Love is…

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “I Want to Know What Love Is.”

Love is…

The night you wished you were being kept warm through the cold twilight air.
Wondering the seconds away, not knowing if it was ever fair.
When you screamed your lungs out by the empty shoreline and the wind stole your voice.
Tears of joy well up in your red-teary eyes as you rejoice.
It warms the heart, it tears the soul.
It’s beautiful inside, yet, your patience has taken on a toll.
When you wake up drunk when you never had a drop of drink last night.
But, it’s fine because it feels right.
To feel empty and full at the same time.

The love is real.

Love is life…
Pizza is life…
Life = Love pizza.

❤ Icesabel

Paradoxical

Ummm.. nah.. I’m neither feeling depressed nor confused of any sort.
Just remembered that I’ve got a number of poems stuck in my old bag that I found a few days back when I was spring cleaning my stuff out.
Forgotten to upload the rest of my artwork.. but… hummm~ nevermind.. not that it really matters anyway.

 

Inspired by Andrew Rayel’s 550 (Senta Aether Mix)

Daily Prompt: Always Something There to Remind Me

Daily Prompt: Always Something There to Remind Me.

A song comes on the radio and instantly, you’re transported to a different time and place. Which song(s) bring back memories for you and why? Be sure to mention the song, and describe the memory it evokes.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us PAST.

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There are tons of songs that remind me of different sections of my past.
But, I’m not really in the mood to be so emotional based on memories.

Most of my artwork are based on music and this is one of them.
So.. yeah.. today’s post will be a daily prompt + artwork one.

Just the Way You Are

The song from Bruno Mars called “Just the way you are”.
Whenever I hear this song, I remember my other half (keep) telling me that I should stay the way that I am.
He fell in love with me… the one who look like me… the original me (not one who wants to look “perfect” based on media’s or “society”‘s standards).
Telling me not to be insecure (although, I’d probably always be because of my negative past).
I love this song.

All women/men should dedicate this song to their partner.
Cheers to being beautiful inside out!

❤ Icesabel

The Broken Ones

Sorry, I have no idea who the artwork is from.
My DA account has been deleted a long time ago and this was done around 4 years ago.
The poem is mine though.

Such a broken girl I was.

Anyway, give a little listen to this song.

I can’t help it, I love the broken ones
The ones who need the most patching up
The ones who have never been loved
And oh maybe I see a part of me in them
The missing piece always trying to fit in
The shattered heart, hungry for a home.
No you’re not alone, I love the broken ones.

A lot of us have been broken one time or another.
This song… hits me right to the core.

I love the broken ones more so than those who aren’t.
But, I won’t be that judgemental towards the latter.
When you start seeing, feeling and then, remembering a similar event happening.
Watching someone else doing something, but, yet, seeing yourself in their shoes instead.
You see yourself at the other end.

I’ve been broken many more times than I can count them out via memory.
Sometimes, I see my life… so beautifully painted.
Yet, beneath the surface, I see a sad little girl trying to build her own pathway alone.
Sometimes, in tears… sometimes, with a smile.

But, the best part of it all is to write all these down.
Happy or sad parts.
Good or bad.
Because some day, I would love to read all of these.
Hoping… so hoping… that I can say,

“What a silly girl I’ve been. I might’ve been broken a lot of times, but, with those pieces, I’ve continuously and consistently build something new, better and stronger.”

 

❤ Icesabel

Pretty Hurts

I love the meaning of the song.
I love her voice.

Unfortunately, I don’t really fancy the hypocrisy.
For one, she has a nose surgery.
Two, she’s already naturally beautiful (since the beginning) and is using it to her own benefit, except that she does work hard at working out to not be very overweight, so she can easily say those things.

Okay.. okay.. you don’t necessarily need to be ugly to say what you think about this.
But, it’s still tougher on media-inclined “not-so-perfect” girls out there who actually cares about what others say.

I still love the message that is being portrayed though.

It’s the soul that needs the surgery.

 

I guess the rich can get away with staying pretty and younger-looking longer.
But, how beautiful is beautiful?
Plus, are they beautiful on the inside?

It’s easier to say it than to really be able to push all the voices away.
For a very long time, I was being made fun of by so many kids when I was young for my crooked teeth and other imperfections.
Eventually, I got braces when I started to work and got my own pay.
How my exs pointed out my physical imperfections AND compared me to other girls who are by default very beautiful girls.
That hurt like hell… to be compared and brought down upon.
My relatives keep poking fun at me for years that I’d never have a bf or get married because I’m super skinny.
As if it was my fault that I could never gain weight even how hard I tried to. >_>

Although I did nothing to change anything else other than my teeth.. braces is an ouch factor… that made my cheeks sunken in.

Mine wasn’t because of media.
It was because I grew up thinking that I really am ugly.
It wasn’t just one or two people.
It was A WHOLE LOT of people, since I was young until.. well.. my relatives still say I’m ugly and skinny (but this one didn’t bother me any more).
The only people who said I was pretty was a few other exs and my other half.
Not even my own mum or grandma who took care of me said I was pretty.. not that I ever asked for their opinion about it.

I eventually saw that it was their own insecurities, being plain irritating, asking for the impossible perfection or they themselves believe in the media, that made them say what they did.

It wasn’t my soul that needed surgery.
It was theirs.
Resorting to hurting me, whether they realised it or not.
I don’t have much luck in life anyway.
Oh well~

Enjoy the song.
^_^

 

❤ Icesabel

No Price on Us

Title: No Price on Us
Year Created: 2010
Tools: Photoshop CS3
Method: Photo-manipulation
Stocks: 5 photos from deviantART

Model:

 – Account has been deactivated

Background:

 – Gargoyle

 – City landscape

 – Sunset in the sky

 – Sea under sunshine

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I thought you wanted what I wanted
You left me
Left me wanting you

Now I’ve got nothing
I’ve got nothing
If I’ve got everything but you
We had something that I’ve been missing
Since I’ve got everything
Everything but you
Everything
Everything but you

You know I got so much
But nothing’s worth enough
To put a price on us

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This piece was inspired by the song, Everything But You, from Brian Mcfadden.
It reminds me, although, not particularly similar, of my other piece called Rather Be Poor.

Nothing is more precious than the people you love. </3

 

❤ Icesabel