He was sweet in the beginning Many times throughout the relationship, too But more and more He accused her of cheating Of not loving him enough Constant beradement So much name calling Taking all her money Her confidence Her self love Everything he could take Long fights until dawn Outside the house The best husband The kindest Who wouldn’t hurt a fly One day he is so high So drunk He throws her against the wall Straight out of a bathtub She call the cops He even tells them she deserved it She made him do it He is out of the house now She can have peace? No Brace for the rest of her life Because the injury was major His friends constantly asking Coming by for things she doesn’t have Even cutting power lines to the house Limping for rest of her days Constant bullshit from all sides Leaving town Leaving her home is the only way for peace For happiness Why must people be this way?
the bumble bee when i heard the buzzing, i was afraid that there was a wasp in my house;
to my surprise it was just a big bumble bee—
hello, bumble!
i asked the universe to let her trust me, and i held out a hand; she seemed to recognize i was trying to help her and she crawled onto one of my fingers—
as i headed out of the steps of my apartment and outside she had managed to walk from one shoulder to my other shoulder,
and she seemed to buzz in gratitude;
but it was so loud in my ear that i waved her away— but the following day i saw her checking in on me, as if to see if i were okay. –linda m. crate
i rather dance with the moon i couldn’t begin to tell you every place where it hurts,
for there are so many scars that are only half-healed or open themselves when i scratch deep enough into the wound to feel it again;
so let us not imagine those places—
instead let me dwell in the places of healing: books, conversations with friends and family which are cozy and comfortable, music, poetry, fantasy books, the forest, underneath the moon in a sky full of stars, in the sunlit kisses of the creek, in the wings of fantasy and imagination where my mind is prone to go;
for these places bring me joy—
& while i will not deny the pain i’ve known, i’d rather dance with the moon than relive all of that misery again. –linda m. crate
shift in perspective climbing faery hills the world seems a bit more magical than mundane,
and i am able to see rainbows of flowers and colors i may not otherwise observe;
and i can suck in a deep breath of fragrant life beauty and fall in love with the blue skies and the sunlight dancing through the trees once more—
sometimes a mere shift in perspective is needed for happiness to come flying in. –linda m. crate
a different world butterflies do not swim, neither do fish fly; but i imagine a world in which the inverse is true—
a place where you can swim with butterflies, and where sometimes fish sometimes forget where they’re flying to and smack you in the face;
but i can imagine the chaos it would cause for the drivers who are simply minding their business
only for a fish to fly into their windshields—
but i still think it would be fun to swim with butterflies, imagine how quickly they’d be able to swim to keep themselves from the hungry maws of predators;
imagine how their beauty would dance across the sea. –linda m. crate
even the sun feels cold serenity is a state of mind that i’d like to reach again, sick of being caught in the chaos of all this fear, all this anger, all this pain;
sometimes the daffodils help me see the beauty in the midst of all these nightmares
but i fear i need more light— i know there’s light within me, but it feels too weak and dim to illuminate my soul the way it needs to shine;
need some other source to touch me with their fire— because even the sun feels cold. –linda m. crate
As a side Note we wish a happy Book birthday to Linda for Her Faerie Witch Queen that released today.
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i will be the light hammers are not made of cloud, and neither are nightmares made of unbreakable steel;
i will be the light that breaks open clouds, and shatters nightmares so they no longer have any teeth—
i feel their fangs have bitten this world long enough, so i will be the moon that brings about a song of reality that hurts less than any we have ever known;
i believe my magic is strong enough for this. –linda m. crate
paint a better world graveyards are for the living, for the dead know their names;
perhaps they even don new ones in their new lives—
sometimes i pray in a kinder universe than this one,
but if they must return to us in this one that will help shatter all the nightmares this world has ever known so we can feel the light of the sun without the crushing tongue of defeat or doom
brushing us in a painting—
let’s break the paint brush, and paint a better world. –linda m. crate
i need a faerie godmother my childhood is a dress from gossamer thread, being the eldest daughter i was expected to take care of everyone else but no one ever took care of me;
i was expected to be self-sufficient and always told i was strong when i asked for help instead of actually being given help—
sometimes i wish that i had been given a dress of many feathers, instead of this dress of glass which will easily shatter should i ever grow weary from the weight of the world;
but like always i suppose i’ll have to rely on my own magic to make it something less heavy and cumbersome—
it would be nice to have a faerie godmother like maleficent was to aurora in the live action movies, someone who could make it all happen with one whim of their magic effortlessly. –linda m. crate
the people you don’t forget unique is hard to describe, but you know it when you see it or feel it;
originality wrapped in a bow so different from anything else you’ve
ever known—
some turn their nose up at it, but i actually find it refreshing;
i love that new things can be invented in an old world—
i love seeing those who choose to define themselves rather than allowing the world to define them because more often than not people get it wrong,
so i like seeing people express themselves in ways i’ve never seen before;
people like that you don’t forget. –linda m. crate
beautiful as the moon let me disappear into nature, from the forest to the glen;
i’ll grow a pair of inky black feathers like those of a crow—
i’ll live in the purest blue skies, and shelter in a woodland cottage during storms;
i will be free of society and all the damage they’ve caused me and those i once loved—
maybe there i can know a place called magic, the place who can give me a comfortable song who will embrace me in all of my phases; tell me i am as beautiful as the moon. –linda m. crate
illuminate starting from nothing can be rewarding, books wouldn’t be written if an author didn’t first sit down and write it;
i love the act of creation, making something of nothing—
adding a little bit of magic to a world who seems to have forgotten it, whispering a bit of whimsy in a world who often forgets how to dream;
nightmares run rampant— i think it’s important to create light when and where we can to illuminate those who have a hard time seeing in the dark. -linda m. crate
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