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Thursday, June 30, 2011
Prelude To A Dream
For all of you who don't already know, the last couple posts I have posted are mini chapters of a story. If you are interested in reading them {in order} here they are:
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Glitter
Have you ever fed a lover with just your hands?
Closed your eyes and trusted, just trusted?
Have you ever thrown a fist full of glitter in the air?
Have you ever looked fear in the face and said, "I just don't care"?
It's only half past the point of no return
The tip of the iceberg
The sun before the burn
The thunder before the lightning
The breath before the phrase
Have you ever felt this way?
Have you ever hated yourself for staring at the phone?
You're whole life waiting on the ring to prove you're not alone
Have you ever been touched so gently you had to cry?
Have you ever invited a stranger to come inside?
It's only half past the point of oblivion
The hourglass on the table
The walk before the run
The breath before the kiss
And the fear before the flames
Have you ever felt this way?
There you are, sitting in the garden
Clutching my coffee,
Calling me sugar
You called me sugar
Have you ever wished for an endless night?
Lassoed the moon and the stars and pulled that rope tight?
Have you ever held your breath and asked yourself will it ever get better than tonight?
Tonight
Have you ever thrown a fist full of glitter in the air?
Have you ever looked fear in the face and said, "I just don't care"?
It's only half past the point of no return
The tip of the iceberg
The sun before the burn
The thunder before the lightning
The breath before the phrase
Have you ever felt this way?
Have you ever hated yourself for staring at the phone?
You're whole life waiting on the ring to prove you're not alone
Have you ever been touched so gently you had to cry?
Have you ever invited a stranger to come inside?
It's only half past the point of oblivion
The hourglass on the table
The walk before the run
The breath before the kiss
And the fear before the flames
Have you ever felt this way?
There you are, sitting in the garden
Clutching my coffee,
Calling me sugar
You called me sugar
Have you ever wished for an endless night?
Lassoed the moon and the stars and pulled that rope tight?
Have you ever held your breath and asked yourself will it ever get better than tonight?
Tonight
{pink: glitter in the air}
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Scarlett
As he leaned in to speak, he was engulfed by the sweet aroma of her perfume. She smelled of a desert flower; a primrose. He watched as she lifted her delicate hand; motioning to the bartender. With a wink of an eye, two glasses of vintage Merlot sat before them. "I don't suppose you are offended that a woman such as myself, offered to buy you a drink", she suggested crossing her long, beautiful legs. "No. Just a little surprised" he replied. "Oh don't be silly", she laughed gently throwing her head back. "It is my pleasure." Again, the familiarity of her voice sent chills down his spine. "I hope you like red, because this is the finest Merlot in the Los Angeles area" she gushed; her playful eyes dancing.
"This is fine-I mean great" he stuttered, not able to concentrate on anything other than her. Secretly, he feared if he took his eyes off of her, she would disappear in a mist of illusion. He was memorized. Her neck; bare. Her lips the color of a crimson rose. Her breasts full. Every part of her revealed desire; a longing to be touched, caressed. His thoughts were soon interrupted when he heard her voice. "What is your name handsome?" "Damien. And you?" he asked, taking a sip of his wine. "Damien, that is a very sexy name", she replied holding her hand out, "It's been a pleasure meeting you. I'm Scarlett."
"Would you like to dance Damien?" she asked, twisting a strand of her thick red hair. "Dance?" he gasped, suddenly aware of the band that played in the background. "Scarlett, I'm not much of a dancer..." "Dance with me Damien," she demanded, smiling.
A few seconds later, he found himself on the dance floor with Scarlett. Her arms, wrapped around him; her head gently resting on his broad shoulder. Once again reminded of her scent. A desert flower; a primrose. "I've been watching you Damien. I see you all around town. What are you searching for?" she asked, wide-eyed; curious. "That's not any of you business, Scarlett. And what do you mean that you have been watching me?" he replied defensively, pulling away from her arms. His thoughts no longer that of desire.
"Damien, don't get angry. I was just implying that I have seen you around town. You always seem to be looking for something or someone." "And if I was, why would you care? You don't know anything about me Scarlett! Thank you for the wine, but it's getting late. See you around." He whispered, leaving her on the dance floor, alone.
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Black Magic
{I came across these roses today and I am utterly in love with them. They are breathtakingly gorgeous! The black tint is just amazing! They are called Black Magic Roses and Black Baccarra Roses}
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Home Inspiration: Black & White
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| {Living Room/Love the fireplace!} |
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| {Love the red roses on the bed stand} |
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| {Me, a glass of wine, and this bathroom=heaven} |
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| {I wish I could have this bed!} |
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| {What a gorgeous Kitchen!} |
Inner Tranquility
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{Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending}
Maria Robinson
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Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Live
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{Smile} it makes a world of a difference.
