Archive for July, 2014


I like this….

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I wanted to write and ask if you were awake
Coz my mind is hurting real bad,
There’s a tornado of thoughts a hurricane of emotions
And their all leaving me empty and sad,
You fill that void
I don’t know why,
I take another breath
Release my long held sigh,
This isn’t working
I need to be over you,
It’s like my soul’s been searching forever
And your what it needs so true,
You’ve infected my skin heart mind and soul
Infected it all,
It makes me weak
And you stand tall,
Line me up
To take the fall,
I’m your fool
Just at your beck and call,
When will I learn
Is it possible to break free,
Of this bond bound by the chains of time
To forget about you and just be me,
But you I don’t want to
Forget,
Your in my heart, my soul
My skin,
Here’s a knife cut me deeper
Never stop coming in….

.x.

….I am and always will be….
….your fool….
.x.

~ For M…… ~

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Intimacy…. Giving someone a part of you that no other can have…. .x.

.x.

Invoking thoughts….

 

 

“A picture speaks a thousand words….” 

 Do you believe that? I think it tells a lot more. An intriguing story, a wondrous tale, a hundred thousand different meanings, and each meaning both different and emotionally thought provoking.

 So I have a question is there a picture/photo/drawing that every time you see it you are filled with thoughts, with whats, with maybes? 

“A picture can invoke a hundred million thoughts….”

I wondered if any of you would be willing to share a picture/photo/drawing that inspires you?

I hope you all have a happy Tuesday and that someone makes you smile today.x.

~ Water so red…. ~

 

 

red water

I walked along the waters edge

so red so red,

So full of 

bloodshed,

A hundred souls lives taken

in fight,

Their eerie cry’s echo 

in mist in the night,

They fought in battle

let loose their war cry,

In the name of their king

they were willing to die,

They won they won

and yet and still,

The fighting goes on

under the water until,

Their souls can break free

and rise up to the sky,

The souls they keep fighting

they don’t question why,

So I stand at the water

so bloodied so red,

And I remember the men

all of them dead,

Their cries of battle

always heard in the night,

The water churns red

until the first light….

.x.

Thank you for the picture and inspiration, you know who you are….

 

 

My perfection

is that I’m imperfect….

Only by accepting my flaws

am I perfect….

My imperfections make me perfect

they make me who I am

and most importantly,

who I’m meant to be.

By accepting I’m not perfect ( nor will I ever be ),

I am stronger….

.x.

~ Make a memory…. ~

 

 

Come walk with me in silence

as we walk along the sand,

The sea far in the distance

like a shimmering distant land,

Show me your perspective

show me what you see,

Show me the rock pools crabs and secrets

and the things you know to be,

The soft wet sand skims endless

a ripple from a breeze,

Clearest blue of skies

the only shadow cast by far off trees,

Make me smile as only you can do

as I listen to you talk,

Make the perfect memory

as in silence we do walk….

 

.x.

 

~ …. For M. You always inspire me to write. Hugs you so much and care about you loads.x.x. …. ~

 

 

~ ? …. ~

 

 

Softly whisper

softly hear,

Those words I long

so dear so clear,

Talk me a spell

whispered on the breeze,

Weave your magic

through the trees,

Down hills over valleys

across the sea,

Whisper your magic

tell it to me,

A train sounds in the distance

a soft-ish clickity  clack,

Then slowly disappears fading

it changed its course its track,

The pit pit pitter-patter

of sweet soft summer rain,

It tells a wondrous story

makes me love you more again,

I listen to those whispered words

your spells eerie echo’ed song,

And I know I’ll fall in love

so deeply forever and for so long,

Show me your stars as I’m coming closer

cascade your rain upon my skin,

Over flow me with emotion

till it pours forth from within,

Show me again your smile

before you turn to go,

Let me feel your warmth your sweet embrace

then turn your back as over you tell me so….

 

.x.

 

 

~ Inspired by a photo…. ~

 

 

So softly I

heard your ghosted laugh,

A reminder of all the memories

that have past,

I wondered bare foot through

the woods,

Your words ringing quite clearly

“babe you just can’t love me, I’m such damaged goods,

The mist it curled

around my feet,

Tendrils curling up my legs

and with a shadowed iciness it did greet,

I carried on with thoughts of you out into the clearing

towards the shore,

And suddenly I realized I

don’t need you any more,

It was always in my mind

as my hearts a whirlwind you couldn’t touch,

The mist releases your ghosted laugh

makes me smile so very much….

 

.x.

 

 

 

(I miss you….)

I’ve never felt so empty so lost

and so in need,

of your words as I do right now….

I’ve never wanted to be in your

company,

as much as I do at this moment….

I’ve never longed for the sound

of your oh so sexy voice,

like I do now….

I’ve never missed

the warm comforting smell of you,

like this before….

This is new….

This is wrong….

…. I think

I’m falling….

.x.

( Inspired by a funny frog.x. )

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