Category Archives: Original Works

Love (A Working Title…)

All love ends in loss: of connection, of contact, of life. But a life lived longing for love unrequited is a life lived in misery and strife.

For love to endure, it must be often felt & rarely spoken, as words are unnecessary at best. What purpose have they such a force to convey, whose power too great to be verbally expressed?

So better is love to give but not seek, than to seek never learning how to give. And better it is to live but not speak, than to speak love that is never truly lived.

Love Unaware

I wish I was strong enough to let you know that
I wanna be strong enough to let you go, but
I know every song on the radio just
makes it feel wrong so I keep my head up.

I wonder if you even think about me, or
did you forget everything that I tried to be for
you. If you’d let me just show it, you’d see more:
I can be all that you want and could need- sure!

But can you let go and just let me be the
one that you need- one who sets you free? See:
I know your soul- spiritually we meet, he
takes me away to places I’ve never seen
before…
(…and he’s never a bore!)

But you keep him locked up inside of your mind, you’ve
hidden him away so that no one can find who
you really are when the darkness sheds light to
illuminate the way to your heart that is like new-
because you’ve only used it a couple of times, too!

But you locked it up behind ice, thorn and vines to
keep it away from degenerate minds who
never appreciate it’s kind and aren’t kind to
a heart that’s truly one-of-a-kind (just like mine, too!)

And never deserved all the pain it got used to-
but kept right on loving despite getting used, too:
as long as nobody’s love was ever let in to
melt away all the ice and cause feelings again. Whew!!!

(So how’s that working out for ya!?)

I say let go of the pain and the past and the doubt!
Let go of the fear and let what’s inside out!
Cause what if love really is all it’s about?
What good has it done you avoiding that route?

Here we are with the scars of the love we cast out;
no one near, no one hears because we don’t scream or shout.
We just pretend it’s not there- this thing we can’t live without-
and give life to the fear that gives way to the doubt.

So why do you hide while I continue to cry?
And why speak to me in my mind when I’m high?
Why sever the ties that bind you and I?
And why leave me blind, begging just to know why!?

I think it’s because you still fear what’s to come.
And so you think it best to keep me on the run:
available to you when you’re ready for fun;
alienated from your life until your work’s done.

But there are consequences to keeping me at arm’s reach,
like mending the fences: replanting the seeds
of the plants torn by tension from not receiving my needs
or wants, wishes and desires fulfilled in the least.

I’ll give you an extension: as much time as you need
to heed my intentions in taming the beast
of your heart- not to mention your soul that must feast
on my mind and my body just so it can find peace.

I just need your attention, my fears to release!
What a novel invention: a love that won’t cease!

When you’re ready to steady the connection we share,
and not above showing love- or even that you still care,
when you’re out and about and are wondering where-
cause you find in your mind that I’m no longer there;

And you’re missing my kissing and are finally aware
that the whole of our souls know they belong together somewhere,
you’ll awake in a lake of my fire and won’t care:
just amazed I stayed blazed in your love unaware ❤

An original work by *crptnite*

All content is to be considered fictional and any likeness to any persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental- all truths are said in jest 😉

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The Butterfly That Emerged (From The Rose That Grew From Concrete)

Remember the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete? It pushed through the harshness of adversity, determined to see the sun. But it’s journey wasn’t yet complete, it had only just begun.

Although it had surfaced, it’s beauty in full bloom, buried deep within the rose was a tiny cocoon.

Here lied the life-force, the strength it would need to develop as a rose in a sea of concrete and weeds.

How it got there, no one knows- not even the rose. Guess this just happened to be the one that God chose.

But it laid there protected, nestled deep in the bloom. And it grew undetected- like a child in a womb.

When it had learned all it could in a place without light, it began struggling to break free- but was afraid to take flight.

Without guidance, it was fighting- all alone with itself. ‘Til it poked one tiny hole and began calling for help.

Along came a bee, busy sowing his seeds, who was drawn to this rose which stood out from the weeds.

He flew into the petals to gather it’s pollen, but as he got deeper, heard the tiny voice calling.

“Relax!” said the bee, “Soon you’ll fly just like me! But first you must struggle- only you can break free! I’d save you if I could, but you must know one thing: it takes the pressure of the struggle to develop your wings! But should you ever make it- and I suggest that you try, I believe you will emerge a glorious butterfly!”

His words gave her hope and the courage to persevere. Then he left her to struggle and face down her fears.

It took several tries, but she finally got it right: first one hole, then another- she was determined to take flight!

One day she finally emerged and spread her beautiful wings! Then set off to find the bee because she knew she was his queen- though she didn’t know how or where or why: for she had come from the ground and he came from the sky.

When she finally caught his attention, he just looked at her and smiled. He said, “Did I forget to mention: I dig chicks who are wild!”

Where the wind would take them, neither of them knew. And neither did they care- they just had fun as they flew!

An Island Fantasy

Oh what I would give to be lost at sea!

Nobody else: just the Captain and me

Not another soul for miles & miles

As we sail on toward deserted isles

To be shipwrecked on salty land

Our burning flesh all covered in sand

Our bodies uniting as we intertwine

Until the sun turns the ocean into sweet red wine

I pleasure him, he pleasures me

Together we explode into exctasy

I’d look in his eyes and kiss his lips

Caress his whole body with my fingertips

He’d quench my thirst and I’d quench his

Together we’d discover what paradise is

We’d live off the land and each other’s love

At night we’d explore all the Heavens above

We’d never grow weak and we’d never grow old

We’d never grow tired and we’d never grow cold

He’d love me as much on the day that I die

As I loved him when he said good bye

But now he is there and I am here

Losing him was my biggest fear

Yet I look toward the sky and can’t help but smile

Thinking of my Captain and our deserted isle ❤

While You Were Gone

While you were gone, I finally got brave & left home: I moved away to the country, got back in touch with nature- on my own.

While you were gone, I sat on a stone overlooking a creek- reading Marjorie Holmes.

While you were gone, I spent my first Thanksgiving and Christmas in someone else’s home.

While you were gone, I read the entire Bible cover-to-cover.

While you were gone, my step-dad passed on so we moved back home with my mother.

While you were gone, I finally got to see my kids’ toes wiggling in the sand- and saw the ocean again for the first time since I was twelve.

While you were gone, I was mostly alone with my kids & really needed your help.

While you were gone, we stayed in a homeless shelter after some Wal*Mart employee said sleeping in their parking lot is wrong.

While you were gone, I chased the moon to Alabama & begged it to bring you home.

While you were gone, I really wasn’t sure where I belonged.

While you were gone, I kissed my dad’s mom goodbye- but couldn’t make it home for the funeral when she died.

While you were gone, I didn’t sleep: I just looked at your pictures and cried.

While you were gone, I sang in public for the first time: I opened with Whatta Man but should’ve sang Any Man of Mine.

While you were gone, I got raped again- or maybe it was my fault for drinking too much and thinking he was a friend.

While you were gone, I tried to be faithful- I wanted to stay pure. But I slipped a few times ‘cuz waiting’s hard when you’re unsure: the way you left it made me think you didn’t want me anymore.

While you were gone, I lost my mind & they locked me up again- took my kids: they took my life- when all I needed was a friend.

While you were gone, I overdosed twice & tried to strangle myself: I used the phone cord                       I was really hurting & needed help- you’d thought I’d only called ‘cuz I was bored.

While you were gone, I learned to let go- and now I find that I am free: losing control was the way to go in order to finally learn to love ME!

While you were gone, I did almost everything except moving on: I tried but my heart won’t accept it was wrong.

I really missed you while you were gone ❤