To disconnect is to relate
At least to me
Far off from a touch of reality
Is where my mind needs to be
Reality Dwindles
Discord Nurses
Discord splits and digs deeper
until it takes root.
The family tree grows
to nurse rotten fruit.
Nothing but fake smiles.
Members hidden in disguise.
No one truly happy
Hearts decaying with flies.
Open Me
Animate me
Bring me to life
Open my curtains
Let in some light
Release me from darkness
From deep dark despair
Lessen depression
Show me you’re there
Please
Take me to places I’ve always needed to go
Stand with me against anyone who’s foe
Welcome my heart and understand all my needs
Believe in me, love for me, cherish me, please
Help me Persevere
Let the breeze whistle to me
To forewarn my doom
Let my magick shatter the storm
And signal me a tune
Keep me safe, keep me warm
Under the moonlight of the sky
Fire is roaming, disaster is coming
Help me persevere and survive
Your Invisible Fluke
It hurts to be your invisible fluke.
A title I took up the day I was born.
Not planned, not wanted, a dent to your life.
Something to hide from. Never mourned.
A bastard still has birthdays once a year.
Although they mean nothing to you.
It took a lifetime to look at myself and say,
“One day, I’ll mean something to somebody soon.”
Until The Next Nightfall
An Exchange
One night you have me
Opening me up and swallowing my sorrows
And next, I have you
Giving into your need
To engulf me whole
And find me
Until the next nightfall
I’m brave enough to find you
Grieving Sands
This is the concept art by Susanne Hundseder for my short story “Grieving Sands,” which is an uplifting grief fantasy. For those who do not know, an uplifting grief fantasy is a story with fantasy elements to help those grieving. For anyone needing such a story, click on the picture above to take you to a site set up nicely for this story. Also, feel free to share if you know anyone who is struggling. We have decided to start sharing short stories without putting them up behind a paywall, so it will be free for anyone to read.
This story started as a writing prompt with the word sandbox. If you read the story, you will understand how amazing the artist did in capturing the women and their mothers. Her skill and the passion she showed with this project blew me away.
I plan to start posting collaborated artwork and projects along with other surprises as time passes. We have a lot planned that I am excited to share! But if you want the precise timelines and management of those projects, inside scoops, book recommendations, bookstore shout-outs, author shout-outs, a free fun fantasy quiz, and more, sign up for my newsletter.
The link is below, along with another link to the short story.
See As I Do
Give me empathy
I beg you to
Please understand
Why I do what I do
I live in a circle
Tortured to no end
You hold me closely
Aren’t willing to bend
Please twist your mind
And see as I do
I need you to get me
As I work to get you
Getting Nowhere
The morning wakes her
The mirror whispers foe
Her unfulfilled dreams mark her a fool
Hesitant for life
She sways with no bite
She follows, only meant for the rules
Safety in comfort
No betting on hands
She will get nowhere in time
Lost to the masses
Unless she understands
Critical thinking may save her life
Regaining Lost Aspects: Mind and Soul 