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~ The Adventurers story ~

A poem about the Amazon for my Doodlebug.

Here in the forest

the trees so high,

Ever reaching upwards

they make their way towards the sky,

A snake slithers slowly

unfurls on a branch,

The toucan spies an insect

swoops down perfect chance,

Howler monkey’s

loudly howl,

I’m in their territory

and they’re on the prowl,

An anaconda aims

a hiss at a jaguar,

And I’ve totally lost track of time

and wandered from the path too far,

I turn to go

as macaws take flight,

The sun’s getting lower

it will soon be night,

The sky opens up

rain starts to fall,

But under the canopy of leaves

I barely feel it at all…x.

Doodlebug and her sister came up to me earlier, her sister said if I give you a word, Can you tell me a poem from it? The word was Amazon. Doodlebug claimed the poem. I dont think its too bad…

Just me…

Going back in time on here, I used to let the music play and just write. I dont do that anymore. Sadly most of the poems and stories I write sit either in my drafts folder or in the endless books I’ve here at home.

Song… Stormzy “Own it”

I remember talking with someone who told me that words mean nothing and are completely powerless and that actions are the only things that hold real meaning. I remember thinking but your so wrong(although I said nothing), words have the power to hurt and to heal. They can build you up or crash you so far down you begin to wonder whether life is even worth it. Words can tell wondrous tales or make your skin crawl with fear…

Song… Chiild “Count me out”

I’ve spent so much time thinking over the last couple of weeks. If I’m honest? Its thinking I really need to do. Its walking down those corridors I have totally sealed off, its opening doors in my mind ive been so afraid to open. Anyone who’s been reading my blog for a long time will have read at the hints to my less than amazing past and how it haunts me still. I’ve spent the last week sleepwalking all over the house and thats when I do sleep. Twice I’ve actually had to be woken up because I’ve been screaming and crying. Its funny how our minds lock everything away from us during the day only for our subconscious to taunt us as we sleep…

Song…Krysh Mecca “Wrongworld”

But I need to face these memories and slowly, really really slowly, I have over the last 5 years. I’ve become more me. Stopped trying to be everything that everybody else wants of me. This last 18months? I’ve worked harder at learning to like me or just accept me than I’ve done my entire life. I’ve just hit that stage finally where I guess its ok to be me… I came to be ok with life being hard and no one having all the answers or even any at all sometimes. And for me? The very biggest thing I’ve learned in the past 18 months? I learnt to trust someone. Sounds small but I dont trust.

Song… J S Bach “Prelude in C Major” has just ended and Blake Shelton “Mine would be you” has just started.

Hands to hold

Arms wrap around,

The night and its secrets

the only sound,

Echoing tales

Spun down through the trees,

Caressing warm skin

The softest of breeze,

Bunnies and crickets

Frogs splash and hop,

Silent swoosh of shadow

Owl perch on the tree top,

Annddd I’ve lost the feeling for this as my mind has spun off again, breaking away from the path it was on…

Song… Darius Rucker “If I told you”

You

You hold dreams in your eyes,

The exotic fairytale realms

The sea the stars the skies,

Your smile

Watching as your thoughts spin away,

And I know that I’d give

Forever and a day,

A star studded universe

The mountains and the sea,

For just a split second

You would look like that at me…

Hmmmm… writing to music has its ups and downs as as the song changes? I lose the feeling(unless I hit repeat!).

Song… Goo Goo Dolls “Use me”

Not writing to this song as I’m singing it as I stand here waiting for the last load of laundry to finish washing.

Song… Goo Goo Dolls “Let love in”

Hey girl I see you

Standing there,

Smiling like you

Don’t have a care,

But see those scars

You try to hide,

So scared to show

Your softer side,

Your fear of rejection

You don’t want to be hurt,

You class yourself lower

You’ve been treated like dirt,

And I see you’re so scared

Hide behind your smile,

Take a deep breath

Hold it for a while,

Its ok to be petrified

Have faith take a leap…

And there it is finally I guess… the whole reason I used to do this… because what was on my mind would finally come out… sigh… its been a long day…

Song… Kevin Garrett “How dare we fall”

Song… Thomas Rhett “Craving you”

My aim for tomorrow? Make a memory. For now though its to try my hardest to actually sleep…x.

~…Story telling tongue…~

Wrap me up in a story

entwine with vine from my feet,

Kiss blinding shards up my wrist

so teasingly do your lips greet,

Layered words of enchantment

lips spin spirals across skin,

Stroke fables of firelight

telling wondrously dark tales within,

Starburst your tongue

in sweet melody,

Sending shivers of passion

on a rolling wave free,

Hum explosions against me

sweet deepest desire,

Heat it builds higher

roaring great fire,

Short sharp breaths

moans laced at your leasure,

Holding goes deeper

dripping with pleasure,

Flaming words a conflagration

roll flagrantly from your tongue,

Dancing sexual fantasies across my skin

as I completely fall undone…

.x.

