Am i wrong to feel the way i feel?,
My pain is forever revolving like a spinning wheel.
Fear and pain are not just daggers in my heart,
My soul is broken into pieces will it ever become whole?.
Broken dreams and broken promises shatter like glass,
Will i be forever wrong in chasing my past?,
I want to shine bright,
I want to hear the whispers of my soul,
No endless days of struggle do i want.
Peace be needed to ease my mind,
I don't want to be wrong inside my mind.
Peace ... Be Still.. What do I Do too Ease my mind?....Shine Bright the whispers of my soul the Struggles i overcome!!
Written 30th Dec 2014.

He will bring you to your knees,
He will **** your memories.
Watch out for rivers of blood,
You'll wish you never met the memory killer.
Invisable predator, Odd behaviour,
It's only a matter of time.
Watch your back he might attack,
And steal your memories.
Questions sparked, memories are killed and broken,
Left exposed for the world to view.
My memory fades as death brings to light a new creature,
Feared by the world loved by the media.
Memories always cut the skin so deep,
I have nothing left anymore,
No memories all taken by the memory killer.

Written by Kelly O'Hara 20th Sept 2014

You wake up filled with dread,
There seems no reason for it.
It's something unseen,
It's the beast within, the unseen force.
It eats away at you, at your core.
The silence greets you like a brick wall,
Questions remain unanswered.
The air hangs heavy with a pregnant pause,
The shadows hold their breath.
The flame of a past life burns,
The dark creeps into the space left behind,
A key is left to a vault once locked,
Will the key be found?.

Written 22nd July 2014. By Kelly O'Hara

Thoughts will churn round and round,
Some of them will hit the ground,
The thoughts cause the heart to ache,
Wondering when will i get a break?.
Days of endless struggle are these,
More hopeful pills today,
Trying to appear normal,
In some sort of way.
It seems the struggle is always here with me,
I know there's been many who've had it worse,
People say i have alot going for me,
I'm sorry but i just can't see,
Because my worst enemy is inside of me.
Wishing to be enthusiastic,
Instead of feeling like I'm made of lead.
Wanting to be excited,
Wanting to care more,
Sometimes my emotions are through the floor.
Cluttered mind, cluttered thinking,
It's hard to focus and not worry too much.
I feel that everyone is better than me,
And that i can't do anything right,
This is how i've felt all my life.
This just didn't happen over night.
No confidence in myself to speak my mind,
Any of these problems would be a vice,
But having this monster inside me how do i fight?.

Written 15th Nov 2014 By Kelly O'Hara

Feel the wolf inside the spirit alive.
Feel your senses heighten.
The thrill of the hunt, the claws dig into the ground.
Silent shadows move in the darkest night,
Running in the distance far,
Underneath the moon and stars.
The wolf is like no other,
Red in tooth and claw like natures maw.
Growling, snarling, biting, bleeding, the fight must go on.
Wolf withstanding man's hate,
Wild, fierce and free.
The wolf has sung it's song,
It will be tamed by no one.

Written 18th September 2014 By Kelly O'Hara

Life is but weaving,
I cannot choose the colors,
The threads are woven steadily.
Every memory every experience,
Is a thread woven and embroidered in the tapestry of our life.
The tapestry of life continues to be woven,
The light blends magically with the dark.
Threads so delicate so fragile we all need to take care.
But any thread that is broken can most times be repaired.

Written 15th September 2014 By Kelly O'Hara

Wave after wave,
I'm slowly drifting drowning in my emotions,
Weight of the world on my shoulders.
Wave after wave rolls me over hard,
I'm fighting to stay alive.
My soul has been sent out to sea,
Drifting afar distantly.
These crashing violent riptides,
Will soon turn a peaceful wave.
The ocean of emotion sometimes set us adrift.
The returning tides will bring us back into the heart of another,
A path that leads to the end of all things,

Written 14th September 2014 By Kelly O'Hara

Partisans of liberty a patriots act,
A neutralized citizen,
Vision of freedoms enslaved in flames.
Holding flesh in your hands and guilt written all over your face.
Swallowing the taste of nostalgia,
Looking down the road to ruin,
****** freedom must be fought for.
A beast rises inside as i claim my destiny.
There is a force that cannot be stopped,
That inner voice, that solid core,
Social justice of the people reaching out.

Written 7th September 2014 By Kelly O'Hara

Behold the raven black, they beholden the shadows.
See the dead man's fall,
Hear the raven's call.
Fixed upon me was the raven's eye,
The studied subject was I.
Rippling reflections, Sinking fathoms,
Into the mirror of my soul.
Infinite peering into my mortality,
The raven black, shining, naked,
Waiting to touch my time.
Carrier of souls is the raven,
They collect the honored dead.
Black winged angels are the ravens,
For all the pain i carry shall shatter and burn within.