{Dance} who knows when you won't be able to.
{Cry} holding in those emotions are bad for you.
{Kiss} kisses are the most wonderful things in the world.
{Laugh} what's the point in hiding happiness?
{Frown} why not let them know you are unhappy/
{Apologize} you don't want to lose friends.
{Hug} there's no better feeling than being wrapped up close to someone you love.
{LIVE} because life is everything.
{quote: unknown}
{Dance} who knows when you won't be able to.
{Cry} holding in those emotions are bad for you.
{Kiss} kisses are the most wonderful things in the world.
{Laugh} what's the point in hiding happiness?
{Frown} why not let them know you are unhappy/
{Apologize} you don't want to lose friends.
{Hug} there's no better feeling than being wrapped up close to someone you love.
{LIVE} because life is everything.
{quote: unknown}
Monday, June 27, 2011
Late October
It's funny he thought, how pain could easily turn to rage; how a broken heart could become so jaded. He didn't want to admit it, but he detested the thought of her. He didn't deserve her absence; without reason, without explanation. The sweet, soft, melodic music he once played on her guitar turned aggressive; dark. He hated her, but loved her every being. Slowly, he found himself in a rhythmic trance of loathing; downing bottles of Tennessee whiskey.
Sleepless nights eventually turned to sleepless days and insomnia set it's toll. He continued searching, but her pretty face never graced the stage. Faith, was another funny thing he thought. Faith was for those who believed, and he no longer believed.
It was late October when things started to change. At first it was her fiery red hair that caught his eye; temporarily relieving him of the mediocrity to which he called his life. She was not her, but she was breathtaking. She had walked into the bar with such passion, that his solemn heart seemingly started beating once more. Careful not to stare, he began counting the drops of condensation that fell from his glass. Lifting a brow, he caught another glimpse of the mysterious woman before him.
Although he was certain he had never met her, she had a certain familiarity that sent chills up his spine. As she moved closer to him, he felt his cheeks grow warm with perspiration. Who was this woman, he thought to himself, as he took the last of his whiskey in one swift motion.
A moment later, he felt her slender fingers wrap around his broad shoulders. "Hey Stranger, can I buy you a drink", she nearly purred as she positioned her curvaceous body into the stool to the right of him.
Sleepless nights eventually turned to sleepless days and insomnia set it's toll. He continued searching, but her pretty face never graced the stage. Faith, was another funny thing he thought. Faith was for those who believed, and he no longer believed.
It was late October when things started to change. At first it was her fiery red hair that caught his eye; temporarily relieving him of the mediocrity to which he called his life. She was not her, but she was breathtaking. She had walked into the bar with such passion, that his solemn heart seemingly started beating once more. Careful not to stare, he began counting the drops of condensation that fell from his glass. Lifting a brow, he caught another glimpse of the mysterious woman before him.
Although he was certain he had never met her, she had a certain familiarity that sent chills up his spine. As she moved closer to him, he felt his cheeks grow warm with perspiration. Who was this woman, he thought to himself, as he took the last of his whiskey in one swift motion.
A moment later, he felt her slender fingers wrap around his broad shoulders. "Hey Stranger, can I buy you a drink", she nearly purred as she positioned her curvaceous body into the stool to the right of him.
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Sunday, June 26, 2011
What He Didn't Know...
What he doesn't know is that she changed her name. Her name was no longer Anna and she was certain that no one would be able to find her. She had a secret, and she was on the run. She hated to leave him like that; while he was asleep, dreaming. But she had no choice. They were after her, and she needed to protect herself. As she kissed him on the forehead, she silently wept; her heart breaking for her one true love.
Moments later, she found herself in a run down hotel room in the outskirts of the city. In her hand she carried a plastic bag that contained peroxide, a pair of shears, and ruby red lipstick. In disgust she sighed as she scanned her hotel room. The bed was unmade, displaying champagne colored sheets that she assumed had been white at some point. Holding her breath, she peeled the soiled sheets from the bed and threw them onto the floor.
Carefully, she made her way to the bathroom emptying the contents of the plastic bag into the sink. For a brief moment she stared at her reflection through the cracks of the mirror. The girl she saw was almost unrecognizable. Black eyeliner streamed down her face and her once rosy cheeks appeared pale; shallow. Slowly, she picked up the shears and began cutting the pieces of her identity; watching as they fell to the floor.
