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Emerald Mystery #fieryverse

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Kings and queens

Of the mounds

A mighty race

Lost underground

Shifting

Through

The history

Of the vast green

Velds of the Éire

The people

Of the Sidhe

Live on

Unfaded

From history

Forever sheathed

In emerald fire

In mystery

On the

Emerald Isle


Loved

Once

Once, I was loved like that.


Twitter Poetry – The Archive Vol 1

Claude Bouchard, via @ceebee308 on Twitter told me today to lose the question mark after “Twitter poet” in my bio.  I’ve been fighting it, being labeled as a poet.  I am a serious writer, damnit!  And poetry is so…  Serious.  Yes, poetry is serious.  So I’ll aim to take it that way.  Well, most of the time.  😉  The question mark lives no longer — thank you, again, Claude Bouchard.  🙂

Please enjoy some examples of my Twitter poetry. 140 chars or less.

Jan 13/14
Winter’s cold.
Streets are slick.
Walks from the bus stop – tricky.
Loaded down with beer,
Looking forward to home.
And, perhaps, a Twinkie.

Jan 13/14
Twinkies are good,
But pizza is best.
The cheaper the better,
I say.
Cheep smokes are good.
Cheap beer is better.
Cheap men the best,
I say.

Jan 14/14
There is a guy I feel for,
And want to feel up, forgive me.
He’s spectacular, believe me!
His assets make me dreamy.
My dreams leave me..

Jan 15/14
Oh, words so fail me!
Loving you with my support.
Wish it was enough.

Oh, my love fails me!
Never giving you enough.
Why can’t I be more?

Jan 15/14
Know I have your back.
Even when you don’t have mine.
Hashtag Still Love You

Jan 18/14
When will I be enough?
Isn’t it enough that I try?
Is this my cue, is it yours,
That we should say goodbye?

Jan 18/14
I give my all,
When Love I’ve found,
To lift high and regale!
But when love falls low,
And is often lost.
I’m left with empty sails.

Jan 18/14
I’ll drink my lot
And think of naught,
Find comfort in comfortabilities.
Play Midnight Club,
Aye, there’s the rub!
Delight in nonsenisbilities.

Jan 18/14
Victoria Flair,
Writer of so much drivel,
Invites you to read.

VictoriaFlair.net

Jan 19/14
Nothing to offer you,
Not even my love.
Merely words to comfort,
That do no real good.
I want you, my friend
To find what you seek.
The Best.

Jan 19/14
You’re breaking a heart
That has no right to break.
You’re giving to me
What I have no right to take.
I’m sorry.

Jan 20/14
Few words were exchanged,
Yet enough to spark a flame,
“trespass sweetly urged!”
#Shakespeare #haiku

Jan 20/14
Notwithstanding doubt,
Desire will always win out.
Flames turn to a blaze.
#haiku

Jan 20/14
Heat engulfs, swallows,
Fills the aching emptiness.
Searing with relief.
#haiku

Jan 20/14
Conflagration reached!
Brilliant sparks shatter the night!
A roaring release!
#haiku

Jan 20/14
Flames recede in waves.
Quiet, blissful aftermath.
Coals still burning bright.

Until the next Good Night.
#haiku

Jan 21/14
Wish I was the one,
Your all encompassing sun.
Revolve around me?

bit.ly/1hcEiQM

Jan 21/14
I’m done. Disconnect.
I can only give so much.
Can’t do this alone.

=/

#haiku

Jan 22/14
Loneliness, old friend,
Come to torment me again?
Fuck you, not this time!
bit.ly/1fZ4v8H

Jan 22/14
Put your faith in me.
Please know I’ll never hurt you.
You are part of me.

#haiku

Jan 22/14
Fuck, I can’t help it!
Can’t erase you from my mind.
I saw that picture…

And damn.

#haiku #still want you #sorrynotsorry

Jan 23/14
If I must be at the
Vanguard
at the Vanguard I
Shall be.
If arrows should pierce anyone
I would that it were me.

bit.ly/1bXkpNj

Jan 23/14
Your arrows cannot
stop me.
Not even stall my step!
I will always keep on
fighting.
Dare me.
I won’t be kept.

bit.ly/1bXkpNj

Jan 23/14
Cute boy, it won’t be.
You’re a thousand miles away!
Fantasy – can’t be.

