I felt like I was hobbling, like one oof the old crones from Act I of Macbeth – God knows my hair felt scraggy enough that I must have looked the part.
Arrayed in a new body another mother may someday give birth so that with stronger limbs and brighter mind the old soul shall take the road to earth again.
Also pay attention if a tree or whatnot says something about two bulls.
Here’s the bottom line; writers write. Sometimes words flow easily. Sometimes it’s like sloughing through mud. Either way a professional writer keeps writing.
I’m always going to keep your heart safe, even if mine has to stop beating for that to happen.
Hades was the personification of dark and dangerous – a living, breathing Batman.
She comes back Through blood by blood She returns Cut deep now Like me Humanity saves her Will she save me?
What once bound him Will make him flee Place of power-joining of five Night Spirit Blood Humanity Earth Joined not to conquer, Instead to overcome Night leads to Spirit Blood binds Humanity And Earth completes.
They done Wrong Like ink from a busted pen Thrown away ’cause of someone else Used up But he come back Dressed in night Fine as a king With his queen The wrong Made right So right.
Eyes watching always Shadows in shadows they wait A black feather falls First accepted, loved Then betrayed-spit in the face Vengeance sweet like dots.
Jack came whirling in like a little gay tornado with Duchess following him.
This time the fluttery feeling in my stomach was more intense. It made the inside of my thighs tingle and my breathing deepen.
Shadows in shadows He watches through dreams Wings black as Africa Body strong as stone Done waiting The ravens call.
A sense of belonging is not physical. We cant find it by changing where we live or what we do. We have to carry it within us.
What if the beauty around us is meant as a reminder for the many gifts we have been given and our need to give thanks to them?
The dividing line forms-fashioned from: Dragon’s tears Missed years Overcome fears The fire and ice paradox Seen with True Sight Darkness does not always equate to evil Light does not always bring good.
True love is not a potion one person can swallow and another refuse to drink. It happens only when the souls of two join together to form one.
There’s power in the truth, just like there’s power in making the right choice.
But she loves me. Me. Just the way I am.
You can’t win integrity and honor from games. You can only earn them from living a life dedicated to those ideals.