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phoebe kate
15 December 2008 @ 07:55 pm

she slips in and out of private eyes, in search of something hidden

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phoebe kate
Behold... My Future
  I will marry Rowan in the corner.  
  After a wild honeymoon, We will settle down in spain in our fabulous Apartment.  
  We will have 5 kid(s) together.  
  Our family will zoom around in a burgandy limo.
  I will spend my days as a stripper, and live happily ever after.  
whats your future
phoebe kate
08 June 2008 @ 01:19 pm

what i am to you is not real.

summer nights chill me to the very core. to my insides, all stitched and impaled. i do not cope well with happiness, with sunshine. bring on the rain. and yet, the company i keep are oozing sunshine, they sparkle and shine - they are warmth. it’s cold without you. i am cold without you. there are moments in the autumn that i am truly content in my being. i stop and pause and smile, because there is nothing else that could even come close to expressing the everything that is that moment. i am content, but i am yet to feel infinite. and i fear i never will. winter brings silence, reflection, pause – a break in the monotony and a chance to be reborn. i feel as if i have died and lived a dozen times in this lifetime, each time different to the last. i am grateful for that, but i am scared for what the next turn brings. spring ricochets in with a breath of new life. for me it means change. another chance, another moment. but the dull ache of summer still pulls at my bones. || the metaphors spill as easily as oxygen from my lips (in out in out) but they’re silent against the constant babble of living. i am not ashamed of who i am or what i could be, but trust me, you won’t understand. it is far easier to let them fall, unheard against broken streets than to explain in a rushed apology of notquitesorry’s. i can’t stop who i am, but i can quieten myself until rain falls and silence crawls like a welcome lover through open windows and into my heart. it is in these moments that i understand what it is like to be me. and when the rain stops, and the puddles fade away, i am learning to remember the smell. it is enough for now. enough for always


Last night the rain was thudding down and I think I came alive. I wrote and wrote and wrote and wrote, and I don't know what it all means but it is there. And then, when words failed me, a created; dull artworks set to the tone of damien rice and the aura of the rain. I smiled last night. I was free last night.

I'm glad.

And now, in case anyone is interested - a poem, that I haven't decided if I like.

On second thoughts, I don't like it. But I won't change it because I'm far too lazy and the moment is gone.