jle Female • 28 • Santa Barbara, CA • United States

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Status... Taken
Orientation... No Comment
I'm into... Writing Photography Painting Art Film Vinification Screenwriting
I'm working on... Survival...

To solve this puzzle I would need more pieces than we are...

Last On: 07/03/08 PST

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Jun 20, 2008 - 04:47 PM PST

ellengee

Damn. It's beautiful..

Jun 19, 2008 - 10:25 PM PST

chicklitgurrl

feel this in my gut...

Jun 19, 2008 - 10:23 PM PST

chicklitgurrl

painful piece to read...in a great way.

fave line: "Laying down sutured remains to protect the soul of your calloused feet" all i can say when i read it is DAMN.

Jun 19, 2008 - 04:21 PM PST

MEOutLoud

This is beautiful! I really like your background too.

Jun 17, 2008 - 10:57 AM PST

jtyrob

That is such an awesome tattoo.

Jun 10, 2008 - 03:11 AM PST

huntersrob

jle

hello darling, i miss you

May 21, 2008 - 05:39 PM PST

laharden

jle

yay you like it... cute freckles ;)

May 18, 2008 - 08:36 AM PST

zoooeeeeyy

I really like this.

May 05, 2008 - 09:22 PM PST

crimsonladybug

jle

Congrats on the Best of UGC. The only one who got noticed for writing.

Apr 29, 2008 - 08:17 AM PST

cinnamonstick

coooool man

did it hurt?
i'm considering getting a tattoo on my side from like just bellow my armpit to my hip .

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Keys...

May 18, 2008

I've arrived in a place all too familiar
One of careful construction
Bleeding into crevasses
Sheets of displacement swallow
I'm haunted by our promise
Spilling distruth upon the canvas of perfection
I deny reality for harsher truth
Alone again when defenses were lowered
A lost little girl with an exposed heart
Clutching keys which just don't fit
Drowning
Emotion which couldn't exist
Why is it so hard?
Pulling apart pieces
Laying down sutured remains to protect the soul of your calloused feet
Walking upon my needled skin
And in the end
I am not enough
Frail, lacking the strength to battle the aggression placed
And I am saddened now
Consumed in sorrow
For the loss of all I sought
Silly when it never was mine to hold...jle