Moments later, she found herself in a run down hotel room in the outskirts of the city. In her hand she carried a plastic bag that contained peroxide, a pair of shears, and ruby red lipstick. In disgust she sighed as she scanned her hotel room. The bed was unmade, displaying champagne colored sheets that she assumed had been white at some point. Holding her breath, she peeled the soiled sheets from the bed and threw them onto the floor.
Carefully, she made her way to the bathroom emptying the contents of the plastic bag into the sink. For a brief moment she stared at her reflection through the cracks of the mirror. The girl she saw was almost unrecognizable. Black eyeliner streamed down her face and her once rosy cheeks appeared pale; shallow. Slowly, she picked up the shears and began cutting the pieces of her identity; watching as they fell to the floor.
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Love & Pain
{The greater the capacity to love, the greater your capacity to feel pain.}
Jennifer Aniston
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Come Find Me
It had been years since the last time he saw her. Often he would lay awake, staring at the ceiling, wondering how even the police failed to deliever any kind of worth while evidence. Tile by tile, he counted, until his eyes could no longer stay open. But sleep in itself scared him. Her pressence would become so surreal that he would wake trembling in a cold sweat. She haunted him, pressing her lips to his forehead, whispering "come find me". But before he could ask where, she would fade to black. Every night he had the same dream. Tonight, however, the dream was different.
Her once blue eyes had become tarnished as if they had lost some of their luster. She was changing, and he couldn't understand why. Trying to seek some sort of solace, he escaped to his porch that overlooked the city. Methodically he counted the passing cars, listening to Los Angeles soundtrack. In the distance he heard sirens and young teenage girls giggling about the boys they had met at the club. He tried to remember what it was like to laugh; to smile. He couldn't recall the last time he had actually experienced joy. His work was suffering but art and music became his muse. As he stared at the lights, he picked up the guitar.
It was a black Les Paul that belonged to Anna. Gold script covered a better half of it, displaying the words "non sapranno mai". "They will never know", she had said smiling, taking a long pull of a beer. Her memory once again, haunting him. Upon lighting a Marlboro, he began strumming the guitar. The song he played, was hers. It was a song that she had wrote one summer evening after they had made love. He will never forget the way she looked, illuminated by the candlelight; her guitar covering her breasts. Her voice and acoustics pristine...
Her once blue eyes had become tarnished as if they had lost some of their luster. She was changing, and he couldn't understand why. Trying to seek some sort of solace, he escaped to his porch that overlooked the city. Methodically he counted the passing cars, listening to Los Angeles soundtrack. In the distance he heard sirens and young teenage girls giggling about the boys they had met at the club. He tried to remember what it was like to laugh; to smile. He couldn't recall the last time he had actually experienced joy. His work was suffering but art and music became his muse. As he stared at the lights, he picked up the guitar.
It was a black Les Paul that belonged to Anna. Gold script covered a better half of it, displaying the words "non sapranno mai". "They will never know", she had said smiling, taking a long pull of a beer. Her memory once again, haunting him. Upon lighting a Marlboro, he began strumming the guitar. The song he played, was hers. It was a song that she had wrote one summer evening after they had made love. He will never forget the way she looked, illuminated by the candlelight; her guitar covering her breasts. Her voice and acoustics pristine...
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Anna
Her name was Anna and he had been searching for her for years. Her memory still very much engraved deep within his own; their hearts still beating as one. She was undeniably beautiful. The kind of beauty that can make a grown man fall to his knees in admiration. Her dark brown hair cascaded down her shoulders, often covering her ice blue eyes. Seductively she would stare deep into his soul, piercing his heart; captivation merely an understatement. Anna was her name, and he had been searching for her for years.
Their history was complicated. She had disappeared without notice; failed to warn him of the heartbreak that would soon follow. He had awoken his arms no longer around her slender body, the bed still warm from where she had lovingly positioned herself close to him. The sweet smell of vanilla and lavender lingering on her silk pillowcase. At first he had imagined it as a dream, that in the morning he would be greeted by her warm smile and intoxicating eyes. That he would wrap his body around her smooth, soft skin and make love to her. But her absence was all to real, she had left. She was gone.
He remembered searching for her; walking the dark streets of Los Angeles downing dark lagers at all her favorite bars hoping she would emerge on stage. If her beauty was not enough, she had a voice that could serenade a cobra. She aspired to be a star from the moment she sat on that wooden stool behind the microphone. Adourned in a black and ruby corset, fishnet stockings, and black pumps she sat; the heavy spotlight on her. When she sang, her audiences fell into trance; her kohl rimmed eyes staring deep into theirs.
