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Sleepy time scratches.
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The Birthday
My Dad passed away in November. Today would have been his 75th birthday. He pushed me so hard growing up that as a teenager I resented him. It took me becoming a mother myself to realize that he understood me better than anyone else. I was head-strong and willful, and pushing was the only way to get through. I owe much of who I am today to him. Sadly, I never got the chance to tell him thank you. Today, I want to say happy birthday to him.
It seems like it was yesterday
That we said goodbye
I held your hand as you took your last breath
Then hung my head to cry
We butted heads and argued
We never could agree
But despite it all, deep in my heart
I know you were an amazing Dad to me
You helped shape me and mold me
Into the woman I am today
You were gruff and you were pushy
But that was just your way
Now that I’m a mother
With stubborn, head-strong kids too
I think I understand
You pushed so hard because you knew
You knew that I would succeed
You knew I needed a stronger hand
You knew what I was capable of
You were the only one to understand
So thank you Dad, for everything
I owe it all to you
I want to say I love you
And Happy Birthday too!
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The King of the Castle...
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The Deal
Pristine and unblemished soul, now dark and tattered. A desperate and clandestine deal, I didn’t think it mattered. Selfishness and desire, a bargain wrought in blood; falling into black despair, for what I saw as love. Her heart virtuous, her body pure; I took her, my evil to endure. A flower in a broken vase, a stranger she sees in her own face.
-TMW
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The Flower
Though the blades of grass do bend And flowers lose their perfume sweet Many things do wither away Crushed beneath time’s feet
The most beautiful flower of all Blooms in adversity When it seems nothing could survive She stands, so quietly
She need not trumpet her accomplishment Merely know that she has won For no rain, wind, or snow Could ever bring her down
Man alone is her enemy For he cuts her fragrant bloom Man alone can take her Fill her world with doom
Weeping, her petals fall Upon man’s high table He has taken her life from her He’d take her soul if able
But deep within her sorrow There is a tiny, shining seed Planted with reverence Hope will grow indeed.
-TMW
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Love Died
Love Died
Love, it flies on gossamer wings Persistently eluding my grasp Has it left me for eternity Just to show me how to love once more? Aimlessly wandering Through my deplorable existence Trailing butterfly kisses That scorch and mutilate my soul Will these wounds ever heal Or am I irrevocably broken? Trapped in this prison of emotion Desperately yearning for release My soul on fire Smouldering From the heat of my Passions I whisper through flames Hot-blooded desire "Love," I laugh, "My black angel, Love died."
-TMW
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The Vase
The Vase
No one wants to buy a broken vase No matter how pretty the flowers It sits on a shelf collecting dust Throughout the days long hours It’s just a tiny little crack A flaw in the design It got that way by being handled Too roughly at times And though the vase has beauty It’s buried deep inside You have to look closely To see the splendor that it hides Cracked but not shattered Disregarded little vase Always pushed aside For another to take its place It doesn’t need to be repaired Just a little tender, loving care And someone to look beyond The scars that are there
-TMW
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Transmute your weakness into strength. Embrace the dark to find the light hidden within it.
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There is a real life Hogwarts opening this month in Poland…
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Yours
A look, a smile, a gentle caress
Upon my battered soul
And I was yours
My heart had been shattered
By those who came before
But then I was yours
You taught me that love
Should not hurt
Then you hurt me the most
You walked away from our love
Never even looking back
And left me with a ghost
The ghost of your love remains
He haunts me every day
He never lets me rest
Despite the hurt and the tears
I look back and realize
I loved your love the best
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