Posted in Poetry, Writing

Offensive Ache

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. 
Posted in Poetry

Between the Lies


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
Posted in Life, Poetry

Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow

Yesterday gives me the sweet recollections of my youth, the innocence of the time.  The memories of the dark also exist here.  This is where the horrors live. 

Yesterday reminds me to forgive myself for the foolish girl that I was; the selfish choices, the poor judgement that was part of the process.

My past lives, loves, friendships and evil beings reside in the past.  Those that wished me harm are safely locked behind me, not allowed into the now.  

I pull myself up and out of the muck and the mud of yesterday’s that wish to bury me and cling I to the edges of today.  

Today is where the sunrises live.  It is where the sweet scent of my tomorrow is faint but tempting me to move forward.  

My tomorrow lies just beyond the horizon.  I am excited to begin the journey that will take me there.  My only choice to take me into tomorrow is to concentrate my efforts on today.  

I must remember to breathe in the day, examine each moment and savor every experience.  Now is the treasure of today.  Tomorrow is the treasure that awaits me.

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.

Posted in Poetry, Prose

Dragons in the Dark

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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.

Posted in Poetry

The Magician


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


Posted in Poetry, Writing

Twisted Spell



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!  🙂

Posted in Poetry, Writing

Premature Murder


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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