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Little thoughts…

So I had a little thought and turned it into words…

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Write it out…

Let it flow…

That’s right isn’t it? Let it flow… let it pour… let it go…

There are so many words trapped inside. So many emotions. So many feelings. Can I start at the beginning? I don’t even know where that is…

I’m numb. But no. I’m not. The atmosphere is emotionally charged. I feel it in my skin. The rumbles of a storm in every breath I take. …calm down, count to ten, keep breathing… I don’t want to calm. I don’t want calm. I want storms and ripped and wretched and bare…

And I smile… but the smile never hits my eyes. It doesn’t light me. It’s false. As false as the mask I wear. I’m another bad actor in some awful forgotten play.

…let the words out…

Find a song to open this damn and let the emotions into the words.

Song choice. Florence and the Machine. What the water gave me.

~…Strength…~

Old tree

blackened by time,

Shaped by the wind

as it passes down the line,

Gnarled branches

barren and bare,

Living and breathing

but barely there,

The rain it falls

darkest storm,

Rip the sky in two

tree stands forlorn,

Lightening hits the ground

scorched earth wet,

Tree stands alone

nothing happens and yet,

It’s just a tree

no beauty or grace,

So very alone

in this desolate place,

Wind howls louder

higher higher,

Lightening tears across the sky

brilliance of white fire,

Old tree braces

against the wind stands so still,

Steadfast and alone

strength and iron will…

The words they don’t make sense. There’s no power. No anguish. No desolation, turmoil, wretchedness. No depth. It’s all wrong and not enough. I’ve built these walls so high the emotion, the depth is struggling to get out. It’s drowning in an endless ocean of words. I can’t find the lever to release it all in this symphony of sounds. It’s to dark. So dark. I can’t swim.

…calm down, count to ten, keep breathing… I don’t want to calm. I don’t want calm. I want storms and ripped and wretched and bare…

I want feeling.

Depth…

Littles story….

“Tell me a story.” He said.

So she said his name.

He took a sideways glance, “Short story…” He mused.

She smiled. “There was One. But it wasn’t really One. It was missing a slight piece, so it was less than One.”

He look across again, wondering if she would continue.

“It spent it’s life being content to be less than One. Never quite being whole. But the world never noticed. And so One spent life looking whole on the outside but finding it’s self lacking on the inside.”

He was quiet. “That’s quite a sad story.” He finally said.

She looked up at him. “One gave up hope of ever finding the missing piece to make its self complete.”
“But fate and destiny are strange. When one gave up? The missing piece entered Ones life.”

“And does One feel whole now?” He smiled.

“Yes.”
“One is finally complete. No missing piece. One is now whole.”

“You are silly.” He smiled ☺

Random thoughts…

There are times

My thoughts get the better of me,

Times I think I should

Set you free,

But then we’d lose

Both me and you,

This love is worth it

The hard times to,

In loving you I’ve

Come to see,

There’s a well

Inside of me,

One that loves you

Endlessly,

My missing piece

Searched my whole life through,

I always felt empty

Until I found you…

Love and doubt and love

My heart is in pieces

all tattered and torn,

Scars I have many

these walls they adorn,

I see you

like a shining light,

A beacon of hope

in my dark of night,

Dreams they engulf me

bring me shattering down,

Doubt like a tidal wave

making me drown,

But love pure love

so solid and true,

Brings me again

to rise before you….

.x.

~….The gift….~

Imagine your hopes and desires

take them and times them by ten,

Take all your dreams for the future

to the past and then present again,

Add sweet dash of magic

stir it with truest loves kiss,

A pinch of the softest caress

the moment of eternal bliss,

Pour it in a heart of glass

the fragility and hope of new,

And if you can imagine it all

then you’ll know how I feel about you….

.x.

See the magic….

Think of a wondrous wonderland

of colours red golden green,

So many sights to entice you

of things unspoken unseen,

Of pixies dancing

the night away,

The owls fly low

moon beams out to play,

And in the clearing

in the wood,

The wise old oak

so silent stood,

A lonesome stag

stands by his side,

A bond of trust

nature turns tide,

The oak so old

a testament to time,

His generations grow around him

wisdom passed down the line,

The stag walks to

the waters edge,

A solitary figure

upon the rocky ledge,

He takes a drink

as eyes dart around,

Ears pricked up

unfamiliar sound,

Campers laughing

thin smoke in the wood,

They’ve no idea at the magic

its misunderstood,

The campers settle down

it’s been a long day,

Night owl screeches loudly

passes on his way,

Over the trees

low over valley,

Into the town

atop post in dark alley,

The alley is lit

from street lights cast glow,

Hiding the undesired

the forgotten of life’s flow,

But within the forgotten

there’s magic to see,

And they know of natures beauty

of all it can be,

For the forgotten see

with untainted eye,

The magic of life

the rest of us pass by….

.x.

Thoughts….

Your my pleasure

Your my pain,

Spin me in circles

Your such a drain,

The more I lose

The more I gain,

Tell me what

Your gonna do,

I’m so wound up

So into you,

All through the day

you do burn bright,

Set yourself on fire

see the light,

Oh sail away

on seven sea,

Run from a storm

you can’t break free,

From flame filled eyes

look at the dawn,

The light chase shadows

across the morn,

And through this new day

you will burn bright,

Burning embers in your eyes

to bring comfort and warmth at night….

.x.

She wasn’t made like the rest

no she wasn’t made that way,

The blackness the battles within her

for she kept her demons at bay,

Surrounding herself in the icy cold

none she let through to her heart,

She kept it surrounded by forests

a warmth many fires it could start,

A warrior her words

were her blade,

Her shield

something she had made,

No she wasn’t like the rest

she was a black rose,

Her mind filled with promises

and prose,

No she wasn’t

like the rest,

To a Knight

she would’ve been a mere test,

But her heart

was found by a King,

No easy feat

no easy thing,

And that’s where the

story does start,

This King

he found her heart,

No she wasn’t like the rest

sharp thorns so full of prose,

She wasn’t like the rest

Those velvet depths

hidden in a plain black rose….

.x.

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