Lovely Thing.

Who holds me now? Now that I have grown No more wombs for comfort No more milk to strengthen me   To age is a lovely, lovely thing.   But to age can be a tragic.. Where time ticks, uncontrollably As  one  tries  to  balance  with  time They  often  loose  sight  of  themselves.   Anxiety.…

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Repetition.

“I’m sorry” “I’m sorry” “I’m sorry”   The more you repeat words the less meaning they hold. We’ve been here before, this exact situation.   “I love you” “I love you” “I love you”   Is “love” really “love”, if actions don’t accompany it? Some words can be abused, even those as sacred   as…

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Twisted: A Visual.

An urban photo shoot with Edi Alić.   How do I feel?  Twisted and bizarre Like blood stained walls and hungry animals preying on decayed carcasses.                     What do you feel? Scared and shaken As I think of ways my mouth can devour you whole.  …

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Love I want.

I want a strong love.   The type of love that you love me and I love you and we both love loving each other.   I want a fearless love.   The type of love the shakes us breaks us yet, strengthens us with time.   I want your love.   Taken from the…

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Searching.

I am standing, tall and lost,   searching searching, searching,   for something . Searching; until “search” lost its meaning.   Searching, for meaning. Have you ever just watched people in a location and thought to yourself; “I have no idea what I am doing here.”?     ©aishaadams2018 Pinterest Photo

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