Written 6th September 2014 By Kelly O'Hara

Fire rainbow blazes into life.
The colours sparkle like a prism,
Light in the horizon pulses through.
Glorious colours dancing like fire in the sky.
Bands of colours wouldn’t be if the soul, would cry no tears.
Colours overlapping forming a
Beautiful cascade,
Giving,
Light to,
All.
A flash of light a part of nature blazes red.
The brilliant hues of the rainbow dance in my mind,
Where I
Feel
No pain.
I feel the warmth of the fire rainbow against my face,
And breathe in its beauty.


Written 30th August 2014 By Kelly O'Hara

Time and dreams will drift away like leaves on water.
Too many times we do what we ought.
Time passes on, people pass on.

At the drop of a tear. they're gone.
Love whilst we are here, before time passes on.

Memories we keep to remember times gone by,
To look to the past, for this journey that we all must take,
And each must go alone.

Why cry for a soul set free?
Love never dies it is eternal, it just passes on.

Written 16th August 2014 By Kelly O'Hara

Dedicated to the memory of joan hope

The art of the heart is written in stages,
It flows through the hills, will be found in paintings,
It is written in books.
Art of the heart come out in music it blows like wind across a beach.
Dare to listen to that whisper of inspiration,
Breath in the essence of creativity.
Touch your soul with your own art of the heart

Written 14th August 2014

They say a picture can paint a thousand words,
But those are just painted words.
To grasp the power of a poets words,
For other souls to behold,
Inscribe it on a parchment page.
Bring rainbow colors into one's life,
Bring shining light to painted words,
Painted words are window to the soul,
When placed upon a paper's sheen, they come alive.
The joy of love, the pain of loss, do dwell within an inkwell's gloss,
For those are also painted words.
A poem is made of words you sift,
Ethereal sands, a treasured gift.
So don't forget those painted words,
For they may be more precious than you know.

Written 5th August 2014 By Kelly O'Hara

I am the poet of which they speak,
I haven't written in over a week.
Maybe i have poet's block.
Maybe i should give my fingers the chop.
Maybe my brain is tired or is it my pen?,
Maybe my poet's creativity has left my head.
But creativity never dies it just goes on and on like an infinite circle.
Stories and poems are each the different musings for,
Different poet's for different reasons.

Written 22nd July 2014 By Kelly O'Hara

A starry eyed sky do the heavens provide,
Heavenly hurt does it give us.
The moon lies fair there's a certain slant of light.
The burning souls do shine brightly in midnight sky,
For they maketh the starry eyed sky.
Shooting stars shot from Orion's bow the sparks do glow,
In the far reaches of the starry eyed sky.
The outward light and the heavenly part the beauty does with purpose.
The sickening stars fade off the ethereal plane,
Closed one by one by dawn's approach.

Written By Kelly O'Hara 22nd July 2014

A poets life the words fall out,
The words wax lyrical from the poets tongue.
Words form in the mind and flow onto the page,
Like wave after wave the words do flow.
A poet writes all forms of poetry from haiku, ode,
To free verse, it allows the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings,
To form into words.
A poet makes the words on the page come to life!,
Gives them a soul gives them color!.
The poet writes as best they can they're only human,
Try and love the words they write.

Written 17th July 2014.

Being wiccan is my calling it's my religion.
It is the well i drink from it quenches my souls thirst.
The god and goddess are my rulers i heed their call.
I follow the call of the elements earth, air, fire and water.
Wicca is something i can count on when i have nothing to give.
Wicca is something that gives me a sense of safety and relief.
When i know i have nothing i know i have wicca.
Blessed Be! be the the ancients for they dance with me.
The knowledge of wicca the complex magic is food for my soul.
The deities walk with me i feel their love, their protection.
No fear will tweak my soul no outer force will break my strength.
I will forever seek to learn the wiccan ways and laws,
For being wiccan is in my blood.

Written 5th July 2014 By Kelly O'Hara

Pills to dull the feeling to dull the soul.
Pills that will make me shake, rattle and roll.
Pain that thins the soul.
Heavy is the pain on the soul it thins the essence of being.
Tired am i of pain i can take no more.
Pain that drains it takes away the essence of me.
I wait for the day i shall be free of these chains called pain, So i can sing!.

Written 3rd July 2014 By Kelly O'Hara

Worn thin my heart can't take no more.
The tears I've cried the sorrow i feel the pain inside.
Stretched impossibly thin i feel like I'm dying inside.
I hear the ticking of time passing,
I hear chips coming off my mortal coil.
My soul aches for release from confines worn thin.
All that remains is a grey husk a shell worn thin by life's endeavors.
Dark clouds loom over the horizon i guess it's destiny's call.
I stand looking in the mirror looking at the shattered remains of a strong will worn thin.
Maybe life isn't for me anymore i don't know who i am anymore.
I fear for the selfish pain the relentless tragedy,
The uncharted deception it has worn me thin.
My perception is altered my sense of self worth blurred, I can't decipher myself.
Constructed Illusion of that which is worn thin does not belong on this earthly plane.