Their history was complicated. She had disappeared without notice; failed to warn him of the heartbreak that would soon follow. He had awoken his arms no longer around her slender body, the bed still warm from where she had lovingly positioned herself close to him. The sweet smell of vanilla and lavender lingering on her silk pillowcase. At first he had imagined it as a dream, that in the morning he would be greeted by her warm smile and intoxicating eyes. That he would wrap his body around her smooth, soft skin and make love to her. But her absence was all to real, she had left. She was gone.
He remembered searching for her; walking the dark streets of Los Angeles downing dark lagers at all her favorite bars hoping she would emerge on stage. If her beauty was not enough, she had a voice that could serenade a cobra. She aspired to be a star from the moment she sat on that wooden stool behind the microphone. Adourned in a black and ruby corset, fishnet stockings, and black pumps she sat; the heavy spotlight on her. When she sang, her audiences fell into trance; her kohl rimmed eyes staring deep into theirs.
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Friday, June 24, 2011
Fire Bomb
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{I just want to set you on fire
so I don't have to burn alone
Then you'll know where I am coming from
Fire Bomb}
{Rihanna.fire bomb}
Crystal Ball
Drinking wine and thinking bliss, is on the other side of this
I just need a compass and a willing accomplice
All my doubts that fill my head cascading up and down again
Up and down and round again, down and up and down again.
Oh, I've had my chances and I've taken them all.
Just to end up right back here on the floor.
To end up right back here in on the floor.
Pennies in a well, a million dollars in the fountain of a hotel.
Fortune teller that says maybe you will go to hell.
But I'm not scared at all...hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm
The cracks in the crystal, the cracks in the crystal ball.
Sometimes you think everything is wrapped inside a diamond ring
Love just needs a witness and a little forgiveness
And a halo of patience and a less sporadic pace and
I'm learning to be brave in my beautiful mistakes.
Oh I've felt that fire and I've been burned
But I wouldn't trade the pain for what I've learned
I wouldn't trade the pain for what I've learned.
Pennies in a well, a million dollars in the fountain of a hotel.
Fortune teller that says maybe you will go to hell.
But I'm not scared at all...hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm
Of the cracks in the crystal, the cracks in the crystal ball.
Irony, irony, this hate and love, hate and love
What it does to me, what it's done to me.
I just need a compass and a willing accomplice
All my doubts that fill my head cascading up and down again
Up and down and round again, down and up and down again.
Oh, I've had my chances and I've taken them all.
Just to end up right back here on the floor.
To end up right back here in on the floor.
Pennies in a well, a million dollars in the fountain of a hotel.
Fortune teller that says maybe you will go to hell.
But I'm not scared at all...hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm
The cracks in the crystal, the cracks in the crystal ball.
Sometimes you think everything is wrapped inside a diamond ring
Love just needs a witness and a little forgiveness
And a halo of patience and a less sporadic pace and
I'm learning to be brave in my beautiful mistakes.
Oh I've felt that fire and I've been burned
But I wouldn't trade the pain for what I've learned
I wouldn't trade the pain for what I've learned.
Pennies in a well, a million dollars in the fountain of a hotel.
Fortune teller that says maybe you will go to hell.
But I'm not scared at all...hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm
Of the cracks in the crystal, the cracks in the crystal ball.
Irony, irony, this hate and love, hate and love
What it does to me, what it's done to me.
What is done...done
{pink: crystal ball}
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Thursday, June 23, 2011
Looking Glass Self
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At times I feel as though I am drowning in mediocrity; simple in a rather complex world. My looks plain; my style bleak. As women it is easy to compare, to wonder what it would be like to be her. It's easy to say that one shall not measure an others success with her own yet it remains a rather daunting task. I have often wondered what it would be like to step outside of my own body to see what others see; feel what others feel. The life of a stubborn perfectionist at times can be utterly exhausting. How do we stop the mind from wandering into unbridled territory? I often daydream of being someone else. I long to be the girl with the beguiling personality equipped with an intoxicating demeanor that captivates her audiences. Is she real? Or does she stare back at me upon first glance of a dusty mirror...
