#themed
There's something sweet that moves the garden air,
It fills my chest with embers of the sun.
The morning dew clings light as starlit hair,
Upon my face their luster softly spun.
And yet I know the comfort of these hues
That once had led me down to kneel and sow.
The darkened groves beneath the wistful yews
Have loosed me to the place where gardens grow,
Where you, so sweet, compel my voice to sing
With birds that soar along your tower's ledge;
They've carried you within their loving wings,
And clothed your heart with flowers of the hedge.
Beneath the stars my serenade begins,
For you whose roses kissed soft summer skin.
Nov 28, 2025
Nov 28, 2025 at 6:10 PM UTC
Hear, my love, I bowed at the garden's edge
To tend in waiting, as dew waits for dawn.
That light might guide you to the tower's ledge,
And grace my eyes in beauty that was drawn.
Afraid if I should call out too loudly;
My heart's sole song might fall upon deaf ears.
Once silent, my voice that spoke too softly
May sing in joy knowing it's you that hears.
Not one small candle, not six flames by night:
For many happy lights birth a new day.
If candles hold the wish whispered in sight,
Then close your eyes, and forever I'll stay.
I breathe the garden's love you bring so near,
And listen to the bloom I hold so dear.
Nov 27, 2025
Nov 27, 2025 at 4:27 PM UTC
dealt a bad hand of cards and cursed with an unlucky fortunate,
i stirred the cauldron until it boiled over
voodoo vibes ran through my veins
and you were my witch doctor
black magic in the streets and traces of you lurking in my sheets
no spell can give me absolution from the curse you cast upon me
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 12:34 AM UTC
It starts with a single time,
you get back up saying you're fine 'till in the dark place you find yourself crying,
temptation seems to work on overtime.
The slightest one you thought would be fun,
regretting it now wanting to run, feeling alone your heart so cold,
it begins to suddenly hit home,
Noticing you're not the only one feeling it ,
hurt them all without meaning it,
while all along they've been screaming it.
This thing I cannot grip,
I've lost all control,
lack of feelings in my soul,
time on time I say I'm done,
promises are made said it was the last one.
Everyones is different,
but in a way the same,
all caught in an over active brain,
each day a new beginning,
not knowing what it will be bringing,
a throw back, a relapse,
here it goes again,
each of us wonder can it ever end.
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 12:24 PM UTC
12 in the dark, I sit awake by the window,
Across from Hyde Park, and the feel of the wind oh,
Sparking a bark, Nana's remarking from below,
Canine matriarch against the boy with no shadow,
Time's flickering by and I begin to rust,
Consumed, I'm high with lust just for pixie dust,
But to fly you must be robust and adjust,
And I can't, though I try, I just look with disgust,
Sitting on the sill, I think of him mournfully,
Hard as I try, I can't think of him scornfully,
Despite the fact that he talks so informally,
He says my name and I know I was born to be,
Part of the family, I think of them nightly,
Tootles, the twins, Curly, Nibs and Slightly,
Second star to the right, it shines so brightly,
Hope he might come back if I ask politely,
He doesn't apologize, he's immature and he's cold,
Lives in a land without rules so he can't be controlled,
But as soon as I saw him I knew I'd struck green-gold,
Peter Pan is a joke that just never gets old,
Don't smile at crocodiles down in Neverland,
And if you hear a ticking clock, hope the ships are manned,
Because there's a high demand for the taste of pirate band,
And if you're not hooked by now then Hook'll tell you first hand,
I flew here like a bird in a night-dress, frilly,
Scared, trying to fight stress, skin like Chantilly,
Found Peter and I confess that the boy's my Achilles,
Now I'm a lost girl treading on Tiger Lillies,
Acorns and thimbles are my idea of 'bases',
And sword fights with pirates are my ***** chasers,
Watching the boys as they fly and admiring Peter Pan,
But he's the boy who can't love here in Neverland,
I wanted devotion, to marry men who were charming,
So I repressed, left my emotion, I left Peter Pan snarling,
My own species no longer, just a common starling,
Caged by age at my window, I'm Wendy Darling.
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 3:36 PM UTC
For one hundred days, we set sail without as much as one distraction.
But the skies open up,
the waves begin to groan.
The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound,
and a wave broke over the railing.
The lost ship would not float again,
with tattered sails and opening seams,
and deck bestrewn with falling beams,
in the deep ocean it will remain.
I feel your fear and despair.
I was much farther out than you thought.
I scream but nothing, nothing will come out.
You’ve gone too far…..
Another nameless sailor’s ghost lost to the sea.
As the tide just sweeps and sways,
When will I find my way home?
Where is the shore-line?
Will this open water become my tomb?
Whoever told the sun to wake?
And whoever told the moon to clutch the sea?
Alone, yes alone, I may not survive.
The water’s getting so hard to tread
with these waves crashing over my head.
Just a hug could make me feel like I was never alone.
Light rain-drops fall and wrinkle the sea.
I should have known the tides were getting higher.
I will fall asleep,
to close my eyes is to be at sea,
and live eternally, immortally.
There was never any way of going back to the old world with any sort of victory,
or good tidings of new discovery.
At sea I sail in the bellowing gale,
on my way to the end.
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 8:04 AM UTC