I like to remember things my own way. how i remembered them, not necessarily the way they happened. I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. My DeLicioUs ambiguity.
... my other garden ;)
About Me
- Irma
- I'm not a graceful person. I'm not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2AM, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don't belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn't happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don't see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.
Sunday, May 24, 2015
It's not a writer's block, it's Retail Therapy babeeyy
... may be jusz a writer's block for anything long and wordy ;-)
... or may be it's jusz about my Tumblr fever, tryin' to be brief and (still) relevant
... or possibly, uhhmmm, jusz me under my regular therapy ;-)
Saturday, May 9, 2015
**bullish*
April showers bring May flowers.
That is what they say.
But if all the showers turned into flowers,
We'd have quite a colourful day!
They'd be bluebells and cockleshells,
Tulips red and green,
Daffodils and Chinese squill,
The brightest you've ever seen.
Tulips red and green,
Daffodils and Chinese squill,
The brightest you've ever seen.
You'd see tiger lilies and water lilies,
Carnations pink and blue,
Forget-me-not and small sundrop
Glistening with the dew.
Carnations pink and blue,
Forget-me-not and small sundrop
Glistening with the dew.
We'd have fireweed and milkweed
And many more different flowers.
Mexican star and shooting star,
Falling in the showers.
And many more different flowers.
Mexican star and shooting star,
Falling in the showers.
And if all the showers turned into flowers
On that rainy April day,
Would all the flowers turn into showers
In the sunny month of May?
On that rainy April day,
Would all the flowers turn into showers
In the sunny month of May?
Thursday, May 7, 2015
Wednesday, May 6, 2015
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