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As I stand — in the stillness of the night, buried in
contemplation, a tombstone looms above my head piercing
into an idea, with these horns; to charge directly at vivid
imagination. Shrouded in the night’s dead darkness; the
only colours that dance around are the deep, dark hues
that cling to my black horns – tainted.

Formless creatures haunting the silhouettes of all dreams
their fragmented forms concealing hidden depths and
buried truths — echoes of old traumas from the days of
youth, a troubled youth, long neglected – abused.

The more these horns are trimmed, the longer they seem
to stretch – spiralling directly into my vision; all I
perceive is darkness.
Terry Nov 9
She was an angel, a radiant light too brilliant for my shadowed soul. And I—nothing more than a beast marked by scars, unworthy of her grace. Yet somehow, she found beauty in my flaws and chose to dance in the darkness with me.

..It brings containment.

When young.. the world was dangerous,
at least the world within my home was.
In order to dilute the moments of perpetration,
I developed the ability to bring my little spirit
into the acknowledgment of atoms,
molecules and particles, within the universe
whose  very entrance into the room..

    could make miniscule,
   that which was behemoth.

In doing so, I was brought into the  awareness
of just how beautiful the Universe really is..
and also the intense depth of beauty that exists
in Realms that are just barely outside
of our awareness.

Within those Realms
and between those Realms,
are spirits that float..  
hovering between this place
and the beauty of that Next one.
Through touching those deeper parts of the Realms,
those spirits are ignited.. .

and through that beautiful ignition,
   are brought into full flame.

It is there within you, my beautiful friend;
that your Otherworldly words are given birth..
bringing within them, the depth of Love and Healing
  to those of us down here that need it most..

..A beautiful love that yes.. exists within the Realms..
But in it's very essence, flows directly from the Core Heart
of the Universe, which is always the place of Love's origin..
having come from that amazing Heart's deep Ache for us.

That beautiful Ache for us all, deeply touches you..
as you hover in and out of its Realms..
and then deeply touches us..
who have learned to draw on its power and beauty
for even our own very existence.
I am one of those who have had to learn
to draw from those things
just so that my spirit could even breathe..
And in an instant , upon reading,
I realized that you were one of those that go
from this place, up and over to the Next.
What you bring back down to this place,
Ignites every single part of who it is that I am.

You, writing from the feminine form..
mixed with the feminine of the masculine..  
deeply stirs the aching masculine within me.
There is a hunger almost sated,

as it leads into realms of a deeper hunger
and touches a rarely touched, deeper ache.

Warm tingling, leads to almost a tremble..
The deeply-touched heart cannot help but to  pulse
warmly
and fully,
into all of who it is that I am..

Sensations that lead to the need for deep release..
the thick, gathering of that ache
     in gratitude-filled response,

the deepest of penetrations  
into the gorgeously-receiving openness    
of such a beautiful, Life-bringing spirit.

There is a giving and receiving,
that is both Giving.. and Receiving
  in its own beautiful nature.

I hope I have not said too much.
   I am so glad to have you near.



We go dancing nightly in the attic
While the moon is rising in the sky
If I'm too rough, tell me
I'm so scared your little head
will come off in my hands

https://youtu.be/VnIv9D5SK2U?si=m4tYdTU79QPbOg3W

Million dollar baby
Billion dollar baby
Trillion dollar baby
Zillion dollar baby
Nathan Oct 31
There is a woman, whom I know
You are so beautiful
Yet so often, she won’t let it show

There is a man, I may be he
I have always loved you
Yet so often, she cannot see

He won’t give up, no matter the pain
Somehow, I am the enemy
Were the last 10 years really in vain?

Warm light of Sun sets
Cold black darkness sets in


But did the Sun set?
Is darkness even new?
Or has darkness always been here?
Do we simply now have a view?

He is told he is the problem.
He is told “don’t blame me”.
He is told he has not valued.
He is told he cannot see.

He is told he is not good enough.
He is told others were better.
He is told she is not the problem.
He is told “only he has upset her”


Why, why oh Lord… I do not know…

This is my life’s calling, this is my conviction
I know not why, but I trust this is my mission
And while in this place of terrible friction
A “why” starts to appear among the most awful affliction

He knows he’s not perfect, he knows he has flaws
For these, I am so sorry
But he cannot find in good conscience, that he was the cause

She is hurting and confused, feeling such great pain
I am here for you my darling
There is much brokenness, feeling such great shame

She hides so much, even from family and friends
Please let me in my darling
He won’t leave her side, in this journey to the end

There is a woman, whom I know
You are so beautiful
Her opening up, is letting it show

There is a man, I may be he
I have always loved you
He hopes she will see
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