Reminders Sin portrays the light which once succumbed to me.Reminders by ~christinamarieweir
A humble disappointment of the word,
A nod against the defeat of itself.
What sacred desires lie broken, in need of such corrupted attention,
And silent remarks of disapproval.
Shaken by the nerve that left a mark among the present,
Deceit begins a web of that which is not true:
A trap of destruction.
Beneath the stains lie reminders.
Christina Marie Weir
Intoxication My mind is one with whom I must be kind,Intoxication by ~christinamarieweir
For many a time I spend alone
Of loneliness, I do grow weary,
Though I find such a concept, at the moment, bliss
These ashes lie, left as memories;
The cigarettes, my lungs are feeling
The rain, it falls, but in my head it is beautiful
My mind is taken, my blood is thinned and I lose my senses
I'm looking for some unreasonable paranoia
Somewhere to find some comfort in my fear
Held down like lead amidst a great undertaking,
My lungs can, at last, breathe again.
Christina Marie Weir
My name is Christina Marie Weir and I am attending the Art Institute of Atlanta these next four years and majoring in photographic imaging.  I will post all of my things on here and I truly hope to progress as a photographer, through this experience. |
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