Written 28th June 2014 By Kelly O'Hara.

Unlock your dreams to unlock your passion
Unlock your motivation to unlock your potential
Unlock you Knowledge to unlock your experience
Unlock the wisdom to unlock life.
You only live life once.

Written 25th June 2014

Being creative doesn't always have rhyme or reason.
Being creative can flow with the seasons.
Creativity is a celebration of color, of life, of words.
Creativity comes from a colorful soul, it needs light to ignite the spark,to give it life.
Being creative is a poetic expression of one's self.
Being creative comes with it's own creative price.
Creativity needs an open door for it to flow forth.

Written 25th June 2014

The Witch
Blessed be! the witch inside,
Look into your minds eye.
Friend of nature, elements and animals.
Down to earth they truly see,
the evil of the tricksters and wannabes.
Should not be punished for their craft,
There is beauty in a witches sacred art.
Witches change with the seasons,
They breath the air of liberation.
Witch is child of light and shadow,
Natures spirit flows within.
A witches roots run deep, their will is strong,
They will stand up for what is right.
Searching and finding, needing and minding,
Wondering when the quest will end.
A witch cannot hide who they are, a pagan child.
All who follow the faith must heed the call.

Written 18th June 2014

No Motive,
No Mercy,
No remorse,
No time to lose,
Brutality lurks in darkness.
****** lurks close to home.
The blood runs cold.

Written by Kelly O'Hara  13th June 2014

I sit silent in the graveyard,
The wind gently flows through the trees,
I hear the silent whisper.
Silent whisper it touches my cheek like a lovers kiss.
My soul is ever searching ever seeking out, that which is lost.
A silent whisper can mean many things, to many people.
A gift left there forever branded on my skin.
I savor each moment each silent whisper,
Draw them in taste them, embrace the essence.
Silent whispers turn into radiant song,
A lost soul finds where it belongs.

Written 11th June 2014

Untamed passion that fights to be released.
Anger that bleeds innocence away.
Frustration and sadness a cross to be shouldered.
A light shining bright I fear none!.
Cannot be held by chains or bars.
A soul as wild as nature at one with the elements.
A heart that fights an endless battle an endless war inside.
Don't think me weak soon to break,
Don't you ever make that mistake.
I play a role I'm not to be conquered,
The fire in my eyes will speak.
In my veins there is a power no man may take me for a fool.
How great the challenge to the caged warrior's soul,
To tame the magic rarely bestowed.
Absence of truth may be absolute In plowed and harrowed thoughts.
Hearts of all hearts look to know what is inside a caged warrior's soul.

Written 10th June 2014 by Kelly O'Hara

Darker than the darkest shadow, standing on a razor's edge the light prevails the shadows.
Dark whispers can be heard the voices crash into silence.
Lights dwindle and flicker, the colors clash like spilt blood.
Dark diamonds flicker like fragments of soul waiting to be collected.
Dark diamonds are woven into dreams the essence remains the same.
Divided I'm constantly chasing the the light to the horizon line.
The dark ethereal the diamond in the rough and hard to touch the, The dark diamond sparkles.
Finding the truth when diamonds are legend there are greater gifts to be found. They are Brilliant with beauty but do not show much light.
Only a few can hinder what's really inside, for truth be told not many can find that knowledge and depth of endurance that a dark diamond hides.
Just like a dark diamond darkness can embed your soul,
The pressures of life have caused you to harden.
The rarest of gems at the top of the list a dark diamond will always be wanted, will always hold beauty, always be wanted.
Can never be owned or idly flaunted for dark diamonds have dark virtues.

Written by Kelly O'Hara 7th June 2014

They watch from the shadows, they hide in plain sight.
Weapons that whisper silence and death, Masks that hide truth.
Illusions are revealed to be lies, Kings and peasants will die alike side by side.
Lights dwindle and shadows flicker, the night is young.
The path of the assassin is hard they are always in death's backyard.
The traits of the skilled, the doers of evil are all laid before the assassins creed.
Shadows and steel, poison and guile are some of the tools an assassin needs.
Walkers of shadow and light, the invisible stalkers assassination done for the greater good.
Where assassins enemies reign it's a world of fear and pain.
It is they who commit that deadly sin to inflict so much pain the mind simply cannot take.
An assassins creed is law for assassins are a brotherhood in arms.

