Memoirs of a Musician
Kara Elizabeth | 18 | artist | barista | in love with love

She stood in the road
Miles from home
With a wound gaping open on her side
And tear stained love letters in her hand
They bore your signature
Winds whispered empty promises
That knocked her off her feet
She lay in the snow
Cold but too fearful to make it to her feet again
Creatures of the woods cautiously wander
Towards the fallen girl
They sniff, nip, chew
Eating away at her
Slowly
She gives way to her weary soul
Drifting away
Left alone

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

He sang a sweet song
And painted a picture
Of a melody I wanted to hear
And a person I needed to see

But when the curtain fell
And I saw the Oz behind the work
I didn’t know how someone so small
Could imagine someone so great

from you i can’t be away

i wish you’d disobey

my wishes for one last time

and ask me to stay

i sing to myself

happy little tunes

in a minor key

so i can know that even the most heartbreaking sounds

can be turned into a smile

i know what i ought to do

and i do it to be right

but ive never felt this unholy

i never guessed these possibilities

i let myself mourn our love

i let my tears fall for a while

until i can pick myself up

and walk on

to a new destiny

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

i was the final wisp of smoke

that floated out of your cigarette

you were the poison in my lungs

tasting so sweet on my tongue

you melt in my mouth like a snowflake

i fell through your fingers like sand

teasing the betweens of your fingers

and falling towards your ground

and my sky

Sunday, October 14, 2012
Thursday, July 12, 2012

I held my breath

Hoping I wouldn’t have to let this go

But when I blinked

It was gone.

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

i feel like ive lost all inspiration. i apologize for the lack of posts…

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Famous Novelists on Symbolism in Their Work and Whether It Was Intentional

get-scribbling:

I found this interesting, as I’ve always been curious. Still can’t tell if English teachers are crazy, though.

Saturday, June 16, 2012
"People are capable, at any time in their lives, of doing what they dream of."
Paulo Coelho (via aquaticwonder)

At ANY time in their life.

"Just when the caterpillar thought the world was over, it became a butterfly."
Aaron Outward (via everything was beautiful)
Friday, June 15, 2012

Let’s get married in a library
so we can be among all the other great love stories
But not a bookstore because the books never come back.
And I will
always.
always.
always.
return.

Wednesday, June 13, 2012
 
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