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Reasons You Should Never Love Me

I once read that you should never fall in live with a poet

And it wasn't until now I have realized the truth in those words

Some will find this so absurd

But at the midst of my poetic nature I find the problem

Because at first I'll start with a small sweet gesture

Just so I can see the scars on your heart and find their measure

Then I would do what I had to do just to earn your trust

So one day I could have your heart because my duty

Isn't to heal those scars

But to make a promise to your heart

It won't feel pain anymore

That I will forever protect it never will another scar be gained

From there I will search your soul for that part of you

That's so beautiful in the mirror it could never be revealed

Eventually I would have to admit the inevitable

That I have fallen in love with you

At that moment I would do what every writer would do

I would try to use my simplex vocabulary to describe our love

Only to immortalize it within the lines of a book

Then I will do nothing but love you with the every piece of my being

Only to know these are all the reasons you shouldn't love me

-Christian B Cantrell

Exert From: Poetic Thoughts of a Daydreamer

All Rights Reserved © 2014

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PART 1. I wish my intentions were always as pure as my hatred but the truth is that I will crush your ribcage before this all gets to your head I will push the splintered bone away with my fingers until they reach your aching heart Those fingerprints will become the scars you carry alone and while I watch you there all gasping for air and turning into stone I will wash my hands clean of your blood and leave you with the reminder of me PART 2. I could stop breaking bones I could of stayed and felt my head rise with the elevation of your chest with each breath instead of making myself a part of your past but I am a tornado on a reckless path searching for the bluest eyes I know and you’re just getting in my way I’m sorry I’m not the woman I used to be my scars are here to stay and my love has only one place to go his soul is on fire his arms are my only home the bluest eyes I’ll ever know

"parts of myself, the series" (c.d.g) © (via calliedellanogschwindwrites)

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PART 3. Seventy feet doesn’t seem like a lot until they are your last steps death always walks the line it’s the ticking clock and the great stealer of time it’s dressing our friends in black and reminding us of faces we can no longer touch why couldn’t we have more time? we could never have enough PART 4. I didn’t want to go through that door we were drowning in tears and hoping that perhaps we could never make the shore where do I begin? everyone is dressed in black we all know there is no going back to the beginning when we were all dressed down and drunk my heart sunk like a ship turned over by a wave a lifeless reminder laying still seventy feet away it’s the worst truth that I’ll ever know death will always find a home

"parts of myself, the series" (c.d.g) © (via calliedellanogschwindwrites)

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Who Says We Can Love?

Its something so undefined That its meaning can not be refined Into one word or four letters But yet we use it to describe the most heavenly of endeavors This leaves with a single question.

“What says I can love?”

So I begin my search for an answer in the past As if it is buried somewhere in historical facts After hours I realized this was something a time line couldn’t tell So I began to look else where And found myself reading through fairy tales Faithful that I could find my answer here After hours my faith began to lessen I knew my answer could be found in the stories of chivalrous knights and beautiful princesses My search was at a dead end I needed somewhere to search As my brain tried to look for a new place I walked to the bathroom and splashed water on my face As my vision rose it couldn’t have became more clearer Because my answer was starring at me in the mirror

- Christian Cantrell (The Lost Direction)

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Love Written in Braille

Its a past that taunts And memories that haunt These are the reasons the words can’t pour from my lips So, I put my hands around your hips Pulling your body next to mine Beginning to remove your clothing one article at a time As your hands move across my skin I can’t help but get chills As if my body has something to tell Baby with every touch I hope you can feel That its written across my skin in braille

-Christian Cantrell (The Lost Direction)

