A Garden Planted in Her Name

Wildflowers

The flower offered of itself, And eloquently spoke
Of Gods, In languages of rainbows
Perfumes, And secret silence…

~Phillip Pulfrey, from Love, Abstraction and other Speculations~

Wildflowers bloom and perfume a sunny afternoon.

Picnic blanket spread over freshly mowed grass.

Lovers lie next to each other.

A ring of flowers adorns her hair.

He reaches for her, touches her cheek.

She rolls over, kisses his lips.

Passion awakens with each caress.

They make love by the garden he planted in her name.

He climaxes into her, and relaxes.

She drapes a purple bloom around his ear and chortles.

He kisses her breast, looks at her and grins.

There is a spirit in her eyes, the likes of which he’s never known.

He doesn’t ever want to stop touching her.

Without a word, she promises he never has to.

Savoring Your Want of Me (Part IV and End)

bed boy

The rate you fuck me is excruciatingly slow.

You look up at my face and smile at my impatience.

I bang my hands on your back, but you continue your momentum.

I cry, and you catch my tears with your lips.

You whisper, “hush,” then hasten your movements.

“I want you to feel where I’ve been,”  you breathe into my ear.

“Tomorrow.”

“And the next day,” you say.

As you release your essence into me.

You breathe your promise to me.

To do it…

Again.

And.

Again.

To never stop,

What we’ve begun…

Thursday Quote-Brian Andreas

Pieces

She left pieces of her life behind her everywhere she went. It’s easier to feel the sunlight without them, she said.

Brian Andreas, Story People: Selected Stories & Drawings of Brian Andreas

No words from me today. Instead, I’ll share words that my friends wrote about said quote. I hope my will to write will return. Soon….

“It’s easier to see the SUNSHINE without them”, she said.
What a brilliant statement about moving forward and letting the past go.
And as the sun shone through, each and every spot that
once was plugged by the no longer needed pieces,
she could bask in the essence of what she knew to be her calling.
The very core of what exemplified her true north….

She could, for the first time, in a long time, begin to see,
to hear, to feel and taste the seeds of where her growth had emanated from.

Like sparkles on the ground reflecting in the sun light.

The Appalachian Waltz-For Lisa and Tina

My dear Lisa asked me to write a story to her favorite song. She sent it to me about 20 minutes ago. It’s not a story but a verse, prose, or whatever you call it.

I included my Tina also. She’ll know why. I hope she will anyway.

Thank you Lisa. From the bottom of my heart. I love you. For so much. How will I ever repay you?

She’s seated

In the audience

Her gloved hands wrenched together

She can’t relax

Too many things, have changed

Too many lives, affected

The fall

It was like an avalanche

Taking her heart and

Other lives with it

The music swelled

In the low notes she felt the sorrow fill her soul

The auditorium is packed

But the song is played for her alone

The strings of the cello played like the beat of her heart

As the music faded

The lights dimmmed

Her hands settle

The tempo of her broken heart slowed

Healed

A lilt of smile returned to her lips

Applause came and then died

House lights were illuminated

She filed out of the theater

Alone, but with purpose

Peaceful Beauty, Raging Soul

Peaceful Beauty

“Everybody sees me as this sullen and insecure little thing. Those are just the sides of me that I feel necessary to show because no one else seems to be showing them.” Fiona Apple

My words calm her, and make her feel like I understand. Thing is, I don’t know her story. I don’t have to, because her story could be mine. Or yours. Just because she’s young, doesn’t mean that she’s carefree. She’s insecure, and unsure of her future.  She’s hopeful she’ll find her way. Find someone that will love her, for everything she is and isn’t. She wants to be normal; Better. Hell, don’t we all? I want to hold her, and assure her normal is merely a washing machine setting. I won’t tell you her name, though some of you may know her. Even if you don’t know her name, you will know her story. As much as I’ll share anyway.

Peaceful Beauty, Raging Soul

A knowing smile

Hides insecurity

Her tears

Beneath the surface

Her need to love

To be loved

She mourns her want

She’s stunning

But blind to it

Questions her worth

What is this desperation?

Her spirit wails

Listen, see, and accept me

Restore my soul

Ease my mind

Fulfill me

Kiss my lips

Stroke my cheek

Set me afire

I am precious

I am love

A Beautiful Blogger Award for Me? Why Thank You.

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I was nominated for the Beautiful Blogger Award by a sweet man named Benjamin at Expressions of My Life-An Evolution of Art. He and I have become fast friends over the gorgeous artwork, words, photos, and music that he posts. He makes the nicest comments on my silly posts and stories. He wows me with his work and I adore his candidness. I like a person that’s not afraid to say what they feel and feel what they say. I think I kinda do that myself.

Now, seven random bits about me:

1. I’m better friends with men than I am with women.
2. I love easily, but I’m very selfish.
3. I’d never written anything until January 4, 2012. I hated English when I was a kid. Hated school. ADHD.
4. I used to be morbidly obese.
5. I love pin up girls and I love wearing pin up style clothing.
6. My idol is Marilyn Monroe. I do believe her heart beats in my chest. I do.
7. If I could I’d have a 1/2 sleeve tattoo on the upper part of both arms. One of Jack Skellington on my left calf and Marilyn on the right thigh.

*Bonus (because I like to talk about myself): I’ve had the pleasure of being friends with some beautiful gothic princesses. I would give anything to be a tatted up goth. Every damn day for the rest of my life. It has less to do with being emo and the music. And more to do with an attitude and clothing.  Give me a tatted up pompadoured prince, or a tatted up Bettie Page look alike and I’m in Heaven. Giggle.

Next I nominate 7 others. My tastes are eclectic to say the least. Who knows what I’ll come up with. 🙂 Please check my fellow bloggers out. They deserve a follow or two. By the way, I have many favorites, but my absolute most favoritest ever is t from As Long as I’m Singing. Follow him. I swear you will not be sorry. His journal entries and fictional stories will move you like no other writer will. I know he’s going to kick my ass for the nomination and talking him up so much, but he should know by now I do whatever in the hell I want. Hahahahahahaha! Seriously, go follow him now.

As Long as I’m Singing

Palestine Rose

Edward Hotspur

Toe Mail

A Sexual Being

The Other Side of Ugly

Hasty Words

*Bonus nomination (because I do what I want!): BoomieBol

I could tell you why I nominated these fine bloggers but what’s the fun in that go see what their doing and give them so WP hugs!!!
Thank you and good night!! Ah hell, who am I kidding. I’ll be up half the fucking night writing and reading. (See Benjamin, I told you I’d say fuck at least once. Oops, I just said it twice. Giggle, snort!

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOX,

Sparkly Girl