Anticipating Grace

I believe this belongs to you
a pile of broken dreams
a basket full of tears.
You said give it to you
and so I do so without fear.

You overcame
every obstacle, every trial,
you are so much more than me
but I am your child.

So, I will clean out my room
of worry and woe.
Throw out the bags
of trouble in tow.

Give the to you
without so much as a goodbye,
I believe this belongs to you
there is no need…

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City of Saints

http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/sadiebella/city-of-saints

I have created a project on Kickstarter. I am interested in not only a photo series of New Orleans, but also a portrait series along with the stories of the New Orleans homeless punk scene.  Please check it out, feel free to back me ;) and share my link with the world!

Ciao

Sadie Bella

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tight skin

Tight Skin

I need to touch it

rough hands

I want them

to press my skin tightly

until I bruise

Its been a long time

way too long

Need a willing victim

to tangle myself with

Who cares his name

I just want long and lean

and need to go in search of it

Whatever happened to that woman I once was?

That would take a young thing down

in a heartbeat.

When did this virtuous bitch

take me over?

Don’t…

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for the love of art!

for the love of art!

I can be proud

and every bit good, if not better

than most.

So in love with my art

it consumes me

my little muse

has taken me to the top!

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My most awesome news!

My most awesome news!

Today I found out a photograph of mine has been accepted into an art show that was apparently hard to get into. Out of over 160 entries, I was one of the 44 chosen. But the photo chosen was one of those shots that moved me to tears that I could capture such a moment and feeling.  Tomorrow the show will open, the winner announced. So much excitement! I would love to have a plus 1, but my gay…

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City of Saints

I miss your arms

laced with Spanish moss

and faded beads

streets filled with music

the Mississippi calling my name.

In you I find safety

in you I find home,

longing to live behind shuttered windows

walk your haunted streets

in the morning fog.

My Crescent city

home, true home

I write you a thousand love letters

and long for you over hundreds of miles.

I’m lonely without the quarter rats

and…

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My dearest friend

I know you miss me when I’m not around

I know you are happy with our familiarity

I know you would give me the protection I need

as long we don’t say I’m your’s or your mine.

Our playtime always leads to misfortune

you initiate, instigate, poke and prod

then it goes to far

and my skin you once found soft

you can’t let yourself touch

If there were a way for you to understand

I don’t want to own…

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Loving you isn’t the right thing to do

Loving you isn’t the right thing to do

Arm,s spread wide

vunerable

feeling like

cant get away

How could handle

three simple words

like

I love you

when you pull me in

push me away

call me back to stay

Loving you

Isn’t the right thing to do

but I’ll keep on

carry on

and just be a friend to you

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