She’s headstrong and stubborn and fierce and thorough. There may be times when she will drive you mad but she fights and argues for what she believes is right. When she stops fighting, she stops caring, and your hope is lost.
She was darkness and he was darkness and there had never been anything before this time, only darkness and his lips upon her. She tried to speak and his mouth was over hers again. Suddenly she had a wild thrill such as she had never known; joy, fear, madness, excitement, surrender to arms that were too strong, lips too bruising, fate that moved too fast.
I am pouring out
my heart for you.
I am there for you
when no one else
dares to be.
I held your trembling face
in my hands
as tears abandoned your
desperately seeking shelter
in the warmth of my love.
The times have moulded us
into beings the mirror can
no longer recognize.
Our laughs still echo
with the voices of
in the swift winds
of the past.
our times have ended
but my heart still breathes
a little more deeply
every time I hear
Smoke still sits on the battlefield
But I hear music in the air
Or is that the ringing in my ears
Maybe I’m to shell shocked to care
I’ve lost my bearings, I’m not sure where
To go, or turn, or stop, or stare
Looks like rubble around me
I told myself I’d never be weak enough to fight
Yet here I am, sprawled out in a meadow
Stained with surprise and subtle sorrow
Not a mark on me but
Bewilderment slips out of me like blood
Dazed and confused as to exactly what happened
Something tells me this isn’t the end
Somewhere a lone sentinel stands
Seeking my heart with shaking hands
Is this really a good time, I ask
Where were you last night
When I took a mortal moment to close my eyes
And woke to swords instead of sunlight
My heart and head
Are growing colder
You might be worse for the wear but
I’m no soldier
Open ears, broken ribs
Softened souls and battle hymns
That’s how the distant song begins
The wind blew in again
Cinnamon crisp with a tinge of regret;
Another day, another mile
Farther from what she knew.
The breeze played at her cheeks
Biting and caressing in turns,
An old lover come to start anew.
She sighed, drawing the tempest into her lungs
Holding it where she could taste the what ifs and could have beens
With lingering notes of wonder to color the aftertaste of someday
Clinging to her lips, silently waiting for affirmation.
She exhaled and with it mountains were moved
As she evacuated the remains of yesterday
And held her breath as she waited quietly
For tomorrow to call to her loneliness.
to whoever reads this!!!
breathe in. breathe out. you’ve made it this far. that means that every day that seemed impossible to get through, was manageable and you trooped through it. so keep going. the sun is still shinning, the wind is still blowing, your heart is still beating. pups and kitties are still out there! so keep going. breathe again. you’ve got this!!!
To the young girl with corn rows who watched me as a baby
So my parents could fix up a home
To the one with blonde curls who spun me in circles
The first ‘older sister’ I’d known
To the boy from church who played in the dirt
And made sure all our games were outside
To the nice teacher’s aid who helped me with Latin
Who’s name I could never get right
To the one who was fast, as competitive as I was
Whose friendship pushed me to be better
To the one who could laugh and could cry for a show
But still have the sweetest character
To the one I would race when I was eleven
Despite him being five years older
To the one from the pool with braces and glasses
Who left since her dad was a soldier
To the one with a voice and opportunities
Rising to the stage and the screen
To the one full of himself, cute but annoying
Though perhaps unknowingly
To the one who appreciated my sweet disposition
And still does, saying I won’t change
To the one who could run and could sing and could dance
And would get everyone to engage
To the one with bright eyes and bubbly expressions
Who will always be there to support me
To the one with a soul and heart made of gold
Who fell in love with my musical musing
To the one who taught me so much about life
And helped me grow in understanding
To the one who was stubborn and fiery and firm
Yet elegant and tactful and crafty
To the ones who played parts, some big and some small
In the blurred amalgam of my past
While most I’ve not heard from in many years
A few old ones, have proven to last