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
In the Spotlight: Megan Fox
{we will all laugh at gilded butterflies}
{There once was a little girl who never knew love until a boy broke her heart}
All photos retrieved from: elle.com
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
So I Kinda Miss Y'all
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{where would be without our friends?}
{I miss}
the laughter
the private jokes
code names for boys
cocktail hour
girl talk
the tears
the heart to hearts
the confessions
shopping
concerts
hanging out in our pjs
going out and causing trouble
summertime
mending eachothers broken hearts
the acceptance
the love
the moments that will forever be in our memory
Birthday parties
late night swimming
road trips
beer
singing as loud as we can
silly texts
the photographs
the jello shots
walking home from the bar
"puppy plops"
late night convos
the strip clubs
Brown's seafood
{Love and miss you all!}
Excerpts & Confessions of an Unpublished Writer VIII
For a brief moment, neither of them spoke as they stared into each others eyes; studying every move; every facial expression. Although she opened her mouth to speak, words seized to follow. There he was; his tall, muscular body blocking her pathway. Why? She asked herself, why is he here? As if he could read her mind, he spoke “I came up to see her.” “See her?” she replied angrily. “You know how she feels about you Vinnie! You promised me that you would leave her alone! Where is she anyway? She asked as her eyes scanned the hotel room; searching.
“Cindy. Something happened.” At that, their eyes met. “What the hell are you talking about Vinnie,” she demanded, placing her hands on her hip. Although she attempted to be stern, her voice shook with concern. Effortlessly, she pushed his strong body aside and made her way into the hotel room. Shoes and random items of clothing covered the floor, the bed unmade. “Carrie!” she asked nervously, “Carrie, where are you!” “Cindy”, he pleaded, “please listen to me. Something has happened.”
Suddenly fear encompassed her body, and she began to tremble. “Is she ok? What do you mean something has happened?” “You may want to sit down”-he started. Ignoring his plea, she walked to the balcony and that’s when she saw her. Gasping in horror, she began to cry, clutching her stomach that twisted in agony. There she was, her pale blue dress clinging to her lifeless body. She watched as the waves rolled over her body, pulling her to shore.
Perspiration like rain, drizzled down his face as he moved towards Cindy. His heart, beating in rapid succession. “Cindy”, he muttered. “Please listen to me.” At the sound of his voice, her lip curled in a snarl. “What did you do Vinnie?” she yelled. “What the hell did you do?!” Surprised, he pressed forward moving closer to her reaching for her arm. “Please Cindy, just listen!” “Get your hand off of me Vinnie!” she replied protectively. “I swear to God, if you touched her” she moaned, tears streaming down her face. “I didn’t do anything!” he yelled back, dodging her balled up fists that delivered blows to his abdomen. “She jumped Cindy, she jumped!”
“Cindy. Something happened.” At that, their eyes met. “What the hell are you talking about Vinnie,” she demanded, placing her hands on her hip. Although she attempted to be stern, her voice shook with concern. Effortlessly, she pushed his strong body aside and made her way into the hotel room. Shoes and random items of clothing covered the floor, the bed unmade. “Carrie!” she asked nervously, “Carrie, where are you!” “Cindy”, he pleaded, “please listen to me. Something has happened.”
Suddenly fear encompassed her body, and she began to tremble. “Is she ok? What do you mean something has happened?” “You may want to sit down”-he started. Ignoring his plea, she walked to the balcony and that’s when she saw her. Gasping in horror, she began to cry, clutching her stomach that twisted in agony. There she was, her pale blue dress clinging to her lifeless body. She watched as the waves rolled over her body, pulling her to shore.
Perspiration like rain, drizzled down his face as he moved towards Cindy. His heart, beating in rapid succession. “Cindy”, he muttered. “Please listen to me.” At the sound of his voice, her lip curled in a snarl. “What did you do Vinnie?” she yelled. “What the hell did you do?!” Surprised, he pressed forward moving closer to her reaching for her arm. “Please Cindy, just listen!” “Get your hand off of me Vinnie!” she replied protectively. “I swear to God, if you touched her” she moaned, tears streaming down her face. “I didn’t do anything!” he yelled back, dodging her balled up fists that delivered blows to his abdomen. “She jumped Cindy, she jumped!”
Monday, June 20, 2011
In The Spotlight: Rachel McAdams
{"She can do anything, and she can play anything. She's a dynamo, but she's also soft. She can be bitchy but also light. She can do serious dram; she can do comedy. She has a lot of things going on, which makes her absolutely captivating." }
Diane Keaton
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| {Photographed by Alexei Hay} |
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| {Sleeveless velvet dress with one shoulder drape, Giorgi Armani} |
{She's the most beguiling of personality types. The shy exhibitionist. The bashful streaker."}
Tom Shone
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Friday, June 17, 2011
Words of Wisdom for Friday
{The fantasy is simple. Pleasure is good, and twice as much pleasure is better. The pain is bad and no pain is better. But the reality is different. The reality is that pain is there to tell us something, and there's only so much pleasure we can take without getting a stomach ache. And maybe that's okay. Maybe some fantasies are only supposed to live in our dreams.}
{Meredith Grey: Grey's Anatomy}
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