Written by Kelly O'Hara 5th June 2014

Tattoo's on the skin tell a story they hide a lot of sin.
They tell of personal pain and personal truth.
A person's journey may told by the tattoo's on their skin.
Triumphs, truths,lies and love are tattoo's on skin.
Even though the tattoo isn't visible doesn't mean it isn't there.
Life is a like a tattoo it comes in many forms and shapes just like people.
The colors vivid as blood and ink mix together in a dance intertwined,the script and symbols captured.
All of us are marked, we are unique, we burn with life that is our own personal tattoo.
Inked onto flesh is special meaning frozen in time now there for life.
Unfolding into all i am and will be the ink that is there tattooed on my skin, Is there for the world to see.

Written 3rd June 2014

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

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder so they say.
But beauty can hold so much pain.
For it can serve as a mask to hide the shadows of the past.
Beauty comes in many forms, be it abstract, human or animal.
You have to see beauty in all things no matter what the shell contains.
The eye of the beholder may see what isn't true, But that doesn't mean it's no less wonderful.
No one is perfect everyone has faults and regrets, but that just make you human.
Take a flower breath it in, it's petals aren't perfect they are different in in forms and sizes from another, Yet the flower is just as beautiful as  any other form of nature.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

Written 20th May 2014

Bear witness to the legacy of war the tears is has brought.
Bear testament to the deadly game of cat and mouse.
Every tale of daring do, the deaths, the heroism it's the legacy of war.
In the cold in the dark the legacy of war lurks in the minds of those left behind.
Never forget the storms will clear, never stop or give into the fear.
The legacy of war does not have to be cold, what we treasure most are our memories of our heroes.
We can be victorious and let them be glorious, until we can conquer vengeance and sorrow.
It maybe never ending this legacy of war, after all we endure there will be light at the end of the tunnel.
This is what is the legacy of war.
©All rights are reserved and remain with the author

The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite.
He bends you with his might his arrows go swiftly and far.
The archer loves the arrow that flies,he loves the bow that is stable.
The arrow of the archer weaves the threads to your heart as if,your beloved was the cloth.
Fragment of spirit litter the paths of life, his soul cries out to them.
The archer has the flame that burns therein, this he said in words.
But much remained unsaid inside his heart.
For himself he could not speak his secret.
The archer takes another breath in the still of the air, another look cast backward, Only to be another murmur in the glade.

Written 17th May 2014

Being human doesn't mean being perfect anyone can see.
The whole world bares witness to the essence of being human.
Brightness and shadow,ancient and youth,
life and death,color and shade,beauty and ugliness, Riches and poverty, that's being human.
Life isn't flawless, people are often reckless and relentless.
Is being human a punishment nobody knows.
It doesn't matter what it is nobody has gotten alive out of life yet.
Being human is anything but bliss,
But if being human means anything less than purity of thought,
heart and mind, are we really human at all?.

Written 9th May 2014

You may see me struggle when times are hard.
Regardless if I'm weak or going to stand tall,
You're there for me cause you're my rock.
Life is never easy I'm going to fight to live.
I wear the biggest smile cause of you.
Life turns a page i hope my decisions are good, Knowing what didn't **** me would only make me strong.
I have been scared and alone but you lit the way for me,
Cause you are my rock.
You're my earthly angel I'd be nothing without you.
The road to success is never straight but with you're stead fast faith in me,
I'll make it cause you are my rock.

A poet will often wax lyrical using many words.
Prose, metaphor and haiku but to name a few.
Romance, inspirational, seasonal poetry, nature and blues,
The ideas often come at night.
Poetry of the poet is a deal of joy, pain and wonder with a dash of emotion thrown in.
Poetry of the poet is a rhythmical creation of beauty in words.
Poetry is silent poetry speaks.
Poetry is often a legacy the passion and feelings often left unspoken in life.
Poetry is evidence of life worth remembering the words of the poet

Colors of the soul shine like sunlight on stain glass windows.
A soul comes in many colors often, shining brightly in that darkest of hours.
In a million colors there come souls, shining like a multitude of tears stained by the passage of time.
The most beautiful of souls shine the brightest of colors.
Dancing rainbows reflect in the shadows of the soul.
Colors swirl and dance in the depths of the soul.
Souls will come and go from this world all will be stained by color.

You can't hear yourself through the cacophony of sounds,
The loud talkers.
The images of life crowd in your own mortality haunts you.
People try to dissuade you from dreaming, They tell you don't dream it's over.
Although light is at the end of the tunnel, they'll tell you don't dream it's over.
The colors swirl and collide the dream won't die.
Reborn from the flames from, the ashes the phoenix of hope keeps the dream alive.
Now they can't say don't dream it's over when the dream won't die.

God of forest vale and shadow,
God of the hunt,
God the festival, god of my heart.

Glorious colors,
How glorious are your colors,
I see the rainbow of colors.
A painted world do i see,
The most beautiful colors in a painted world explode into life.
Dancing rainbows reflect in sunlit caves,
Surrounds twinkle gloriously.
Colors swirl and dance in a painted world.
Let it come and paint my world.