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The brightest star always shines and saturates the air with her warmth Touches the farthest reaches of space where, even then, She sparkles like a beautiful gem against the night sky Only pure darkness could enhance this spectrum of light and color Filling it with a rainbow of precious moments Of smiles, and hugs Of comfort, and love Of irreplaceable sentiment Though a stranger to me, I could share in your light Never catching onto your onslaught of darkness.. For each dusk, rises a new dawn And though she's gone, her sparkle will live on for all to see She was beautiful, and though I didn't know her well enough to take away the emptiness of the black hole that grew inside her, I will always allow her warmth to live inside me And spread the kindness of her words to me, The spectacular radiance of her positivity In loving memory Monica.

She sleeps under a blanket of darkness Freckled with the sparkle of God's fireworks Where the earth meets the heavens, But you can't tell where one ends and the other begins It is here that she is happy It is here where she finds hope Here the silence doesn't scare her And she is never alone I thought home was where the heart is, But really it is where your heart can grow Where your seeds can turn to stems turn to branches turn to fruit Until their turn to be rightfully sown

Brain tired and dead Everything thought has already been said Where is my muse? Still bitter and bitching from my mental abuse I'm sorry and still full of excuses Nothing to show but a collection of exes Now I've vexed myself into a standstill Hand well acquainted with the perch upon my windowsill Is there a life beyond this daydream still? Always hungry, soul famished, can't get my fill Led Zeppelin lyrics like fortune cookie crumbs Chiseled a fingerprint atlas upon my thumb, Life's lessons on my tongue And with a drippy drop it leaves me feeling numb I never said I was a good girl, but I'm a soul with good intentions Always skated by with an honorable mention Now I'm slipping down a blue ribbon road with red lining Gold star pin, but I'm not shining My faint glimmer follows as I chase the sun Like on a merry-go-round I'm dizzy and spun Lain out and gutted with my stitches undone And maybe some say "vulnerable" like they

A sunkissed morning, cold, crisp against my face Chills run down my spine Awaken my senses Goosebumps overcome my damp skin The clouds roll in, Looks like rain... The smell sets in, You know that smell like the memory of an old friend She reminds you of summer And those warm nights She would come and grace you with her presence That gentle trickle upon your back The slithering descent of her companion Droplets accumulate on your eyelashes; your lips Like a decadent taste of escape... Come back to me, sweet lover Come back.

You stole from me like a paramour steals a lover My soul and mind and gift of words uncovered To think how life could be if simplest pleasures found My heart's good will my fingertips shall hound Useless tools of sloth! Forever envy all works past The immortality of most all thought and spoken now could never last Forever trapped within this idle brain, the fire now diminished A young heart wounded for talent lost and never finished A prayer leaks my lips to find its place among The merciless deaf ears of timeless songs unsung

With an energy resonating thru my bones Exhaling from every porous inch of my skin I am a lighted flame I have no name All I see in your eyes is a reflected face of sins I have rejoiced in all your sticks and stones

Who sat in this seat before me? Did they sit comfortably? Or were they cocked to one side rubbing two fingers to their left brain with the right pressed carelessly against a strange, cold window pane? On rolling, rain-spattered wheels, we find ourselves turning Over-analyzing and relearning the past in different ways Oh how the mind plays these mindless games While we pay the price of sanity, Self-esteem, comfort, security.. These are all things I never had Not saying it wasn't my bad, but how was I to know it was an early grave I'd be digging? Without it, I wouldn't also be sitting Here staring into a world of possibility Of connections to a stranger thru a shared struggle to dig these graves These memorials of lives that could be saved if only we could make a difference Change the course of this common interest.. Whether it was a brother, a mother, or maybe another We've had to sit here for decades pondering the same thing Where would this bus really

Alone with my thoughts Smokey scope from mental gunshots Still resounding off the table tops covered in all of our unfinished conversations.. Familiar sensations grow from familiar self-hatred Glass house inhabitant, but I still throw rocks

Inhale your strife, so dry and tight-mouthed, To exhale a triumph, sparking wildfire into every tendon Every sinewy circuit alive and loud Extending your branches wide and out towards "heaven" That's when I saw through the clouds, looking beyond and within... I saw true Light A spark of fight that was only learned on a stretch of endless nights I called my adolescence Sharpened my senses, and shed the pretenses of a town too cool for the extraordinary, Too weary of the curious mind of which they were not familiar, Questioning a life that was [and always will be] all, but linear For as I grow and progress, I must also die and digress Rise and fall again like running short of breath Yet still I breathe, [even amidst the dry heave] The thickness in the air is more than what I could conceive I remain an air warrior, a nomad and priest See my starving people crumbling to their feet No, I do not weep for them I celebrate with them in spiritual feast Blessed a

I woke up to a smile today, I didn't know how to feel The warmth befell my slumber and unconsciously revealed A grinning mischief, a soul entirely tangible and wet I wiped my sleepy eyes to a backlit silhouette A touch of velvet, burgundy blood and oil Annointed spring's garden in a summer soil And as they tumbled softly intertwined like wild vines They became one body, one spirit, one mind One consciousness, two halves, once seeking to be whole, Wandering the world in sadness, running blindly from the cold. "Late Summer Morning" With love [?], Reese Darko

I'm something of a movie junkie. I love them! There are so many on my "to-see" list that I just feel I've grown insatiable. One of my favorite genres is the whole major disaster/end of the world bit, mainly because I am an extremely pessimistic person [unfortunately] and I have what I like to call a "final destination" perspective. Whether you wanna call it Murphy's Law or just bad luck, I have given up doubting that the worst possible thing(s) could happen to me. I'm not gonna say I live my life in fear of death, but that my imagination allows me to play with ideas of death happening in pretty much any situation.   Anywho, I just watched Jurassic World [don't ask me why I waited so long to see it in theaters]. It was so awesome! It's amazing to think of what magnificent feats can be achieved through genetic modifications. Magnificent, but terrifying at the same time. I'm sick of humans always trying to play God. I would not be at

I decided to start blogging about my life as of late. I know it's always hard to start these things off 'cause one must beg the question, "what makes my life so damn important that the rest of the world should know?" I don't know if all bloggers struggle with this at first, but I am more than happy to share my 20-something-year-old happenings with anyone who might share in my thoughts, oppose them with some trolling rebuttal, or scoff at my page altogether. All that matters, is that we all go through some shit, and I will make it my mission to break down that whole FB façade that we're all perfect and happy and smiling and successful. To hell with that! Isn't one of the reasons the internet exists is to be able to exercise your freedom of speech and expression, and to tell some pretween troll to go fuck himself with his mother's dildo? Okay, maybe we won't go that far. Anyway, today is Thursday I believe, which is now a beacon of nostalgic pic