A blade… a pen… A blade…

The walls… The walls and I’m looking at the tiles. The rivulets of collected steam as runs in races chasing and colliding with eachother down invisible tracks. The steam rising across the room water vapour so thick I could cut it with this blade. This blade… calling me my only friend. Just one cut, just let it touch, pierce, prick, open… open me and let the words bleed black, an outpouring of grief of frustration of need, let it out and get free. The mirror is misted over, draw a smile when you frown, a mask for the world to see. Here in this room I’m just breaking, emotions shattered glass rip through me. That blade calling my name. Its sweet melody so intoxicating, so free. Drip drop drip the sink tap not turned off correctly. A gush like steady comforting rain from the shower,turning this room into a mysterious foggy jungle. Let me be the explorer on my way to higher depths come closer sweet blade my treasure awaits, the pleasure awaits, with bated breaths I long for your touch sweet blade. Rip these seams apart, out pour words of black, leave me with colour, never look back. Run away run away, no more screams in the night. No more exhaustion as I watch those first lights. Blade touches skin, breaking the seams, rip me apart cascading ebony tides,and I’m the warrior of my ship at the helm my own realm… cascading faster a flurry of black drip drop drip I hear the water drip. Must correctly turn the tap off but the shower sings to me of mists and times forgotten calling me of a sweet caress. I drop the blade in wonder at the showers calling, but its to late and I’m just stalling. Pick my blade back up, you sweet unassuming wand. The river runs black, down my skin out my hand. Oh sweet blade take these rivers of black, take my outpouring and never look back… I watch the gatherings of mist form collectively on the tiles and as they over fill and tip downwards racing eachother, weaving and colliding to their destination at the bottom, a collection of fallen vapour droplets, do they dance like the ones singing sweet lullabies in the air? A deep breath in and do my lungs fill with their songs? Come on sweet blade… flick that shower off, we’ve a world to step back into…

The mind of a writer is a strange and wondrous thing, how our every day can turn into visions and metaphors of lost worlds and fantastical realms beyond comprehension. How those that live in reality only would think us a mindfuck of lsd enhanced nightmares and wonder at our mental states as we step through life in a glorious technicolor of dreamscapes finding wonder and enchantment in the normal every day and mundane… just my personal thoughts anyway…

A writing exercise…

I dont know if anyone does this but I often do… set your play list to random or just listen to the radio and pick up a pen, listen to the song and let both the song and your emotions dictate the words. Always ends up a small poem because you have to finish when the song finishes.

Anyway…

Song: Need You Now By Lady Antebellum.

The song plays

and I’m breaking,

The song plays

and I’m shaking,

This depth of sorrow

consuming me,

Need you so bad

try to break free,

I need you

right here right now,

Don’t care ’bout nothing else

and I don’t care how,

I miss you I miss you

I’m caving,

Can’t stay strong giving in

I’m craving,

This damn song plays

and I’m breaking,

Thoughts consumed by you

and I’m shaking…

.x.

Bird just a bird sitting on the concrete

tell me why do you look at the sky?

Oh tell me little birdie

on broken wing can’t you fly?

Scamper around in the grit and the dirt

why do you walk in the gutter?

Show me birdie where is your song

please tell me why do you stutter?

And you look my way

with remorseful eye,

Then tilt your sweet head

to the crystal clear sky,

Come on little birdie

have faith i do say,

Have courage little birdie

your wings are ok,

And you expand your chest

and stretch out your wings,

You fly into the sky

your melodious voice sings,

And with a smile

I turn from the mirror…

.x.

I fell in love

I gave you my heart,

You had your agenda

right from the start,

I handed you

such an intricate knife,

And then stupidly trustingly

gave you my life,

And you eloquently carved

across barest skin,

You fuelled my desires

fires raged from within,

Carving intricacies and fables

delectably soft,

I adored and I worshipped

held you revered aloft,

Carving and weaving stripping layers

lay me bare,

Carve my bones

till not there,

Just a ghost standing in the shadows

an echo a toy,

Took a long time to realise

not a man just a boy,

And yet I’ve loved you

right from the start,

And nievely trustingly

gave you my heart…

.x.

Tired angel

with broken wings,

Fluttering heart

soft song sings,

Pick yourself up

from dusty floor,

You were made

for so much more,

Although your softly wings

of black,

Hang broken and ragged

around your shoulders and back,

You hold tendrils of softness

in the dark gray,

Bringing a warmth

as you go on your way,

Smile little angel

smile your warmth today,

For you bring brightness

to somebodies day,

And without you in it?

their world would be gray,

You’re worth so much more than you know…

.x.

A memory just memory

a memory of times gone by,

Trying to be the strong one

can’t you see how much I cry,

I go to bed with an empty ache

this ripping at my heart,

Why are you so set on shredding me

you’re slowly tearing me apart,

I’m only human I bleed

only human I break,

Just how much more

till its too much to take…

.x.

Some books inspire…

Fingers cascade on

fiery skin,

Pleasure burns

from deep within,

Soft gasp passions soar

higher higher,

Senses heightened

slow burn spread fire,

Lips leave trails

telling wondrous tales,

Fingers touching

lust explode,

Closer together

movements slowed,

An intimate moment

captured in the dark,

As he lights her up

his fiery spark…

.x.

Picture found at…

https://images.app.goo.gl/geVMVF2V2AYk8xMi8

Inspired by the book “Taming the Dragon” by Emma Mountford.

Amazing book!

And written to the song “Tennessee Whisky” by Chris Stapleton.

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