I am blessed, even though my life isn’t perfect, and no ones is, I am thankful.
I lost my dad and my uncle this past summer…life I know goes on, but it will
feel different this year. I wasn’t close to my dad, and he lived in another
state, but I have memories, pictures, and two shirts I wear and a small pocket
knife I keep in my pocketbook. I am apart of him…..
Today, my daughter and I put up our tree, not real, and not too big,
but I enjoyed that simple time with her. She is getting older, and I cherish
that time with her, even with the smart mouth, and being obnoxious, but
I know she gets it honest LOL!!!
I am thankful for my the gift that God gave me, my writing, and I’m sure
most of my work He wouldn’t approve, but I feel in my soul that that darker
side is apart of me too, and somehow loves, not judges like most people
would. He knows my thoughts before I do, so I know he knows my soul like
no one would.
Tomorrow is Thanksgiving, and I will be going to two dinners. One at my
grandparents and the other, my in-laws. I am SO very thankful that even though
my uncle won’t be there this year, HE is in all of us, and will be there silently watching,
laughing, listening to our conversations, smiling, joking around like he was still there.
I love spending time with the family, having a good meal, and just being plain silly.
There are so many others who don’t have what I have, and I am thankful what I have
been given in this lifetime. Life isn’t all roses and rainbows……it hurts, it tears us apart
at times, splinters, breaks pieces of of off that we feel we may never get back, but I am
still standing, in strength and grateful that I can reflect and see how much I have grown.
I would also like to say thanks to you guys, the one that follow me, like my work,
comment, re-blog, getting my work out there for others to read. It means a lot to
me to share my work, apart of myself with you, letting you into my weird, dark,
twisted world. As you can see, I am just like you guys, no different, have thoughts
and feelings, not this dark, deranged person that comes out in my work. I do have
a softer side as well. So, these are the things I am blessed for, and I wanted to share
them with you. I wish you ALL a very thankful, blessed Thanksgiving….make some
From me to you:
I want to abort, contort you through my
Lucid, I see life moving in you, abstract
forms growing, showing me underneath….
Veins, peek, greet me….
I run my hand through your crimson waters,
touching bone, licking lips, tracing tips….
You harden, pleasing me….
I watch you change, eyes dyed, foot printing
steps back to the living….
You crawl to taste me, to fill
what lays beneath…
On acid trips, skin ripples,
Heaven spills as I play with
demons and angels, both
fucking me in manly pinks, my flesh
I twirl my tongue around you, uncovering
what you keep so neatly tucked away….
Don’t be scared now, for I hold the key
to your soul, either angelic or darkness,
I need to feel close to you, to feel you hit my tongue
in bloody chaos….
I want to free you, gently ease you out,
erase you, make a new….you….
I like to watch you illuminate, cast different
shades of red….
You look pretty on me….
My eyes close and I come…..
Behind my lids you skip….a beat….or …..two….
Down my throat, coloring roses inside,
thorns biting me, biding time….
I love the way you explore me, gore me,
just so I can drink…..
Sweet me, treat me, eat me…I am your sugar rush….
Your midnight snack flashing red…..
Your pearly habit, under sinful hoods, sinister smiles…
Your powdered delight on candied bites….
Make me red, wish I were dead…..
Rattle me, cast me in ruins, just to spill me
all over you…..
Stir me syrupy on addicted irises…..
Color me blossoms as I drench, quench you…..
I feel you in the air, shrouded in riddles
you stir, invoke…..
Night dances for me behind closed lids,
as you come, whisper in breezes, should
I follow you?
Fingertips haunt, taunt as
you circle me…..
My lips part, I escape, never to return…..
I LOVE MUSIC DEARLY, AND SOMETIMES IT DOES
INSPIRE ME, SO I AM ADDING A NEW CATEGORY
TO MY BLOG CALLED MUSICAL POETRY…ADDING
SOME OF MY FAVORITE TUNES AND PUTTING MY
WORDS WITH THEM, I HOPE YOU ENJOY:)
I wonder if you get lonely, the whites of your
eyes wanting to turn yellow….
When you are in a red haze, daze, do I
come to your mind?
Do you part your lips and imagine I am the air,
breathing me in on the edge of madness?
Does the moon hover, exposed wanting
only your attention?
I am your night…light as you walk on the
veins of darkness….
In greys I wave, unveiling only for you….
My pulse serenades you on notes of love,
written in blushes….
I imagine you closing your eyes, ice filled,
and always thirsty…..
You left empty, never getting your fill of me…
I wonder how it would feel to touch your fingers
with mine, would time be lost in spaces between?
If I put my head to your chest, could I echo my
valentines to you?
I want to be your bloody mess….
I feel the same as you….