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Thorn Covered Angel

An angel of the earth Gaining scars since her birth Eventually they began to intertwine Running across her skin like a vine Sprouting thorns as if they were gods design Just her protection created from a cold world and hundreds of lies The thorns dotted her skin as if to say, "I can't love, I have already tried. Now alone is the only way I can reside." So every day she sat alone on a park bench and watched the sun rise Until one day he walked by He looked directly into her eyes He could see all her pain As his vision moved across her skin He could see how it had caused her to change He sat next to her a few simple words were exchanged Until they both went there separate ways To her surprise he was there the next day And this continued for years in the same way Until that one faithful day she had to ask the question, "Why have you done this for so long?" As the last syllable rolled off her tongue Making its way past her lips He threw his arms around her and silenced her with a kiss As he began to bleed she screemed, "Please, let go of me!" In reply he whispered, "Never, this pain is only temporary but I've wanted to show you I love you for what feels like forever." Then as she began to cry He finally smiled and closed his eyes Because now in her arms he could finally happily die The thorns dotted her skin dripping his blood as if to say, "I could've loved, I should have tried. Now alone is the only way I can reside." - Christian Cantrell (The Lost Direction)

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Standing between two doors

Its a strange feeling knowing that 24 hours from now I will be standing between two open doors in one room it will hold a casket with a friend lying within and within the other room another casket that will hold my own grandfather.

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Each day

Each day I grow older. As I do, I ask myself why the world seems colder. As I sit here writing what I think. I keep these emotions shallow. Because if I go to deep i just might sink. And begin to drown in my pens own ink. But if I'm still on the surface why can't I breath. Now that I think about it all I hear is my own heartbeat. So maybe im already drowning. And what I'm hearing is my heart playing its last song. And maybe I just wrote this wrong. And this should read. Each day the world grows older. As it does, I ask myself why I seem to get colder - Christian Cantrell (Lostdirection2)

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Damn...that's all I can say

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Babes & Boobs is a pro-public breastfeeding photo essay I wanted to personally start up in hopes of persuading society to normalize and not criticize breast feeding, as well as hoping to change the future for expecting moms. The money donated to this fund will go towards the printing of the fina…

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Check this out guys

Here is the second photo set for the Babes & Boobs project, a pro-public breastfeeding photo essay I wanted to personally start up in hopes of persuading society to normalize and not criticize breast feeding, as well as hoping to change the future for expecting moms. 

Megan is a personal friend of mine (actually, she’s my future sister in law!) so I was proud for her to want to participate in the project.  She’s one of the best moms I know, always instilling into her child, Eliana, to know what’s right and wrong, and to always be herself (and that she is!).

Megan: “I believe that the more normalized public breast feeding is, the less sexualized it will be. I know parents say ‘I don’t want my child/husband to see that’ but if they are taught at a young age what breast feeding is, and they see it for what it’s actually for, they won’t link a mom feeding her baby to something sexual.”

While we went out for ice cream, we had a wonderful chat with the woman working the ice scream parlor! (FYI I did not get her name).

Woman: “Are you just out taking pictures?” Me: “Actually we’re working on a photo project that supports public breast feeding!” Woman: *face lights up* “Well that’s just wonderful, I don’t see anything wrong with a woman feeding her child. I know that lady that just walked out, she has 5 of her own - all breastfed!”

http://www.sarahshootspeople.com http://www.babesandboobsblog.tumblr.com 

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Pixel Art

Here’s a little Thowback Thursday…I used to do pixel art!

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Check out my friend blog if you love poetry and writing

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A Part of me

A part of me died along time ago Not fast but very slow It bent and bent till it finally broke It was set a blaze only to end in smoke As it died I felt nothing but a hard feeling in my throat Like I was suddenly being choked You destroyed this part of me And left me just to be At the time I couldn't see What you had really done My vision was clouded with disappointment in you But I guess that's what I had to go through And now I should thank you You destroyed the part of me That wouldn't let me see Everything that I need Everything that i dream Was right In front of me That piece of me loved you But now I know how to love myself So i thank you for the damage you dealt - Christian Cantrell (lostdirection2)

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This fawn and bobcat were found in an office together, cuddling under a desk after a forest fire

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