Travel the world,

We still have so much to see.

Our little girl, yes she worships you.

Baby please come home.

Make our dreams come true.

You’re like the rubber to my glue,

Everything you do,

I worship you too.

My apologies for my anxiety.

Questioning our love,

Baby don’t you see?

There’s nothing wrong with you

Anxiety took control of me.

Anxiety