I'm trying to recall the poem la belle dam sans merci... i want to be in the image.. you know the one with the woman in rose leaning on a white horse toward the awestruck knight. I've always felt that he looks like an angel, maybe it is the look of devotion that the artist conveys that makes me feel the way i do when i look at this image. I will ( Read more... )

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My guilt makes me sick

Control leaves me empty.
I wilt with the reins at hand
Care not,
want not-
Yet desire fuels me
cheers me on
mine.

Twisted to un recognition
dreams loose their sparkle
Monstrous ambition takes hand,
and mind,
heart...
weakened to a whisper.

Control leaves me empty
yet i drive on.

I have been thinking a lot about him latley. and it makes we wonder what would have.. could have.. if only. and all that business. I have the painting i did after our demise above my bed; yes the same bed i sleep in with my current lover. I drempt that he had bleached his hair. All i saw was the back of his head. He is still afraid to face me. Is ( Read more... )

.Brand Me.