stitches of fire.

Our weathered broken bones
Rattle with each heart beat
What is it you want to say
Before it all crumbles

I remember when you ripped open the sky
And let the stars rain down
Shining over heavy heads
Bursting with magnetic light

This time I’lltake your side
Just promise youll be mine
In threads of woven flesh
And stitches of fire

H_______rk___m__l

we still believe in love, so fuck you.

lately, I've immersed myself in music by a band named Elbow. i stumbled across their music last year by chance, and am still in the process of exploring their records.
their one song, Fugitive Motel, captured me instantly!
their creativity with distortion, orchestral decorations, and electronic effects creates a story-like sound.
check them out if you can!

"...I am the master of my fate. I am the captain of my soul." Nelson Mandela (Invictus)

I do believe in fate; however, I also believe in the power of choice.

don't smoke in bed.

one of my faves, ms Nina Simone.

turn on the light.

my head's going back and forth
from shaking the world off
and these ripped up floor boards
is when i broke through the chains

i'll fly through that window
and hold your smiling face
illuminating the heavy night
with nothing else but warm sunlight

___----H.

eyepennies.

"The tortured artist myth is rampant. People paint me as some kind of black witchcraft-practising devil from hell, that I have to be twisted and dark to do what I am doing. It's a load of rubbish". -pj harvey.

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I don't know where I'm going
half aware of where I've been
with whistles shouting alarm calls
from the mistakes I've stepped upon
remedy the noise of panic
with the calls of angels
for soon my friends
it will be long enough
h___ark_a__ma l

late september, october, november, december

siiiick track: My Beautiful Leah - PJ Harvey

preserved in passion.

a memento from a stranger opened the door to another me. tatters, tears and stitches ignited a spark of ambition and trust. two minds set their brilliance free into a final destination unknown. their words were spoken through their art portraying the "now" of their lives. the destination, held by friendship, proved exciting and exhilarating. the past merged with the present, creating the future.

har k am al

theyoutharestartingtochange.

timbre.

slammed doors
voices inching through floors
buzzing mercilessly round my head
and i can't take no more

pry my fingers
from the lost souls
tearing apart knowledge
seeking shelter from the storm

so goodnight
so goodnight