fashion, trends

print to die for!

Haven’t blogged fashion in so long but I just had to steal this in.
From new York fashion week SS 2011 RTW.
Diane von furstenberg showed yesterday
Orange has been in and around the block–»if you have been in the colour blocking trend of recent.
But this print just wowed me-
I can imagine it on every dress and who does dresses better than the queen of the womanly shape DVF.
I can imagine it as a wrap dress (she invented that you know)
I see it as a pair of shorts
A blouse with blousson sleeves
I’m practically dying for this print.
*phew*

dvf*courtesy vogue.Fr

dvf*courtesy vogue.Fr

fulfillment, life, relationship woes

a thought before bed.

when the going was good.

when the going was good.

Sometimes when things go bad and stuff with love..
Is it the feeling of being in love we miss?
The feeling of having someone that excites you?
Or the fact that the person who made you feel those things is gone..
And that emotions of such a nature will lie asleep until someone comes to wake it up again?
Is it the human being you miss?
The things they brought into your life that were special or the fact that there’s no longer someone to make you feel so,giggle with and just be your inner child with?
What exactly do you miss when love leaves?
The hope that she carries away with her?
The threat of a life filled with loneliness?
The spirit of poor self esteem that creeps up on you?
The feeling of worthlessness?
What exactly makes love so love and lovely
What makes it something worth mourning about?
I secretly fear that what we miss is the feeling and not the person.
Maybe its all about the feelings
The butterflies
The excitement
The little kisses
The tingling
What exactly do we miss when love dies?

life

for you,i died

Someday you will find it
When I am gone
The notes I wrote
The paths I tread
The way I screamed
Asking for help.
The little beginnings
The final end
The little knife
The wrists or the drugs
The ones who ended it all
The peace that followed
Maybe flames of punishment
I have told you before
You think it is a joke
One day I will go.
Swift as the wind
Faster than sound.
Maybe before you.
You will wEep over my grave
You made me
And why?
I will have to ask before I go.
These are the ways
These are the thoughts
The clap before the dance
The drums that beat to the hip sway.
Time and time again
Like a child cowering in a corner
An adult trapped in their soul.
The voices that teleport
The actions that take me back.
The memories.
Crawling after you
My innocence
My sin unknown
I was not the reason
Why did you do it.
Why I suffer
The pain and the cross you bear
Glistening drops that fall
A perfect life should it be
Looking in from out
A model,an example
Now the train has chugged to a stop
The shadows have come out to play
It shall all be laid bare.
The deaths I died with me in your arms.