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We're beautiful abominations. We're not quite right, we're far from perfect. But aren't we a gorgeous tragedy? Amazing how such a terrible world can somehow sculpt such beautiful souls. Surrounded by ugly hate, love somehow still blossoms. We may be made up of broken pieces and scarred bruises but, oh, we're all one of a kind. Our demons and angels, they're one and the same; Yea, they're who we are inside. We're a little bit of both so let's dance with our demons while our angels play the horns. Let's relish in every moment of insanity, embrace every eccentric piece of ourselves, and laugh ourselves to sleep. Yes, thank God, we'll never be normal. We are wild things.
(September 7th, 2014)
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I am a sculpture.
Every day of my life,
I feel my experiences
chipping away the grime
of biases
and opinions
and judgments
that drenched my being
since the day I was born.
Every day of my life,
I become purer
and wiser
and cleaner -
I become a greater person.
Every day of my life,
I learn
and I grow
and I fight
to be the best me that I can be.
I chisel away the rough edges
and smooth out the deep lines
cut into my soul
by cruel strangers
by lost friends
by mislead family
and I begin break free.
I'm starting to see,
through the cracks
and the dust
and unfinished ends
the true me peeking through.
I am a work in progress.

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Jordyn Mart

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