Bohemian Fashionista

Fashion, passion, a love for life,

a flair for peace & love & light,

a creative brain, an artistic eye,

with bohemian, hippie, & free-spirit sides

The Present

The Present

There are no words,
only sounds of silence ringing through my head.
There is no feeling,
just a lot of numbness and the feel of feeling dead.
There is no hope,
yet I know that it's to hope I'm clinging...
There is no future,
unless of course, it's the future I'm bringing.

Bohemian Poetry Book Now Available!

I have finally published a book,

& I would love if you'd have a look.

It's a look into my life, a look into my soul,

a look at insecurities, lost love, & life goals.

It is the beauty of being bohemian,

the beauty of being free,

of living life & loving freely,

the beauty of simply being.

PURCHASE THE BEAUTY OF THE BOHEMIAN LIFE ON CREATESPACE

Free-Spirit

I am what some might call
a bit of a... free-spirit.
I am not to be confined,
not to be constrained!
I am a troubled soul.
But one who encounters the world
with a view so pure and full of love,
that, it must make up for the faults!

I try to be as sensible as I can
but the world just doesn't make sense.
(It's too concerned with hate and pretense.)
But as I am alive; I am in peace;
and in the spirit of life I want to live!!
before I die.
So because of this... I am often ostracized?

I may be a free-spirit, and I may be a freak,

but I am who I am; 

I am love; I am me.

A free-spirit?

Yes. 

A free-spirit is what I am proud to be.

Major Decisions

Get real, stand tall, be strong, don't fall.
Don't fail, be brave, don't falter, don't cave.
Live your life, love yourself, don't give in, but don't back out
choose to love, choose to shout! Choose to believe... or choose to doubt.

Realization

I awoke from a dream that had entered my soul
and pulled at my heart til I cried
I stopped at a realization I had
that I had to live life, not just live to survive
So I climbed out of bed and I sat on my own
thinking and pausing and thinking some more
Wanting an answer for something unknown
But finding more questions; so I stood from the floor
Then I sat down to write you but knew not what to say
My fingers lay calmly and still on my keys
I tried to find words but found tears on the way
for things I had done, to you and to me
What can I say to make up for the past?
The fact that I loved you, and never let you know
What can I do to feel happy again?
Admit my mistakes, learn from them, and let go
I want to be bold, make life worth it again
Tell everyone just how I feel in my heart
Would you listen? Would you know, that I meant every word?
Or would everything I know simply all fall apart?
I want to feel better, not pessimistic and low
But something is holding me back it seems
I somehow how found words to the letter I sent
But the lack of response still lingers in me
So here I sit now, still wondering how
I can make my sweet dream come to life
Yet wondering is part of the answer I feel
as it gives me the strength that I need to get by
But is getting by all that I want? No, No!
I need to be living each day instead
And loving each moment, and feeling each breath
as it brings hope for a future that I dreamt in my head
Hope for a future where I'm not alone
Hope for a future with beauty and truth
Hope for a future that is all my own
Hope for a future with you.

In Your Arms

There was a brief moment in time,
when life was perfect and I was free,
that was the moment, yours and mine,
when you held me in your arms.

There were no worries, no troubles, no fears,
my trembling body, my forthcoming tears,
all vanished away at the strength of your touch,
when you held me in your arms.