I no longer wish to push the cursor, but to be pulled by it. To cling to it with everything as my soul is displayed upon the page as my cries are heard and where dreams come true.
Copyright (C) 2020 Penny Wilson All Rights Reserved
*An older post but still true.
Tormented fingers
race
across the keyboard
Release sought
from unrelenting
thoughts
Agonizing assault
ignored
Pain denied
Cascade of words
flow
from tormented digits
Satiated deliverance
once more
achieved
Copyright © 2018 Penny Wilson All Rights Reserved
*An older post but even more relevant today.
Every rose
has a struggle
We tend
our roots
and nourish
our ground
To bloom and thrive
means taking a chance
It means surviving
the storm
To beat the odds
we must grow
our own thorns
Copyright (C) 2022 Penny Wilson
A whisper that brushed my skin A touch I’ll always remember I hold tight with my heart To the memory of that night in the moonlight Copyright (C) 2022 Penny Wilson
You loved me, once. I loved you too. We thought our story would be different. We would beat the odds, we were sure. First we lied to ourselves, that it wouldn't happen to us. Then we lied to each other, pretending everything was alright. Finally, we lied to the world, putting on the masks. Somewhere between the lies is where my heart lived. Copyright (C) 2022 Penny Wilson All Rights Reserved
Copyright (C) 2022 Penny Wilson All Rights Reserved
*My mind has been on how we hold on to yesterday’s. We can’t move past them. Time goes so quickly and we are only only here for such a short time. Don’t spend that time trapped in the past when the treasure of today is so sweet and the promise of tomorrow beckons.
**Thanks to my buddy Chuck at The Reluctant Poet for inspiring this piece.
My dragons burrow deep and sleep the sleep of the evil. They lie in wait. They make sure I have my defenses down; that I am once again comfortable in my own skin.
My peripheral vision sees the shadow of these beasts occasionally as they melt into the background. I try as I might to catch them before they are loose, but they are too clever.
These dragons will creep into my room and sit at the foot of my bed, watching as I slumber. I have fooled them only once; feigning sleep as their foul breath assaults my senses. The stench of their evil is almost overwhelming.
I have awakened on many moonless nights, sure I would see them. My heart is in my throat as I sweep the room. I must be sure to catch them if they linger. All that lingers is the cold sweat that penetrates my gown and their stench. Sleep will elude me this night, for the dragons have already started their assault.
With the dawn, I greet the day with trepidation. How will the dragons manifest this time? Will I find myself once again in the dark? Will I be alone with my dragons, with nothing more than hope to see my way back into the light?
As I lock the front door and walk down the street, I can feel the dragons’ breath on my neck….
Amazing image found on Google Images. Credit to the wonderful artist that created it.
Copyright (C) 2014 Penny Wilson All Rights Reserved
*This piece was written about my struggle over the years with Depression. I’m in a good place these days, thank God. But my mind has been on the ongoing struggle that many have with Mental Illness. The Struggle IS Real. For Help and articles that I’ve compiled and written on the subject, please visit my Mental Health Help Page HERE.
Please also see my recent post, asking for your help with much needed resources, HERE. Thank you for joining me on this journey. ❤
You are the magician pulling my heart from that black hat You hold that fragile organ on the tip of your tongue to be cut out with a phrase to leave it exposed is risking the darkness I willingly risk it all to be another participant in your magic show Copyright (C) 2022 Penny Wilson
She studied lore and craft
Her heart’s desire to obtain.
She used bat’s wings and chants
And even a little wolfbane.
She locked him in a cage
And cast spells on him each night.
She summoned demons and beasts
And trolls by moonlight.
She took flight with Count Dracula
To learn of his secrets.
Nothing she tried seemed to work
Was this man her weakness?
Finally, defeated
She turned him loose one day.
She said “although I love you
You must be on your way”.
“Your love is what I’ve desired
But it can’t be earned like this.
Before you leave my home
Would you grant me just one kiss?”
He looked at her with kindness
And took her hand with care.
He pulled her close and kissed her
And then he gave her such a glare.
“Although I’ve kissed your lips most foul
You’ll not live to see another nightfall
I am a warlock casting my own spell
I'll turn you into a rat; quite small.”
Before his eyes, she shrank
And began to grow a snout.
She scampered away quickly
To look for a way out.
Before you cast a spell
on the man of the moment.
Use caution, for he may seek revenge
by turning you into a rodent.Copyright © 2022 Penny Wilson
*Happy Halloween All! I hope you enjoyed! 🙂
I am being dragged My feet splayed out behind me scuffing the tips of my boots A small cloud of dust encompasses me as I hold on for all I am worth There are days when I have control of the thing and days like today when I do not I knew its course It had been targeting my antagonist for some time I wanted him dead too But not now Not yet To my amazement it struck without hesitation Dragging me through the blood and the gore I had no choice but to become part of the appalling onslaught The cursor savored the joy within the protagonist as it ends the life of the villain The cursor has won Today I’m breathless my pulse is pounding I finally release my hold on the cursor My hands shake as I add the final period End of scene Copyright © 2018 Penny Wilson *With it being close to Halloween, I thought this might be a fun post to repeat. I hope you enjoyed this.
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