Monday, July 27, 2009

CaliasiaBella

CaliasiaBella, her mother calls her beautiful flower.
She has the beauty to turn heads and yet she is simple.
Queen Anne's lace and olive trees surround her room, her small simple room in a villa in Italy.
She dreamt of being wed and of chocolate.
The smell followed her on the wind and throughout the trees when she walked.
It was the smell, the desire of chocolate and warmth.
The kinds of delicious treats that melt in the sun.
She wasn't frail, Calisbella, but she was not invulnerable.
She was weaker than she believed.
She needed a very strong guardian angel to protect her for on her journeys she would live as strong as she believed possible
Every day she lived in search of something, maybe it was the chocolate.
The world around her was so slight in its beauty and yet she knew what she was looking at.
She always saw the immaculate beauty no matter how small or insignificant.
So she took her time looking for whatever it was she was meant to find.
Because she understood all things beautiful she always exuded that beauty to others.
She tried her best to show what she saw and imagined to her friends...they never saw.
Chocolate was such a different thing to her.
She would laugh because chocolate's beauty her friends understood.
She felt superior at times because of what she felt above others...so she would lower herself.
Praying and finding things that others were better at.
She would never be as beautiful as the other women in the villa.
She always believed she was less than others.
Then she found it.
And she was a princess, a goddess, an angel and it was what she had that no one else in the world was better at, more beautiful to, more perfect.
She basked in the sun melting all the chocolate.
Then the wind blew and the smell was still in the air.
It wasn't chocolate.
It wasn't the olives.
It was her angel.
That night the sky was lit in an eternal show just for her and her angel.
The earth shook and the trees fell.
Everything fell.
She should never have found her angel, he told her he was glad she had, but she should have never found her angel.
Then the angels fell.
And as the sun vaulted over the vineyards and fallen trees it seemed as if nothing had ever occurred.
It seemed as if the angels were still flying in their heaven.
But there were non.
There was no smell of chocolate on the sir, merely smoke and fire.
Not a single olive tree stood tall.
The villa though crumpled was bringing itself back together.
Beauty would be found soon.
Even as she was lifted and carried to her only bed now and forever,
CaliasiaBella,
with her angel,
for they could not separate the angels bodies,
still shown the beauty surrounding her.
The beauty of dust and tar,
and fire and death.
her eyes shown only for her angel.
She glowed.
Much much more beautiful than the others.
CaliasiaBella smelled of chocolate.

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by: autumn

for: Roselie

Monday, July 20, 2009

My best friend thinks she is fat. My best friend just broke up with the love of her life. My best friend is trying to play games with life.

My best friend is said to not make a good wife in the future. My best friend would make a wonderful wife. My best friend is blinded by lust. he happily ever after is being ground into dust.

My best friend doesn't know how to be a best friend. My best friend is dependent on others. My best friend is a wonderful best friend, if my best friend would let go of selfishness.

My best friend is a misinformer. My best friend is too intense for life. My best friend is self centerd with a hint of low self esteem and deeply lodged issues that were self manifested. My best friend can only see my best friend in the looking glass.

Stop starring at yourself or you will become an alien. You need to give up. You need to say sorry. you know you are better and more than you say. I think you are beautiful every way.
Don't make faces or your face will
freeze that way.
Stop sitting there wth your legs open on the castle steps it's unlady like, and pick up your glass slipper there isn't anyone worthy to pick it up for you, not yet.
Give it a minute.
Stop wishing and feeling sorry stop attempting to have control over the universe, I love you, sweetheart, and you are very strong, but it's not yours to
even nudge gently in your direction.
Stop being crass and turn your mirror into a window. See how pretty the glow of love is towards you? You have your own coices and you don't have to even tell a single soul. Besides,
you are what you eat.

I'm trying my best and I love you each dearly.
But I can't seem to get any of you to see clearly.
This life is the only one you are given.
I can't help you fly if you aren't willing.
I could if you asked and I can if you let me.
But burning your heart and your brain is just silly.

See your true beauty.
Know you are worth it.
Do yourself a favor.
Let yourself love.

~Autumn Rose

wish i had writen this*

"Kabul Shit"

There's a hole in our logic

There's a hole in the sky
And one day just like magic
We're all going to die

'Cause we didn't turn the lights off
And we didn't take the bus
Even though we know we should have

Oh, silly old us

Well we should have recycled
And saved our resources
While there's still someone else’s
Someone call the armed forces

And we'll blame it on terror
Also known as religion
But we shouldn't feel guilt

For protecting our children

Excuse me, sir
But is this what they call denial
Just to carry on regardless
We'll only do it for a while
We'll carry on straight down the line
Down the road to nowhere
Do you know where it is leading us
And do we even wanna go there


I don't have the answers
I don't know where we start
Start to pick up all the pieces
Of everything we've torn apart
Now, you'd think that we'd be grateful
For the fact we've got a choice
Instead we throw it back at people
Who don't even have a voice

And the teachers always told us
Told us we should love thy neighbor
And my mother always told me
Told me I should vote [new?] labor
But I don't know who to trust
And I just find it all confusing
All as useless as each other
Past the point of being amusing


Excuse me, sir
But is this what they call denial
Just to carry on regardless
We'll only do it for a while
We'll carry on straight down the line
Down the road to nowhere
Do you know where it is leading us
And do we even wanna go there

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh


Excuse me, sir
But is this what they call denial
Just to carry on regardless
We'll only do it for a while
We'll carry on straight down the line
Down the road to nowhere
Do you know where it is leading us
And do we even wanna go there

~Lily Allen

[Thanks to Silke for these lyrics]
[Thanks to A-Z lyrics and to all the photographers and artists whose works added to this piece]