Photo by Lemanshots



She plugs herself into another world
where disappointment is extinct.
Hearts are never tarnished.
Music heals all things.
A press of a button and she soars
high above the insipidness
that once stained her soul.
Songs revive dying dreams
fettered and caged after her fall –
now ascending atop mountains
and higher still through heaven’s portal.


Photo by Lemanshots (Click HERE to visit and follow her blog). ❀


    • Oh, how wonderful that you related to my poem through the magical lens of your camera! I love that image you’ve captured for me. Thank you, Paula — amazing how words can take us all to different places. πŸ“Ό πŸ“· πŸ“Έ

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  1. love these coincidences, just a few minutes ago, I read on a blog by a German lady about how you are meant to sing in the dark as a way to give courage to yourself and meant to whistle in the forest for the same reason but also to keep dangerous animals away and make a territorial claim.
    But best of all there is a theory that music blocks the activity of the Amygdala, which is the fear center of our brains.
    makes a lot of sense, doesn’t it?

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  2. I know I’ve said this before, but you have quite the knack for a grand finale with the last two lines of your writing, which I love. Music can actually heal, not just mentally but physically.

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  3. Interesting monochrome photograph. The headphone wires have a nice contrast. Your words painted an ephemeral context, and although the photograph is monochrome — your expression certainly added vibrancy.

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    • I like your words very much. Thank you! I listened to Mensaje Imputente β€” very abstract and kinda celestial.

      The first lines were beautiful:
      β€˜Space is filled with pure joy when you learn to give without asking for anything.’

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        • Here’s the translation (I’m a bit rusty with my Spanish, so my friend helped me out a bit). πŸ™‚

          The space is filled with pure joy
          when you learn to give without asking for anything

          Cut your veins and still try maybe your blood will not be forgotten.

          There’s hatred in my being.
          The planets align for me.
          Free God of yesterday
          His hands were freed yesterday

          He did not allow disappointment.
          Light awakens.
          I lost my great sun, when I left my new god. Always follow that inner voice. I was crippled by the world.

          Clouds hide, revealing on high.
          The forest sings in his glory.

          I am the great son.
          Do not forget my name.
          I am destruction.

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  4. Reading this made me feel understood. For I am an outcast, little did they know that I pull myself away from reality when everything seem to be so suffocating and music is my only escapeπŸ˜‰πŸ’ž Thank you for this love😍 You made me feel warm today!πŸ˜‰

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