For Her Blog by Dark Sapphire Eyes
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Dark Sapphire Eyes's blog: "For Her"

created on 09/19/2006  |
Infatuation is a strange thing. A bony creature thin with feeding on itself. It is addicted not to its subject, but to its own vain hunger And needs but a pretty face to fuel its rampant imagination. It's humid couch and sweaty palms. It's fleshy carpets ablaze with conquest. But when conquering is complete, the blood leaves its limbs and it becomes disenchanted. Disappointed even to the point of disgust with its subject, who sits then, like a hollow trunk, emptied of its precious cargo and left to fade like defeated naval ships. A seed relieved of its transparent husk, to dissolve finally on a rough and impatient tongue. -Jewel Kilcher


"Death is nothing at all. I have only slipped away into the next room. I am I, and you are you. Whatever we were to each other, that we still are. Call me by my old familiar name, speak to me in the easy way you always used to. Put no difference in your tone; wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was, let it be spoken without effort, no trace of a shadow on it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is unbroken continuity. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am waiting for you, somewhere very near. Just around the corner. All is well." - Henry Scott Holland (1847 - 1918) Canon of St Paul's, London


Lost is a puzzle of stars that breathes like water and chews like stone. Alone is a reminder of how far your acceptance is from your understanding. Fear is a bird that believes itself into extinction. Desperation: the honest recognition of a false truth. Hope: seeing who you really are at your highest is who you will become. Grace: the refinement of a soul through time. -Jewel Kilcher
i miss you my teeth ache my bones are confused they'd grown so close my flesh cries like children i speak to them in hush it's not fair they say bring him back! beg him stay! it's not up to me. i try to explain but mind can't make heart understand it does not whimper its one lashed eye keeps blinking it insists simply with quiet disbelief LOVE IS NOT WITHOUT YOU I go back today back to where I must move from my toothbrush no longer welcome my clothing canker sores my altar a wound whose bleeding can only stop when there's nothing left to remind him of me (I don't wanna go) This became, You Were Meant For Me written by Jewel Kilcher and Steve Poltz
My tongue was a song filled with emotion the heart searched for a peaceful melody found amongst the melancholy harmonies a song my mind no longer owned My body a restless storm eyes filled with lucid raindrops bones ached to the sound of vociferous thunder angst overwhelmed with the crashes of lightning Her hair was a blanket for her shoulders pallid lace sheltered her skin her hands resembling that of velvet her body resembling that of stone
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