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concrete heart-strings

i know she's been put through hell, i can feel it...and i know she's touched heaven as well, tryin t

About Me

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i'm skipping rocks as fast as the days go by. i'm counting down. i'll be gone for a minute, which seems only now, to be a moment too soon. i might stay longer. my mood is altered when i pick up that number 3. striking the canvas, at first, with pure delight; only to be the recipient of grave news, i took a 3 inch paddle to crest the object of his very desire. the title of this one will be 'room with a view'. most of you will not understand. i only wish to return to the age of innocence and save my partially diseased heart from further, uncessary, damage. a time when the love of your family would suffice and the feeling for the need of mutual adoration from the opposite sex, was unbeknownst to our 8 year old minds. i swear it's my scars i bear on my sleeves, and if you find one that can deal with the ugliness of it all, you have found one true. i keep running, but the scenery never changes. there's a glich in the reel/real and i'm stuck on repeat. the burden is now, so heavy handed, and sometimes i think that i can't deal with this mishiva. so i swash a glaze over a sea of green, maybe to change his point of view. he's got a chip on his shoulder, but i'm looking past that and on through the back door. alas, my means of escape from this room with a view...
i've been well aware of my cocky-flirtatious nature and wicked grin. my character developement has grown rapidly, and it doesn't seem to show any kind of set-backs..i work hard. i play h a r d e r. when provoked, i can be quite an exhibisionist. i'm an introvert, with extrovert tendancies...my better half is just that--better than i could ever be, at being the better half of me. the key word--DREAM. my circle of friends is close knit like a box weave with anything but synthetic fibers.. i'm ill-tempered and lack patience, something i'm working on so diligently these days. i despise advanced mathematics, even though it makes the world turn..i love art & GOD, and passionate kissing out-ranks sex for me..i am fascinated with motorcycles, but can't and will never ride one, have nothing near a 'perfect' body, but adore every part of my rounded belly! i'm pretty competitive, passionate/DRAMATIC, and extemely loyal. in case you've failed to notice, i enjoy art in all mediums. from photography, fine art, music, graff styles, short films, mixed media, abstract..any outlet that is a means of inner self expression is wonderful in my book. it's like eternal lust. never satisfied. always wanting. a continuous cycle of desire for there will always be another piece, another lover.
with sincerity, madge

My Interests


frozen.moments
-art aficionado
-graf i l t h y
-love of life, sex & food
-tiger lillies
-black eyeliner
-curves
-tattoos & taboos
-cat naps
-live shows (music, theatre, stripper)
-photography
-the world of politricks
-sun rays & sea sprays
-shoulder raises & leg extentions
-"medicinal" marijuana, *ideally for heartache
-prismacolor products

Heroes:

mom. brother. GOD. family. those who tip toe on dotted lines. those who teach in order to learn. soldiers. dream keepers. ex-lovers. ex-friends. ex-fiends. those who are irritated, mis-educated, long-awaited. those who i have whethered storms, bent willows, and swam seas with--or for. givers. even the takers. music makers. those who have made me smile, just to see me smile. those who have lifted, pulled, pushed, and dropped anything and everything for anything and everything. guerilla graff writers, freedom fighters. even some of the whackest of rhymers. have all inspired me. heroes i say. negative and positive...all of it..

My Blog

daily grind

the love of my life calls me up this week. it's been a minute since i had spoken to him, and i'm glad to know that he is well, considering the dire circumstances he has found himself in. i reflect upo...
Posted by concrete heart-strings on Sun, 27 May 2007 04:41:00 PST

concrete heart-strings by charles b.

Concrete Heart-Strings sing me a song of sullen lullabies as a baby cries paint me a melody of your cracked memories and paved moments let me draw my initials into your wet sediment so they will be im...
Posted by concrete heart-strings on Tue, 22 May 2007 09:30:00 PST

my infatuation

i desire to hear you,to speak with you,to listen to you.i have come upon many realizations.and my silence has been bold, confident--but at the expense of my near suffocation!you have asked me to write...
Posted by concrete heart-strings on Fri, 13 Apr 2007 01:17:00 PST

written december 20, 2005

My Positionexperiencing a rebirth, a regeneration of some sort.a regenerative state..like a bare branched tree.leaves of change.leaves...then change?? i find that it is my own thoughts that decieve me...
Posted by concrete heart-strings on Wed, 21 Feb 2007 01:23:00 PST

"i need release...

and i don't think i'ma find it between your legs." [s.d.]okay, so "super cop" called me today, but i'm not sure if i should call him back.he left me a message: "mai tai's after work this weekend?"hmmm...
Posted by concrete heart-strings on Fri, 09 Feb 2007 12:23:00 PST

tempt.

i have always thought that the grass was greener on the other side.what i have failed to notice, up until i was over that fence and had landed on the crisp green, leafy thick grass, were the deeply se...
Posted by concrete heart-strings on Mon, 05 Feb 2007 02:04:00 PST

current events

So it's been a while (okay, more than just a while), since I've graced the pages of my blog with nothing more than a blank stare and a loss of words. I couldn't figure if I was just lost in personal t...
Posted by concrete heart-strings on Mon, 25 Dec 2006 08:04:00 PST

a work in progress

something i'm working on so diligently these days... so i've been working on my self portrait for several weeks now, and am FINALLY starting to lay my colors out. there are still adjustments being mad...
Posted by concrete heart-strings on Sat, 25 Feb 2006 09:05:00 PST

some shit i found diggin' through a crate

shit's twisted. but i've untwisted it. i'm in a state of solitude these days. not much to do, but in actuality, there's plenty to move. i keep repacking my shit as if the smaller i can make it, the m...
Posted by concrete heart-strings on Thu, 23 Feb 2006 07:31:00 PST

i'm tangled up in you

i miss my boyfriend. and it's been 4 days. i'm slowly getting used to the fact that i have to think of someone else when it comes to my emotions and my actions. and you know, i kinda like it. i've bee...
Posted by concrete heart-strings on Thu, 02 Feb 2006 02:24:00 PST