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Happened again…

I dream of dragons

and fearless knights,

Witches and Warlocks

fairytale delights,

Fae and Werewolves

inquisitive eyes glow,

They walk so quietly

howl each other down low,

Then head tipped up

with a howl so high,

Watch Demons and nightmares

glide across the sky,

Paws hit the dirt

a galloping roar,

The coming of

a ferocious war,

Teeth snap fur flies

power and rage,

Healers heal witches chant

words from a forgotten age,

Annnndddd… again I’ve lost my thread… if I can come back to this and finish it? I’ll delete and repost but? I wanted to post this to show that this, this above, is what keeps happening. My drafts are full of stuff not finished. Too many untitled and titled posts. All because I lose the threads. I lose the magic that is weaving so eloquently down my veins.

I’ve written quite a few times about wolves. Do I believe in fairytales? Fairytales are stories, all stories come from truths told in different ways. Each truth woven throughout time into the Fairytales we love today. Without seeming even more loony than I already come as? I’ll just say I have reason to be open minded to things. Just because we can’t see something? Doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist, whether paranormal or supernatural. Ok I sound nuts…

Anyway… another poem for the unfinished list. …sigh… I’ll try again. Always tomorrow right? Maybe I’ll write better then… its disheartening to me just lately… I look at some blogs and they post sometimes 2 or 3 poems a day, like how are you doing that?! I struggle with posting 1 a day! Am I doing it wrong? Is it because I write it straight onto here and not on paper first? (Paper copy comes after I hit post). Hmmm….? I don’t know…

I guess in other really boring news? I went out Monday. I mean actually out walking. I was 5mins from home. I went with the eldest girl who understands my anxieties and is amazing at trying to remove my mind to other things. She holds hands, links arms and when I’m repeating I need to go home like a mantra? She’s telling me I can do it. She was brilliant Monday. It was about 9pm and we left the driveway turning left to the alleyway. That’s when it started, it started getting harder to breathe, I could feel my chest tightening and it hurt, my head started pounding and I was starting to feel dizzy. It was harder to get words out, tears started. And people wonder why I don’t go out? Honestly I love nature. Trees and fields and streams and rivers and walking without ever seeing another soul. Because that’s my fear… people. It’s not the going out, it’s people. I don’t want to be near people. Not anyone. You don’t live in my house? Go away from me. There are a few safe people but even a few of those are now no longer safe. I can’t explain this… this irrational fear of people…

Grrrrrr…

I hope your day is a great one today. I really do. I hope its good to you. Because good days are always the best. Whether its something big rhat makes us smile or something small and seemingly insignificant like a flower or a bee(I love both!). Whatever makes you smile? I hope you see it today because we all need a smile. Sending you all a hug.x.

You….

You took a blade
And carved my skin,
You used your talent
The perfect sin,
You made me fall
So deep in love,
That I would rate you
From above,
You played your game
I’m just a toy,
Here for boredom
For you to enjoy,
Someone online
Just a game,
Here until
Your enjoyment wane,
There was just one thing
You did so wrong,
You opened my heart
You gave it a song….

So now my heart
Is on the floor,
And you don’t give
A fuck anymore,
If I bleed or
If I’ve cried,
Because your toy is gone
Game died,
Tell me are you so empty inside
That you just don’t care,
And all those sweet nothings that you’ve said
Did all my words you share,
Was anything real
At all,
Or was it just a laugh
To let me fall,
Was I a pastime
For when you’re bored,
When you are all
I have adored,
So break my heart
I do love you,
I always will
Those words so true….

…Raining again…

It’s raining

I hear it I feel it slipping off my skin,

Change of temperature

a heat rising from within,

Why does the rain

always affect me,

I’ve always wondered

why it sets something in me free,

The rain drips

splish splash splish splash,

My pupils dilate

heartbeat speeds in a flash,

Drops hit the puddles

plop,

And I’m transfixed

emotions over the top,

Puddle ripples

with the onslaught of rain,

An overloaded feeling

running through my brain,

Coldness runs its icy fingers

down my skin,

Goosebumps

set off flares within,

feeling lost in waters caress,

Absorbing the magic

that it possess,

The beauty of

the rain so true,

Dark clouds covering

skies of blue…

.x.

405

Sat here thinking about you..

your the only anchor in the storm that’s in my mind…

everything else moves and whirls in my sea of thoughts and emotions but not you,

your steady and unmoving.

 I hear your voice in my mind,

soft and quiet, and yet clear.

I see the ghost of your smile as your there steady and strong.

Everything else is picked up and thrown around by my thoughts and emotions as a storm kicks up in my mind…

but not you.

You don’t move. Still and steady and strong.

Like an anchor…

.x.

Your my pleasure
your my pain,
Your endless summer
refreshing rain,
Your my darkness
elernal light,
Your my daytime
and my night,
Your my heart
and your my soul,
For you I hunger
you own me whole,
I guess your in my life
sent from above,
For I have
eternal love….
.x.

403

My heart always writes you into books,

books bound with my bones for spines

and inks made of blood.

