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the meaning of life

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time is trivial

for the girl who crashes

like so many waves

on the borders

of her own skin.

 

knees locked,

still as a r t

her eyes scale buildings

breath and life,

from behind

the collapsing

smoke screen.

 

drink her in.

 

she is the framework of

curious endeavors.

her static lips host

gatherings

on the meaning of life.

 

back inside she

kneels in the foyer

bows her head

at the mirror

takes off rain boots

like delicate jewels.

 

suddenly

it’s morning,

and she is nesting

in the feathers

from the pillows

she c-sectioned with

a butter knife.

 

the living room is

pale

like winter

and she is b r e a t h l e s s .

 

on hands and knees

she armies to the kitchen

puts on a pot of tea

gets back in bed

listens for the

high-pitched whistling of

solitary

life.

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A tattoo! Or two…or three…

Happy First of December!

I’m pretty excited about today’s Daily Prompt, being that it’s right up my alley!

Daily Prompt: Tattoo….You?

Do you have a tattoo? If so, what’s the story behind your ink? If you don’t have a tattoo, what might you consider getting emblazoned on you skin?

I have quite a few tattoos, and the majority of them do hold some sort of special meaning for me. Only a few – so far – are simply because I love the artwork.

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This tree was the first large tattoo I had done, at age 22. I’m not sure where the want of a tree/crows came from, but I wanted it for a very long time. The branches wind onto my collar bone, up onto my shoulder and a little onto my back. People tell me it reminds them of Tim Burton, or Poe; I love them both, so that makes me happy. My tattoo artist completely freehanded this tattoo, and I am so, so happy with the results. He’s a badass.

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When I had my Bell Jar tattoo done, I wrote a post regarding the whole “brag” vs. “bray” controversy; while my copy reads brag, I did as much research as I could to find out what the majority thought – and it seems to be a pretty even argument for both sides. In my opinion, either word would work here, and I happen to like brag better. So there. I even think Sylvia may have used both words, perhaps changing her mind at one point and therefore striking up a never-ending controversy. Maybe she even wanted it that way. (And if you haven’t read The Bell Jar already, it’s a beautiful read and I highly recommend it.)

For me, this tattoo is a daily reminder to appreciate every breath in my body. The idea of my heart “bragging” with every beat is beautiful to me.

zombiegirlFor me, my zombie girl is a way of revealing – and dealing – with an ugly side of myself. I got this tattoo while I was going through a horrid depression and I wanted a permanent way to remember it. It reminds me that while I was in the darkest of places, I was able to fight my way out. Should I ever be there again (I hope not), I will come back from it.

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The quill is an easy one: my passion for the written word!

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I think these ones make themselves pretty obvious. 🙂

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After the wedding, Joe and I also had a skeleton bride and groom inked on us – complete with our wedding date!

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That quote on my back reads “The more we take, the less we become.” (Is this just a shameless way for me to plug more wedding photos? Maybe, maybe not…hehehe….) This was my very first tattoo, at age 19. It’s taken from Sarah McLachlan’s “World On Fire“. I absolutely love her. The song and the video are beautiful.

For me, this quote means the more time we spend relying on others for everything, the less time we spend building character within ourselves. Let’s not be lazy, or greedy, let’s take the initiative because it is so very rewarding.

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That sugar skull on my leg down there matches one on the leg of my very best friend. Besides loving sugar skulls, I love her very much. So much so that we decided to ink our flesh with matching designs! (This photo was taken a week before my wedding, at a Color Run 5K. By the end, we’d tye-dyed the shit out of that dress!)

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THIS little beauty may just be my favorite. (Don’t mind the Xbox controller in the healed photo.) It’s an illustration from a book I loved as a kid, Scary Stories To Tell in the Dark. This one comes from a short story, “The White Satin Evening Gown“. If you click on that link, you can read the story and check out how dead on my artist is to the illustration. I also recommend doing a quick internet search for other images from the book(s) (there are three volumes, I think), because they all have this same thready, creepy look, and some are really, really out there. I am in love with all of them, and I plan on starting a little leg piece with a few more.

Alright last one, I promise!

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I ran my first marathon this past May, and of course I commemorated the event with a tattoo. This has always been my favorite line from Walt Whitman’s Song of Myself, and I thought it fit perfectly.

I do have a few more, but these (most of what I have), mean the most to me. And I’m not finished yet!

Any tattoos/tattoo ideas you’d like to share?

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