fine lines and scars

Yes I have some scars
And yes some of them are ours
But I also have smile lines
And those are all mine.
:)
~Beth ~

Outlines of tattoos

Im going to trace all the parts of you I remember with the finger of my mind until I have an outline. Until I have a figure I recognize. And then I'll cry and pick up my shovel and my plastic castle and bury you in some sandy corner of my mind. And I'll draw some imaginary line that I'll never let myself cross in the sunshine. I'll probably say I forgot all about it but have the map tattooed on my forearm. I'm crazy about you like that.
~Beth~

Love and life in pictures

Sweating Rainbows

The way you would feel if sunshine was in your veins and your pours were sweating rainbows

Sail

Dang your soul, the way it formed with to mine. Now your gone and I am too.

Drawing out ourself

We are different with different people, some people draw out different things in us because there are different things in them. They mix with us like a chemical reaction in a lab. We become different things together. We are dirt and science and soil and most of all soul. We are who we touch and who touches us.
-beth

For: September

September
Thoughts like a landscape you can stand on the edge of,
times of your life you can't get enough of.
September smells like twenty three.
Reminds me of inspiration and eternity.
September said he loved me until we died and died again,
I believed in September and gave my love to him.
A promise of for ever,
left out the first door of October.
Lord if you could leave a little wonder after all the lights of life go out
I know you'll lay it in September between breaths that I remember.
Hide it on the breeze
underneath some tall pine trees.
I’ll look for it at dusk
along with a handful of yesterdays trust.
Since your still out there I hope you feel me out here too,
the only place our souls will meet is underneath your sky of blue.
With summer in the back of your throat and winter on your tongue
I would love to wrap my arms around that September when I was young.
So here's to hoping that the way I love September is the way September is loving me.
By: Beth Soileau 9-6-2011