A girl of nomadic habit,
Through & through the sands of life-
Trudge on.
She is olive toned, born of the sun.
Her trust is hard to be won.
She owns only what she knows.
Her courage only strengthens as she grows.
She thrives on adventure.
Her passion can endure.
She dresses in truth.
Her journey is to ever search for proof.
She speaks from her soul.
Her heart will beat as half, 'til it beats with an other as whole.
Paths web & branch ahead.
Where travelers sleep can make for a weary bed.
Alas, a sojourn shared makes for unbreakable bonds.
Remaining yet to be discovered is the other half
Worthy of the cause.
Feet have followed where dreams have led.
Triumph now stands where fear has fled.
Like crows to carrion,
Reminding of mortality- time
Tells all.
c.marie
About Me
- C. Marie
- "Part of Art's life (beyond its creation) is to be consumed, interpreted, digested, misinterpreted, vomited up, perceived, then reinterpreted... And even then it's difficult to know for sure." - Brandon Boyd. I believe this wholeheartedly & without a second thought. I've never been the most comprehensive person in verbal conversation; the medium of communication I was always most fluent in required paper, ink, paint, & charcoal smudging. That's not to say I'm any more articulate through my creations, just that it's always been the means by which I'm able to convey my thoughts or feelings without stuttering... but even then, each smudge on my paper is where my hand stuttered in transcendence. I welcome translation or interpretations from any of whom care to look closer &/or question. Live passionately, love honestly, & appreciate everything; for we can learn from anything.
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