Weaving enchantingly glorious technicolour

words across my skin.

And I always wondered if you knew?

Did you know my heart puts you

into every story, poem, thought.

Puts your name in every page

of the books written

across my skin.

My heart the artist

and you?

You it’s only love…

.x.

…Anchor…

Anchor

your voice is my anchor throughout the day,

Your voice in my mind

holds me together when it goes astray,

I hear it

when the feelings get to rough,

It calls my name

when being around people gets to tough,

Its there

when I’m on my own,

Showing me I’m

never truly alone,

There are times I’m

so lost in my storm in the dark,

But you your my candle

you cracked a little spark,

Your my anchor

in my storm,

Your my thread

when I’m torn,

You keep me on the ground

when darkness comes to play,

And you show me that no matter what

you won’t go away…

.x.

D.V.

Trigger warning ⚠️

Domestic violence.

The simplest touch
the softest word,
All those sweet nothings
the love that I heard,
Time it moved on
and I fell in love,
Thought you were the best
a gift from above,
As time it moved on I
lost friend after friend,
Til you were my start
and you were my end,
Then came the accusing
of every guy I saw,
And I never even realised
controlling more and more,
The first time you hit me
i felt such a disgrace,
So much mess and so much glass
blood all over the place,
You told me I was nothing
as you slammed closed that door,
And I laid dazed and hurt
amid the mess on the floor,
Time it moved on
those hands nearly every day,
And then after how much you loved me
in each and every way,
More time and we had children
they’re my lights I don’t regret,
Then that day with the axe
imprinted I can’t forget,
More years and that table
the spade car poker knife,
That night with the car between us
blood pouring begging for my life,
That was when I realised
that I had to leave,
You weren’t letting up
there was no reprieve,
Now for 2 years
we’re not together,
Although you still want
a me and you forever,
You say if you can’t have me
then no one else can,
And you repeat this often
but get it your not my man,
I am not weak
and you will not win….

This poem is inspired by someone else’s true life story. No… I am NOT tarring every man with the same brush and women are just as much likely to be the abuser, but because of the stigma attached to domestic violence against males? Its less likely to get reported. Abuse is abuse. I don’t care who you are. Don’t degrade another, everyone deserves love, safety, happiness and the simple necessities that give a good quality of life. Okay… even I have a couple of exceptions to that and I’m honest enough to admit them… If you’re a rapist or if you in any form hurt a child/children? You get what you get and hell would be too good of a blessing for you.

Soooo… don’t read this and bitch about the subject matter. I will write about every and any subject. Infact I think I might do a couple of writing posts to show that despite the fact I’m half the picnic short of a picnic and definitely have more than a few screws loose, I can write.

Immortal you’re Immortal

here you never grow old,

Immortalised in the depths of love

here you’re never cold,

Writing you

into every line on every page,

Your the blood pour down my arms

passionate rage,

and I search every star

but none can compare,

I begged the moon to free me

but you’re imprinted there,

I’ve heard say when a poet loves you

it’s madness,

You’re my every emotion

my euphoria and sadness,

I burn for you

an out pouring declaration,

You’re my

inspiration medication liberation,

The blood pours down my arms

soul screeching raw,

Oblivious to the chaos around me

need you more and more,

You’re my muse my addiction

my delirious desire,

You set me alight

a conflagration great fire,

You set me in my place

break me free,

You define my boundaries

push this whirlwind that is me,

My embers

you flame and spark,

You fan my flames higher

explosions in the dark,

A poet will love you with madness

you’re a lifeline in chaos abyss,

You take my breath and break me down

utter heartbeat miss,

You give me blissful

memories,

Your my sun my sky

my grass flowers trees,

Every thought that plagues my mind

when I don’t sleep,

You encircle me with loving words

and with promises to keep,

My soul pours out

with sweet words of love,

I worship and adore you

heaven sent from above,

They say when poets love

its madness in their soul,

But my King my love my heart

you complete me make me whole,

Immortal you’re immortalised

on every page between the words on every line,

You are my love my soul

my hearts beat just mine,

My madness my chaos

you bring me to my knees,

My endless nirvana my destiny fate

my whirlwinds breeze,

You are the madness

deep inside my heart,

My euphoric inspiration medication liberation

your my spark,

Its you

only you always you,

My fated my destiny

my heart my song so true,

You’re the blood in my veins

the air that I breathe,

The calm inside my madness

my release when I’m begging please,

I am the poet

and I bleed for you,

Immortalised

in lovers words so true…

.x.

Writing to a song…

I wanted to tell you

that I’d searched stars to find your smile,

That I stopped at your words

and pondered for a while,

That for me the moon showered you

in truths and I fell deeper under your glow,

I felt passion roar as strong as the ocean

when you smiled and you know,

I know that you know

as you give me that cock grin,

And desire swirls inside me

overflowing from within,

And your sweet touch filling me

with electricity bursting through,

My body my mind lost

lost and found by you…

.x.

Written to the song…

Where ever you will go.

By

The Calling.

.x.

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