Jan 23/14
Too much fantasy,
Too much dreaming, isn’t good.
Always a let-down.

Jan 23/14
When dreams meet real life,
Magic can explode, take flight!
Till then, only dreams.

And dreams are lonely.

Jan 23/14
My heart is not mine.
It belongs to another.
Though I deny it…

Jan 23/14
I deny my heart,
For he is not mine to love.
Only to care for..

Long for..

Jan 23/14
It seems hardly fair,
That I lay my heart so bare,
Only on Twitter…

Thru #haiku

Jan 24/14
Snot pours from my nose,
Eyes cloud with a salty fog.
Need to be in bed.

#sick #haiku

Jan 24/14
Gusts rattle windows,
Trees flais and twist, try to flee.
Loose shingles flying.

I hate windy days.

#haiku

Jan 26/14
Bad night, can’t take it.
My emotionas are too raw.
I’m feeling confused.

#haiku

Jan 26/14
Bad night, can’t fake it.
Wondering what I am to you.
Friend, ally, or more?

#haiku

Jan 26/14
Bad night, can’t make it.
Can’t take not knowing – Why me?
Please, what do you want?

#haiku

Jan 27/14
A cold walk, in snow.
A pain that would alter worlds.
These are my stories.

wp.me/p4eeun-2f

#haiku

Jan 27/14
@jay_suqires

Jay Squires, writer, friend,
And septuagenarian!
Dream big, never flush.

😉 bit.ly/1ed2KSt

Jan 27/14
@webofloneliness

Web of Loneliness,
All my words are yours to use.
You helped me find them.

❤ bit.ly/1dKhbJ0

Jan 27/14
@Teresa_Cypher

Teresa Cypher,
Weekend Writing Warrior.
And Inspiration.

Thanks! bit.;y/1b3Dhq0

Jan 27/14
@CaballoFrances

Frances Caballo,
Friend to writers great and small!
Thanks for all you do.

Seriously, TY. bit.ly/19YmTvM

Jan 27/14
@ItsReklezzMane

For It’s Rekless Mane,
I have nothing but support.
This guy is awesome.

Wish ya’ll could hear his music. Cuz damn. ❤

Jan 28/14
I’m depressed.
Words won’t come.
No matter how had I call.
I got nothing.
‘Cept this.

bit.ly/1d5CAwc

#micropoetry #depression

Jan 28/14
You’ll never know how deep
And shallow
I am.

#micropoetry

Jan 28/14
Watching Teen Mom 2,
I know I should be writing!
Damn guilty pleasures…

#haiku #lazy @MTV

Jan 28/14
Just because
I’m not sitting around
Waiting for you to call…
Doesn’t mean I’m not.

#micropoetry #disappointment

Jan 28/14
Don’t trust my “=P” and “lol,”
Sometimes my emotes lie.
I may be lauthing to you, when
On my side of the screen,
I just want to cry.

Jan 28/14
Fuck!
Can I just tell you that I love you,
And be done with it already?
I know it won’t mean much,
Except to me…

#micropoetry #whining

Jan 28/14
He gives me the love you won’t.
I can give him the love he wants.
It’s not a perfect world.
We all have our boundaries.

#micropoetry

Jan 29/14
What have I gotten myself into?
What have I become?
I can’t, I won’t
Be a woman I despise-
How did I let myself get here?

How?

Jan 29/14
I want to sleep
To be unconscious
To forget about you,
Not dream about you.
What are the chances?

I hate that I love you.

#micropoetry

Jan 29/14
Dust on furniture
Ling and leaves on the floor
Give my life meaning
How sad is that?

#micropoetry

Jan 29/14
Sometimes, when i read them,
My words sound like a lie.
Is sincerity so rare,
I can’t even believe myself?

#micropoetry #disbelief

Jan 30/14
I still don’t know
If I’ll find a love
That meets up to
The best.
Who can possibly
Stand
That
Test?

bit.ly/1b9q0MD

#life

Jan 30/14
Too many thoughts in my head
at once.
Each clamoring to be heard,
set free.
It’s painful to keep track.
Seriously, it hurts

#micropoetry

Jan 30/14
My life, at times
Feels overwhelming.
Though to others it would
Seem simple.
Guess it’s all about
Perspective.

