The Lines of Sight

Bad Dating (part… I can’t recall): The one that wasn’t so bad after all

bombshel — Sat, 13 Apr 2013 02:46:05 +0000

I will not call him “the one that got away” because I pushed him there. He was great, but not ready for a commitment, with me. Why? Well, I did not give him a single reason to consider sticking around as I couldn’t keep my crazy on lock down.

Tis true, and I’m not afraid nor ashamed to admit it, now…I was the cause of the demise of the relationship- not him. Then, of course I would have suggested that he was at fault, and did in countless poems/rants (I am sorry).

Truth is, I was too insecure, immature and incapable of understanding that his world didn’t revolve around me. Not incapable, really; I just refused to. I was selfish and stubborn to an obvious fault. I attacked him from every angle, like that would really make him want to stick around, right? Hell no! He didn’t have time for that shit; he didn’t deserve it either.

A relationship is built on trust, on respect and understanding. I didn’t trust, respect or understand him enough for him to stay. I didn’t trust, respect or understand myself (and what I wanted) to be the woman he needed.

Past Lines

bombshel — Tue, 09 Apr 2013 12:38:32 +0000

My daydreams rupture
into poems of the past,
those odes of Woolf, of Plath

who rejected fem norms
to purge callous recitations,
bare their hearts in ink.

Desperate sellers of dreams
trading lines for breath
to exist beyond loosed bindings

and all while still expected
to be functional women,
despite their lyrical penes.

(Fund)Raising Breast Cancer Awareness

bombshel — Thu, 04 Apr 2013 03:57:34 +0000

Calling all FRIENDS. FAMILY. ENEMIES & STRANGERS! It’s time we all join together in the fight to save the tatas! Come out to The 19th Hole on April 12, 2013 to show your support while rocking out to some great tunes and snagging groovy merch. All proceeds from the day will be donated to Jaymi’s journey in the Avon Walk.

Who’s Jaymi? Well, she is co-founder and eldest daughter of the inspiration behind The Della Nation Foundation. In 2011 The Della Nation Foundation was formed by Della Adams’ daughters, Nikki & Jaymi to honor her fight with Breast Cancer, which she lost at the young age of 44 in 1999. Jaymi will be walking 39.3 miles on April 20th & 21st in the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer. So, in short, Jaymi is bad-ass and deserves our support!!

Texas recording artist, Placid Blue, who are big supporters of The Della Nation Foundation, will be headlining the event, along with Cody Land and more. There will be Auction Items, Merchandise, and a opportunity to donate to the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer.

Come on already. Let’s show how much we love boobies!!!

On How to Start a Fire

bombshel — Wed, 03 Apr 2013 14:12:46 +0000

Truths hidden grow toxic in the dark,
and when rocked- even nudged
cause friction enough to fuel a fire

So, when revealed, the lie ignites,
rages wild. Stressed, fright builds
until the heart, engulfed, finally breaks.

Tempted

bombshel — Thu, 14 Mar 2013 13:00:08 +0000

Enslaved by thoughts of reconciliation,
just once, and then, by break of dawn’s light- gone again.
All is forgotten; a vague memory? Did it even happen?
Retreat back to respective ends of the earth, as friends
Actions go unnoticed, until the circle comes full again.

So Long

bombshel — Tue, 12 Mar 2013 15:56:09 +0000

I don’t miss you like I used to
and I won’t write to say I’m sorry
for the way I can feel no longer.

It’s not easy getting stronger,
growing older, moving onward-
but it has to be done.

So I’m gone; so long.
I’ve moved on to find someone
with whom my heart belongs

like you belong to the One
who revoked your breathe
and finally led you home.

-I envy you no more

That’s Just Like You

bombshel — Tue, 19 Feb 2013 18:28:23 +0000

Do you still listen to my heart
or has your own iced over?
Do you meddle through my words
or have you even once recalled me?
Can you? Would you want to?
You left me here to carry on
while your skin crumbled.
You left me holding on
while your breath, extinguished,
made you, well,
one with heaven or one with hell?
I will never know that truth-
where you did go
when your soul was vanquished
with the multitudes of spirits
just like you.

When the Heart Speaks

bombshel — Wed, 13 Feb 2013 15:15:54 +0000

My dear, I ask you to be silent
I need but a moment of your time.

My body has a story to tell-
of fondness, of love so sweet.

So just listen as my heart speaks
because it beats only for you.

Final Love, Eternal

bombshel — Wed, 13 Feb 2013 14:56:02 +0000

I haven’t heart left to fail now,
long since buried my fear,
and have overcome doubt.
I have only hope for a future-
I have left no easy way out.

I want no way out at all, in fact.
To remain forever unchanged-
to stay exactly this way
with you, in this place
is more than I can ever want.

Where so many times before
my adoration has worn,
my patience has played out.
Yet, here, after nearly a year has lapsed
my love for you has not faded.

Daily, my love for you grows.
My heart beats for you, alone.
Your arms are my shelter, where I belong-
where you are is where I want to be.
Your heart, my love, is my home.

Radiation

bombshel — Fri, 08 Feb 2013 16:45:27 +0000

His response, nonchalant-
just another casual statement
from his usual repertoire.
“More things have come undone”
he said, in his unnervingly quiet tone.

She swallowed, hard and again
limbs trembling under the weight
of his disturbingly calm words.
“We’re going through this together.”
Yet he alone will endure the pain.