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I based this avatar off a poem (if you can call it that, I'm no poet) that I wrote years ago.
You see, For most of the years of my life, I was longing for something. For a boy I loved with all my heart, and still do. Longing, suffering, resigned to the fact that I was the only one that cared. Turns out I wasn't, but that's beside the fact. This was written in that dark period. Over 20 years of never knowing, yet wishing.....
On the outside, looking in when I could, and that wasn't very often.Wanting it to be all I wanted. Longing to have all I wished for... Looking out the window at a full moon, thinking, exhausted but sleepless, dreaming awake, wondering if he could somehow feel me out there... a fantasy that no one but me will probably ever understand... but to those that do.....
I call the avatar "she's fragile"
and here's the poem.
Fragility
...and in the twilight,
just before the kiss of night,
she would softly tap on the glass
and call to him...
"Are you there, My Beloved ?"
...and he would breathe her name
against the panes of memory,
and whisper his secrets to her,
tiny flames of remembrance without
a true home;
no cognizance sifting, except his voice...
...and she would stop,
and listen to the beatings of her heart
and be conscious of her rhythms and his gaze...
...for these were the lessons taught,
the light brushings of ghostly fingers
and suede lip lullabies;
some gifts are only prized by those
who can behold the night sky,
and share the wonderment of ageless heavens...
"Dream well, Precious Creature"
...and he would growl and tease her with his teeth...
tandem longing and slow, slow gossamer words;
awake in a land of haunted breezes
and fragility...
 AllisonWundrland · Tue Jan 31, 2012 @ 08:19am · 0 Comments |
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I'm beaten down again, I belong to them, I'm beaten down again.. I failed you
AllisonWundrland · Tue Jan 31, 2012 @ 07:59am · 0 Comments |
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