dubbleaa's words

A deviant's experiences in the form of poetry drafts. Book in progress.

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Tame The Makeup Counter Monster - Glamstein

If you’re like me, you’re on the go all the time; and, as much as I enjoy chaos and disorder, I don’t enjoy it when I gotta get those red

Makeup has a mind of its own.

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Latest collab and project. Enjoy!

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Stylist life! 

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Style, edit, write, Repeat.

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You were the light of lights extinguished by depression’s merciless grip.

You are a bird taking flight among the stars burial by sky.

He is

in all of us illuminaing blue faces on the moving picture screen.

“Burial by Sky” by Alisha A. © (8/11/2014)

*For Robin Williams. Rest in peace good soul.

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A poem by which to remember Robin Williams. Oh captain, my captain, we still miss you.

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Sometimes, I wish the blue ocean

would swallow me whole

because I am tired

and I don’t want to fight anymore

The goosebumps hurt

and the scent of chaos has gone stale

The embers are burning

and I’m a fading wisp

of smoke

So, Mother nature, come

Put me out.

Alisha A. (c) (7/24/2017)

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Upon Chester Bennington’s passing. The struggle is real. You are a hero for choosing life everyday it hurts. 

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When you're just going with the flow.

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They kept asking me, ‘What does the poem mean? What does the poem mean?’ And it was frustrating me because poems don’t mean. They suggest. They enact. They provoke.

Richard Siken (via egracely)

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Being Married

Our moments are undivided warm keeping company with small talk and loving looks We have coffee at the table I work a puzzle he reads the news It’s simple, it’s us a Sunday morning with plain buttered toast

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Appreciate the simplicity. If only things were always this rosy.

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if fear is a figment of the imagination, why does it pigment my days, the darkest of grays. “fear pigment” by Alisha A. © (3/3/2014)

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Thanks for the reblog. :)

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is it called “aftermath”  because  at the end  of this intense, chaotic equation  - some call it “life”  you’re left confused, baffled  you’re left feeling  like you’ve got it all wrong.

“aftermath” by Alisha A. © (dubbleaa) (11/24/2013) (V 2.0)

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irony: it’s when you try so hard and things turnout like… shit irony is when you don’t give a fuck and what you create is ingenious. “irony” by Alisha A. © (dubbleaa) (11/24/2013)

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a part of you dies  when you realize  frosting in a jar  tastes…cheap.

“innocence lost” by Alisha A. © (dubbleaa)(11/24/2013)

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Sleep…it’s for people who can’t write poetry

I Can’t Sleep (via mikefrawley)

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i dream of kissing you often, oxygen stealer you suck my face with all your affection i. can’t. breathe. “oxygen stealer” by Alisha A. © (dubbleaa) (12/6/2013)

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Ty for the reblog klaverimitvaerelse. :)

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the battle is just today,  (you tell yourself).  but, it’s not.  there’s tomorrow and the next day  and the day after that  you know that one morning when you wake up and you think  everything is going to be great!  i can FEEL it.  today is going to be just perfect.  WRONG.  sometimes, that moment when the tips of your toes touch the floor,  poof!  that bubble of happy is G-O-N-E.  another battle.  another string of unexpected disasters  to either avert or endure.  at some point,  you have to ask yourself  what is it I’m supposed to master  with this endless string of futile chaos?

“today (and everyday)” by dubbleaa

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“today (and everyday)”

It’s this one. :) You can see the special blue tag on the original post on your dash.  The special yellow tag is seen on the original blog page for this post. I think I feel less guilty for taking the whole day to write this.  My fever worked in my favor, I suppose. :D Ty for your support guys and gals!!

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I think this was my first feature. :)

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2 years later, every day is still a battle. Every day is war.

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i believe in hope and the hope God brings he said, nodding fingers stretched around cold aluminum

the first, the father sipping and staring at the glossy floor

nodding, he said, i believe in hope and the hope God brings.

“Adam” by Alisha A. © (dubbleaa)

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i said it would be a simple poem i said it would be short and sweet and then i wrote the first line and then it took on a mind of its own.

“a simple poem” by Alisha A. © (dubbleaa) (12/25/2013)

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in the age of the grotesque we carefully undress our unholy flaws. “aesthetic of the grotesque” by Alisha A. © (dubbleaa) (12/24/2013)

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Thank you for reblogging isnobueno!