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A blog of writing and other things concerning the mind of an old soul in a young body.
Listed: Feb 12, 2012
Diamonds Made of Glass ― Excavate ∙ I am dilated;A black spongeIn your white marrow-- ∙ Virgin to skeletalPenetration,My blood scrawlsAcross bite-sizeCavities, edible ringsOf ambrosia fringingMy fingers. ∙ I am an octopus;My tentacles plungeInto deep...
Tags: Depression, Death, Madness, Friends, Family, Poetry
Liisi Heiskanen ― 1 week 5 days ago
Diamonds Made of Glass ― But This Time It's Not the Same ∙ Destruction playsA brain in bloom,A dish of red fleshServed on a tin platter, ∙ I never said thatI would matter—Charm them withA thunderous drawlOf spit, tongue in theSlit, I nip and nip ...
Tags: Depression, Cutting, Cry, Darkness, Memory, Medication
Liisi Heiskanen ― 6 weeks ago
Diamonds Made of Glass ― Flightless ∙ Stimulant affliction,I purged my addiction,Of soft-shell bombs underTransparent levers— ∙ And,Ruffling myFeathers, ∙ I hold the commandIn the pit of my palm,The white granularOvals an intercellularPsalm,...
Tags: Heart, Depression, Cutting, Fight, Cry, Darkness
Liisi Heiskanen ― 7 weeks 1 day ago
Diamonds Made of Glass ― Nobody said it was easy;No one ever said it would be this hard ∙ I just love how much of a busy bee I've become; I mainly write during my 45-minute bus-rides to and from Helsinki. And here I am again, writing as the sun sets and as my ...
Tags: Thoughts, Depression, Monday Madness, Travel, Random, Dance
Liisi Heiskanen ― 8 weeks 2 days ago
Diamonds Made of Glass ― April showers bring May flowers ∙ I'm sitting on the bus as I write this. It's 8:30 PM and the sun hasn't set yet. Today has felt, and smelt, a lot more like spring than te past few weeks. No more winter coat. No more winter shoes. No more...
Tags: Confusion, Cutting, Monday Madness, Psychology, Cry, Darkness
Liisi Heiskanen ― 9 weeks 2 days ago
Diamonds Made of Glass ― I Ate the Flowers You Gave Me ∙ I’m standing on the threshold,And it saddens me to think I haveBeen here so often—Bold against the world, like anAdolescent lion, my sighsSaturated with the stench ofAntelope blood,...
Tags: The Sunday Whirl, Symbolic, Haunted, Angry, Darkness, Weird
Liisi Heiskanen ― 9 weeks 3 days ago
Diamonds Made of Glass ― Source ∙ Rebirth ∙ I stare at the sun,With brand new eyes,The sleepless night,Has left a film over My corneas and I Can feel it peel split In the middle like A rusty zipper— ∙ I've anchored my mind Upon steady sea-borne...
Tags: Fight, Life, Memory, Poetry
Liisi Heiskanen ― 9 weeks 6 days ago
Diamonds Made of Glass ― The Cat that Lost Its Claws ∙ It's been a while. It's quite ironic but the way I have been feeling inside my head has gotten so twisted I haven't even been able to write about it. But I guess I have to, for the therapeutic benefits, right?...
Tags: Depression, Cutting, Monday Madness, Psychology, Madness, Dance
Liisi Heiskanen ― 10 weeks 2 days ago
Diamonds Made of Glass ― Let the Universe In ∙ My mother always tells meThat my life revolves around technology,That the touch-screen I clutch in my hands everySecond of the day is determining myEvery move; that every bling and buzz actsAs an activation key to my...
Tags: The Sunday Whirl, Symbolic, Culture, Life, Funny, Family
Liisi Heiskanen ― 10 weeks 3 days ago
Diamonds Made of Glass ― And I Taste(d) the Truth ∙ The memory is likeSuckling on pills meantTo be swallowed; ∙ Crystalline microgranulesBrushing across misconceivedSensory territories, ∙ The taste similarTo baking soda;...
Tags: Confusion, Symbolic, Blind, Danger, Darkness, Memory
Liisi Heiskanen ― 11 weeks 3 days ago
Diamonds Made of Glass ― Mind the Gap ∙ Thighs are off limits, I see prophets through gaps In the ceiling, disciplined pieces Of heroic gesture staring Down at me— ∙ Waiting for the moment, The sublime zeal of sin, Imaginary candlelit dinners, And ...
Tags: Depression, Beauty, Madness, Darkness, Dance, Illness
Liisi Heiskanen ― 11 weeks 5 days ago
Diamonds Made of Glass ― Mendacity ∙ And then there are those nightsWhen I long for blood and vodka,When familiar faces swarm the footOf my bed, snarling at hidden bladesAnd dried out scars in the back of myBrain, a silent revelry of painfulNostalgia, my body will...
Tags: Depression, Culture, Danger, Crying, Life, Darkness
Liisi Heiskanen ― 16 weeks ago
My body is not a graveyard ∙ So this is how I shall be ending my year. My darling ...
Change the World ∙ The rare rustle ofNewspapers—Consistent,It’s only a weekendKind ...
Day 11:Something people seem to compliment you the most on ∙ My intelligence, or my ...
Currently around a half of organizations ranging in size from SMEs to large multinationals ...
∙ One of the few things I consider when buying a frock is the print. Growing up, I ...
My first thought when I saw the topic for this weeks Photo Challenge: Curves was the ...