My heart is crying tears of pain
Breaking, crushing, each shred of you
Now I am free falling from our severed link
It hurts to feel you leave a place I thought I knew so well
Sadden that my love was not resilient enough
My intuitions grew stronger than I can bear
Your stars were the only way I knew to a home
I'm left here lost at sea finding my way to destiny
Blinded by the glare of an unknown journey
I regret how this has become truth...

MordsithLove

As if the stars have aligned and had it planned.
Those wishes upon them may have been heard after all.
Yet I long to feel your touch and taste your kiss.
Like the ripple of my finger disturbing still water,
My vibes are continuous until they reach you.

The full moon has awakened supernatural myths.
Howling at the moon, I hear your call for me.
This fog is clearing away from the murky swamp,
Chirps of nature creep and echo....

MordsithLove

Justifying Senses

Outcry. This is the song sung by the sirens of a place I keep hidden, a keep of my desires. A theme rung like the drums of a battlefield.

Quarrel. The howling cries of my angel to the deep belly laugh of my demon. Feud of reason, passion and lust; the harsh hisses heard by my faint heart, enticing the lavish kinks of my mind.

Awakened. As if this resurrection from his fiery touch is a breath of life to my virgin deviance. Yearning,...

MordsithLove

Finally! Yes! My mojo is back y'all!!

The barrier to my writers block has been chiseled down to a leaping freedom. I can now sit and write as it flows from my mind to the tips of my fingers.

This is such an amazing moment to finally have this hobby of mine back, it's been many years since I've had this effortless calling to write.

I want to thank many of you members here for appreciating my written work, it is such a gratitude hearing your responses...

MordsithLove

This drug stamped with lust, puts me in a stupor of desires. I get lost in this haze, letting it drift me apart from the current I swim.

The feeling of my thoughts, dancing upon one another. Fighting each others debates, a pointless argument of most.

I never pick the flowers, I pause to smell it's sweet perfume that attracts me.The velvet petals, rich in color...a beauty of bloom. I adore thee.

Clenching the fruitful seed in my palm, the soils of my roots...

MordsithLove