Flutter
By
Serena Mossgraves
The first sensation
Nearly too much,
So when the darkness comes,
Seeping across too warm skin…
Maybe it was enough to bring
The asylum doors open.
The crimson flower
Blooming into the abstract,
Making sure I doubt whether
It was even reality
Or just the flutter of
A dream.
Lyrics –
Walking on, walking on broken glass
Walking on, walking on broken glass
You were the sweetest thing that I ever knew
But I don’t care for sugar honey if I can’t have you
Since you’ve abandoned me
My whole life has crashed
Won’t you pick the pieces up
‘Cause it feels just like I’m walking on broken glass
Walking on, walking on broken glass
Walking on, walking on broken glass
The sun’s still shining in the big blue sky
But it don’t mean nothing to me
O-o-oh let the rain come down
Let the wind blow through me
I’m living in an empty room
With all the windows smashed
And I’ve got so little left to lose
That it feels just like I’m walking on broken glass
Walking on, walking on broken glass
And if you’re trying to cut me down
You know that I might bleed
‘Cause if you’re trying to cut me down
I know that you’ll succeed
And if you want to hurt me
There’s nothing left to fear
‘Cause if you want to hurt me
You do it really well my dear
Now everyone of us was made to suffer
Everyone of us is made to weep
We’ve been hurting one another
Now the pain has cut too deep
So take me from the wreckage
Save me from the blast
Lift me up and take me back
Don’t let me keep on walking (don’t let me keep on walking)
I kept on walking on
Keep on walking on broken glass
Walking on, walking on broken glass
Walking on, walking on broken glass
Walking on, walking on broken glass
Walking on, walking on broken glass
Walking on, walking on broken glass
Walking on, walking on broken glass
My 2 cents –
I feel like I’m terrible at communicating. Though I work with words and it should be simple…I don’t seem to be able to say anything right. This song hits too close to home with my ability to get my own thoughts to be understood.
He is not My friend
By
Patricia Harris
He said he was my buddy,
My brother, my bestie,
Anything to get me closer.
He wanted me to want more,
Wanted me hooked on
What he had in store.
He is not my friend,
He is the chills in the
Middle of the night,
He is not my friend,
He is the last minute
Need to fight.
He is not my friend,
He is my dealer.
This is the first day of a new month.
New months mean a fresh start from the mess that was July.
This is going to be a busy month.
I have 2 book releases for Fae corps and the deadline for the Anthology Nightmare Whiskers.
It’s also the last month of summer. Which is the one that I want to get as much resin time in as I can.
My kid suggested that I should try to make a TikTok shop for the jewelry I make.
It’s something that I have to think about.
I am thinking that Thursday is going to be a rotation of random things from now on. I rather enjoy the idea of making the reading posts and the art posts but I don’t always have the ability to make such a post every week.
Wave of Death
By
Serena Mossgraves
All things need oxygen.
The brain included.
Is life ended with the body,
Perhaps the most contested thought
The soul released when the body dies.
But what if we are still inside,
Starving for air and dying slowly?
Does the body work to survive,
And the wave of death
Is the release of the soul
From the house
The soul has built inside?
Lyrics –
Just let it go don’t wanna argue anymore
I can’t be sure I know just what are we fighting for
I know you’re scared and that you’re thinking I may go
I’m not leaving I’m not leaving
And if you’re thinking I might
Might be led astray
Just remember this one question
What if I was nothing?
What if this is true?
What if I was nothing, girl?
Nothing without you
So, what if I was angry?
What did you think I’d do?
I told you that I love you, girl
Nothing without you
I know it’s hard it seems we’ve worked at this so long
It’s often foolish pride that tells us we’re not wrong
I hear your voice you tell me that you’ll never go
And I believe it, I believe it
And if you’re thinking I might
Might be led astray
Just remember this one question
What if I was nothing?
What if this is true?
What if I was nothing, girl?
Nothing without you
So, what if I was angry?
What did you think I’d do?
I told you that I love you, girl
Nothing without you
We can keep this going on
We’ll make it work some way
And every step it makes us stronger every day (every day)
And if you’re thinking I might
Might be led astray (led astray)
Just remember this one question
What if I was nothing?
What if this is true?
What if I was nothing, girl?
Nothing without you
So, what if I was angry?
What did you think I’d do?
I told you that I love you, girl
Nothing without you
What if I was nothing?
What if this is true?
What if I was nothing, girl?
Nothing without you
So, what if I was angry?
What did you think I’d do?
I told you that I love you, girl
Nothing without you
My 2 cents –
I think that this is so often how love feels…. and exactly how hard it is to explain.
In wildflower fields
By
Patricia Harris
when you come traveling
through the fields of flowers
pick ones far from tame
and lose yourself…
For getting lost in
The fields of wildflower
Is a music to the mind
that allows you to leave
all of your stress and worry behind.
So I didn’t know what to post about today. I was just struggling with the reality of this month…
We had one of our chicken, who are pets go missing. Stray dogs scared her out of the yard. She was seen a block away, injured. She was the second one we have lost this month.
The first one was a baby silkie who got into the duck pool and drowned.
This is after our cat died.
So, this was a really rough month for me and my family.
I had posted in the local Facebook group that we were looking for her(the chicken). She has been missing five days today. We are facing the idea that she’s gone. Well Tuesday I got a message saying that a black chicken was wandering loose two blocks in the other direction.
My child is heartbroken at the loss of their baby. So dad and I went to check it out. We found a pair of loose chickens. They were not willing to be in the coop. Their owners were willing to give them to us if we could catch them.
Of the two we brought one home and the other one is supposed to be caught and given to us today.
Now the new one is peanut and is setting in well. I swear she purred the whole way home.
Dead Inside
By
Serena Mossgraves
The problem with life
Is expectations are so high
So much drama and the cost of pride.
It leaves everyone feeling
Like they might just be
Dead inside.
It drills holes in the soul
For emotion to crawl into
To hide.
Lyrics –
If I can’t let you go, will darkness divide?
For the fiction of love is the truth of our lies
We were playing for keeps but we both knew the cost
Now the only way out’s in your heart shaped box
But I hate that it seems you were never enough
We were broken and bleeding but never gave up
And I hate that I made you the enemy
And I hate that your heart was the casualty
Now, I hate that I need you
As we rest here alone like notes on a page
The finest to compose could not play our pain
With a candle through time I could still see your ghost
But I can’t close my eyes, for it
For it is there where you haunt me most
Where you haunt me most
I hate that it seems you were never enough
We were broken and bleeding, but never gave up
And I hope that I stain through your memory
As we echo through time in the melody
Now I hate that I need you
And I hear you now when you said it hurt
But it had to fall, fall apart to work
As I see you now in what’s left of me
Is it too late to plead insanity?
‘Cause I hate that it seems you were never enough
Yeah, we’re broken and bleeding in the name of love
And I hope that we meet in another life
I hope that we meet in another life
I don’t hate that I need you
(I don’t hate that I need you)
I don’t hate that I need you
(I don’t hate that I need you)
I don’t hate that I need you
My 2 cents –
Ever feel like you are watching something die, and you are helpless to stop it? Like you want to run but if you do you know that regret will drown you?… Yeah that’s what I hear and I fear drowning.
Pattimouse 