Jan 30/14
When I want to say
“I love you,”
And it’s implicit that I not
Where does that leave me?

Babe, tell me
What am I supposed to do?

Jan 30/14
And, fuck.
I’ve forgotten what I was saying
And to whom.
Guess that’s my signal
To say G’night.

Though I might Tweet from bed.

Jan 30/14
To write through the night
Or catch up in the morning
Always a dilemma
‘Round midnight.
I’m sleepy.

#micropoetry

Jan 31/14
Car doors slam
Voices raise
An alarm is sounding.
Or is that my head
pounding?
Damn you 4:30 AM.
This girl needs sleep.

#micropoetry #tired.

Jan 31/14
You are my moon-
Inconstant
Changeable
Variable.
Always a present force.

#micropoetry #CrazyAboutYou

Jan 31/14
You are the penny on the tracks
That derails my train of thought.

#micropoetry

Jan 31/14
My six tin soldiers
Now no longer my best friends.
Time to take a break?

wp.me/p4eeun-30

#micropoetry #TrueStory #MyBlog

Jan 31/14
Too tired
To write
Too much more
To you
Tonight

#micropoetry #yawn


WOL – Why It Matters To Me

You may have heard me mention the “WOL,” or Web of Loneliness.  It’s a site I belong to.  A site I found several months ago that has given me the push to take my writing farther than I thought I could.  Lemme share a bit about what brought me there.

In a nutshell – I lost my dad when I was young, 12.  At the same time I lost my mom to grief as well as my older brother.  I grew up in a situation where no one really cared what I did, so I did a lot.  And though I was dealing with the beginnings of depression and anxiety, I had a fuck of a lot of fun.

For years I had fun with my friends.  Drinking, doing drugs, sleeping around a bit.  But I rarely shared the inner pain I was experiencing.  My depression grew, and my anxiety grew.  And though I had occasionally reached out to therapists and counselors, I always felt disconnected and gave up.

Which is what I eventually did with my group of friends.  No one understood why I couldn’t always be happy.  The more they tried to make me, the less I wanted to be with them.  And so I just gave up on them.

Several years went by, populated by a few romantic entanglements that didn’t pan out.  I’d tried to find a connection, that one person who would understand me and bring solace and meaning to my life.  I think it was always a matter of too much pressure.  Counting on one person to alleviate my loneliness.

And then there was the relationship that finally broke this camel’s back.  I wound up with someone who I let treat me badly, because I thought that’s how I should be treated.  But somewhere along the way, I realized that a man I loved should love me.  And this man didn’t.  So I got out.

Afterward, I went through a low.  So low.  I was realizing that though that man hadn’t loved me, he had been the only person in my life even slightly willing to know me, hear me.  And I found myself desperately lonely.  Not for the first time – but for the first time I was aware of what I was doing.  I wanted someone to know me, really know me and listen to me.

So one night, feeling that aching gap in my heart, I searched the web.  My keywords were something along the lines of “Fucking Lonely Chat.”  And I found the WOL.  And it damned near saved my life.  I honestly don’t know what I would have done if I’d continued to feel so alone and disconnected.  The thought scares me, frankly.  And I am so grateful, so very very grateful, to have found the community I did.

For the first time in my life, I could say exactly what I felt and feel truly validated.  I could share my weaknesses, my fears, my personal trials – and feel not only supported, but encouraged!  It was an amazing and overwhelming feeling.  To be surrounded by people who had felt the same, who had been where I was, felt what I felt – it was a revolutionary idea!

I started blogging there – you can read those old posts below, though I can assure you they are wild ramblings – and began to get positive feedback about my writing.  People enjoyed what I had to say – they connected with it somehow.  And that floored me.  That my words might mean something to someone else.  That I could express something that mattered.

That’s why I’m here today, writing in this blog.  I really can’t stress enough the impact the WOL has had on me.  I still feel lonely, at times so painfully so.  And I have yet to come to terms with some of the hurts that I have experienced.  But it’s due to those amazing, welcoming and supportive people that I write anything here.  I owe them so much.  And I will say so, over and over and over again.

If I ever make anything of myself in writing from this point on, in is in large, great, entire part to the WOL.  For giving one lonely person a place to feel she belongs.  I cannot express my gratitude and love – there really are no words.


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