Patricia Harris-
Patricia Harris is a dreamer, crafter, gamer and digital artist who loves creativity in life. A half mad poet, her writing is found all over social media and various other websites. She is a devoted mom who can be found doing a variety of art when she isn’t penning poetry and writing words. She is owner of the indie publishing company Fae Corps publishing. For more from Patricia, check out www.Facebook.com/mouseypoet or pattimouse.blog
And for a reading list of her books go to https://books2read.com/rl/PatriciaHarris
And as Serena Mossgraves -
Serena Mossgraves is a twisted faery with a love of gothic settings and an urge to scare. She’s constantly on the prowl for new ways to twist old stories into dark tales that excite and terrify. If you’re also drawn to nightmares, come visit Serena on Facebook at www.facebook.com/serenitysfall Or check out her reading list at https://books2read.com/rl/serenamossgraves
I shut my eyes You call but I just cut the line I know your style I know that you want one more night And I’m backsliding Into this just one more time Too far from over you Beams from your M2 Are blowing through my room And now you Lay down in my shoes You dyed your hair blue Oh, so much déjà vu And now I can feel your love Your temporary touch It’s a hit and run You go back there when you’re done Don’t you want some more ‘Cause I can feel your love That purple touch Everyone who sees you falls in love You eat us up You live like you’re on camera You slide on top A moon to all the juice in us Too far from over you Beams from your M2 Are blowing through my room And now you Lay down in my shoes You dyed your hair blue Oh, so much déjà vu And now I can feel your love Your temporary touch It’s a hit and run You go back there when you’re done Don’t you want some more ‘Cause I can feel your love Maybe in time When we’re both better at life Daylight can open my eyes And you’ll still be by my side But meanwhile I’ve got my contact high You’ve got your powdered lies We’ve got these summertime nights Night by night I let you eat me alive I want you to eat me alive I want you to eat me alive I can feel your love Your temporary touch It’s a hit and run You go back there when you’re done I can feel your love Your temporary touch It’s a hit and run You go back there when you’re done I can feel your love Your temporary touch It’s a hit and run You go back there when you’re done Don’t you want some more ‘Cause I can feel your love I can feel your love I can feel your love I can feel your love I can feel your love I can feel your love
My 2 cents –
my son recommended this to me and it is so powerful.
To be honest I did not know what to say this week.
How often can you complain about the same thing before even you start to see it as just whining? And that is often the thing with chronic illness…we end up feeling like we are whining. No one wants to hear that it hurts for the millionth time. We can’t do anything that remotely feels useful.
Sometimes I wonder if anyone is interested in the dribble I do have to say. Then I think about it and realize that it doesn’t matter. I still need to speak my truth. I still have to get up and fight every day. Giving up is not in the cards.
So, Though I really didn’t know what to say today…I wanted to at the very least say HI. I Exist!
the candle flickered softly
till the snuffer was brought forth.
the illusion of knowledge
given to the world is stripped
as the light fell from the eyes
of the innocent when truth was seen.
perhaps the snuffer has uses,
the world darkness does need…
the light has uses and knowledge
can be gleaned by leaving
the innocent to see.
Pattimouse 