Just Some Food For Thought

Recently I've had a few older people ask me if I know what my tattoos will look like when I'm their age. My response was simply, I don't care. In my opinion they are like scars. A reminder of the past. If they become warped it will be because I lived a good life. My body is mine and I don't care how it will look when I'm older. Who will I have to impress at that point? Plus, if I can paint myself now and become something unique, I'm going to. May as well do it while I still have the body to.

Those who try to tell me I'm going to regret my tattoos when I'm older are obviously not thinking about the things they represent to me. One is for a dear friend of mine who decided it was his time to go. The tattoo has such a deep meaning to me that I don't care if it gets warped or faded because it will always be a part of him attached to me in a way. I will always have him close to me.

Another is for my family. It represents them as well as other aspects of my personality. I want to be able to tell my children and grandchildren about all the things that my tattoos will represent. And besides, when I'm older I will have earned whatever damages have occurred to my body and I will wear them proudly, including every single faded, warped, damaged tattoo that I will have.

It's better to be a worn out masterpiece than simply worn out. I will wear my ink proudly and be a walking canvas until the day that I die.

~Serena~

Z (Poem)

My heart bursts

The sky is on fire

Nothing is real

I can't stand it

I'm falling faster

You make me feel

Things I've forgotten

No restraint

Raw emotion

At it's finest

I'm insane

You pull it out

It rears it's head

Taking control

Slowly creeping

Threatening me

I reject emotion

But you make it show

Unlike anyone before

I love you

As cliche as it sounds

You are the light

I've been waiting for

Though we'll be apart

I will always be there

Lingering in your mind

Like you linger in mine

Untitled (Poem)

The world cries for you

I can't sleep, can't eat

There is no meaning

To anything around me

Lyrics weaved by geniuses

Cry out the words in my heart

Never knowing your thoughts

Slowly burns a hole in my heart

I wish I could've been there

When you needed me most

Wish I could've stopped

All of the things going wrong

Ended your lonliness

Gave you a hand to hold

Through all the pain

And all the sadness

Writhing in your soul

But now you're up there

Or maybe down below

But I know the sadness

Has stopped taking it's toll

On your worn out mind

I wish you knew

The weight of your decision

Before you took every bit

That I had let you have

Of my now weeping soul

Smoke (Poem)

Smoke rises

Flowing gracefully

Peacefully entranced

By it's surroundings

Living by it's own laws

Disregarding all around it

Twisting freely

Dancing to it's own rhythm

Embracing it's death

With a slow drift

Into pure oblivion