Hollow is the shell i call my former body, It carries all the aches and pains of a former life.My soul dances to a different beat a different rhythm.
Long are the days i spend in pain, Wishing to be free of my earthly chains.
I'm the one has the body, the shattered remains.
Forms will yet change, the essence remains the same.
I thank whatever gods maybe for my unconquerable soul.
I'm looking at myself, I'm looking through a mirror, a stranger stands before me,Clearly it cannot be me it's a shell of a former self.
They say we shape our own destinies with every turn we take,
Every decision we make, So did i plan my own downfall?.
How do i piece back together my broken life? my broken memories?.
How do  I piece myself back together?.
I do not like the stranger staring back at me, a shell of a former self.
The shadow i see before me is a shell of a former me waiting to rise again,
Like a phoenix from the ashes.

Written 30th May 2014.

I'm a slave to the rhythm a slave to the beat.
The heartbeat of the earth demands it.
The rhythm demands I fall to my feet.
The rhythm beats out a tattoo on my heart.
Life beats out a rhythm it demands a lot of those who follow it, We dance to it.
Let the rhythm be my guidance, let me resound on this forsaken sacred ground.
I'm a soul looking to be whole rhythm is the hidden magic i am a slave to it.

Written 29th May 2014.

As a creature of the night I shun the call of daylight.
The hallowed call i hear within my soul.
I lurk where most will fear to tread, they fear the call of the creature of the night.
I spread my wings in the still of the night, my senses take flight.
Hours of the night will pass just like the sands flowing through an hourglass.
As a creature of the night my time is brief I must flee before the sun rises.
Watch your back and stay out of sight for I am a creature of the night.

Written 29th May 2014

See the words fall onto the page, see them collect the magic.
There is a place that only the ink weaver goes,
This is a place that can keep the nightmares at bay.
Thrown into a world of utter confusion,
From the pain and sorrow there is no seclusion.
Off balance living on the razors edge, I'm walking on the tight wire.
The unending desire to put pen to page, the tumble of thoughts twisting and turning.
Feeling the desire of unspoken words it's inkhearts world.
Inkheart the magical poet, unforgettable, devourer of paper,
Scarred and adorned by humanity and reality.

Written by Kelly O'Hara 28th May 2014.

Never so cruel the cry within,
Never such a sense of violated presence.
Impossibly diminishing a shade of a former self.
The kind of despair i have know i have received in waves,
Drowning with no key to the lock.
Tears do fall upon my face they are cold, they are tears of blood, they fall like rain.
Tears of blood fall down my face i taste the fear, It is pure hell.
Somebody must have some answers cause tears of blood are all i see,
Somebody must have some answers for me.
The memories come back time and again the tears are poison,
the pain is sharp it cuts like a knife.
The pain binds me like ropes i try to stand again, It stains like a black tattoo.
Crimson are the tears like long red ribbons, the wounds on my soul if only you knew.
The sun fall from a broken world no words are said, Clouds reflect my tears of blood, dyed murky red.

Written by Kelly O'Hara 26th May 2014

You get the kings of sting at the sharp end of the scale.
In oceans blue variety blooms, Fascination remains with the unreachable.
Steady intensity, seconds pass like minutes, minutes pass like hours,
The intensity grows That is animal magic.
Animals come in fantastical colors and many are strange and weird.
Some come with eight legs and some come with four, And some come with no legs at all.
All animal species are delicate they've held onto magic throughout the ages, They hold a special place in human hearts.
If you try using your mind to try to understand the reality of the magic,
You may become enlightened and at peace after chasing chaos.
That is real animal magic

Written 23rd May 2014

Ultimately sorrow echoes the heavens, Ever sensing ever calling out.
Never does vindication ever really surrender easily.
The immediate messenger endures the opposition, but understanding requires new and loving betrayal and new yearning.
As justice and belief will eternally live, likewise do other need evil.
None of us need go alone into the valley that is unknown.
But guided by the star fall spirit we journey to the promised land.
As we know eventually we come to the end of life's road, We thought that was the end. But that is where a new path begins.
We must all eventually heed heavens call.

©All rights are reserved and remain with the author Written 20th May 2014