I want to write a song…;-)

I know this is an unusual post for me, but…

If you are a musician and need words to accompany your art please consider giving me a try. I would love to cross writing a song to someone’s music off of my bucket list. You can read some of my poems in this anthology. I have also published a series of six chapbooks under The Moonlight Collection. I will gladly send you free copies of my poetry in exchange for samples of your music:-)

storm

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our storm
wreaked havoc
an instantaneous
combustion
killed our sanity
you were there
i was here
then the wind
blew us apart
i was there
you were here
never on the same page
were we my dear
I breathe easier now
the dark is cool
the light is warm
no fear
no angst
no rage
just life
just me
no more we

honestly

I was trying too hard to get a poem out of my brain today.

I posted a poem with typos before I lost my nerve to share it.

Thank you for reading my words. I am in the middle of gathering my poems for a collection of some sort…maybe;-)

I have read several books of poetry recently. I’m not a person that enjoys reading or writing book reviews.

I never read them because I want to form my own opinions about collections, but these books were dark, delicious, deep.

People will forget what you wrote, but they will never forget how you made them feel. I always order poetry books instead of downloading them because I like to hold them in my hands as I am feeling the words the poet wrote.

Your words leave permanent watermarks on my heart.

Vx♡

our crucible

in the heat
of moments
that tear us apart
spaces are born
that could bring us
together again,
but instead
i look at you
and feel claustrophobic

so long we have been on
this carnival ride
i have forgotten
the youth of my fecundity
is that how you feel too?
sometimes the fractures of our
hearts are too much to bear
too painful
too impossible to reimagine


so i sip on wine
smoke weed
pop pills
shop
treat you like shit
because you
did this to us
it was you
that broke the contract
you that fucked whores
you that created the memories
we live with now
you
you
you

then i look at my reflection
in the glass and remember
i chose to stay
i chose to fight
i chose to believe
in the who of what
we used to be
so who’s the fool
you or me?

you are so far away
from where you were
you have worked hard
to be better
even i can see
the good in you now,
but it is not enough
i crave more than
you can ever live up to
i have an insatiable hunger
for something that might
not even exist…something
that keeps me away from
the bond of another covenant
with you


i play around
scheme
fantasize
scream
wish
dream
of another thing that will
end my quest for happiness
one foot barely in
one way far out
one is not enough
two is how many
players it takes
to play the game of love
it only takes one to
break the deal
one to keep searching
for pieces of a puzzle
that might never
be complete
one to give in
to the agony
of defeat

Sunday blew my mind

Sunday blew my mind. After an incredible night of sleep I prepared myself for what promised to be an amazing day. It was! I am still processing what happened between 7:30 am and 9:30 pm on Sunday.

It was a day of immense gifts from a vast array of people, places, and things. I could give you the details, but you would not believe me. I don’t even believe it and I lived it!

Somedays we experience grace through a hazy maze of incredible opportunities. We don’t know where we are being led, but we trust our gut and go for it. I did and it was divine;-)

Suffice to say that angels gave me things I could not have imagined and pearls of wisdom were planted deep into my soul. And then I came home to find a book of poetry by River Dixon on my doorstep titled Lost in the Hours. I was lost in every second, minute and hour of the day and I’m sure I will be again, when I dip into his book.

Damn I had an excellent day~

Thank you God. You sent me a ton of holy shit and it blew my mind.

My dearly beloveds…

This was a monster of a humbling day. I did things I have never done. I heard my recorded voice loud and clearly for the first time in…I can’t remember how long it has been, but…EEEKKK!🎃

I am no Catherine Zeta- Jones, Demi Moore, Meryl Streep or Katherine Hepburn. (One day I will share why I chose their voices:-)

I also fainted last night for the first time ever. Thank God I was not alone, because I blacked out for a few seconds. I was not hurt, but it was a wake-up call.

I’ve been feeling dizzy and went to have blood work done the day before yesterday. I have lost 10 lbs in the last month because I have lost my appetite. I don’t live to eat so I was not that concerned, but now I am.

I think that the past six months have taken a toll on our country, on some of you and probably on me too. I cannot wait for the virus and the hateful voices to stop destroying the freedom of our beautiful nation and the rest of the world. The corruption, chaos, and decapitations must come to a screeching halt. I will do my part. I must. It is all any of us can do.

On a brighter note…I have been working on a Halloween/Dia de Muertos/Day of the Dead collaboration with another poet/writer/voice over narrator! It is our goal to bring you a spooky treat this weekend! 👻

💤 Time to rest and rejuvenate. 💤

Forgive my popping in an out of this wonderful community of writers, poets, and artists. I hope to be back on my regular schedule in November.

xxxkissiesxxx

ValentinA♡

If…

“If you want something you have never had, you have to do things you have never done.”

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“The Mayflower attempted to depart England on three occasions, once from Southampton on 5 August 1620; once from Darthmouth on 21 August 1620; and finally from Plymouth, England, on 6 September 1620.”

So if at first you don’t succeed, do over~

Yes, I have had some recent attempts that failed, but going back to reset and plan to kicka some butt. ✔

Vx♡

On Sundays I sin,uhhh sing;-)

The 13 Days of October

On the 11th day of October
my monster gave to me…

Eleven hanging coffins
Ten bottled potions
Nine zombie bridesmaids
Eight Hungry Ghost books
Seven bodies floating
Six crows an omen
Five bloody knives
Four crawling bugs
Three chocolate skulls
TWO finger treats
And a bat hanging from a tree…🦇

A side note about this post. I was going to use the words wooden or nailed to describe the coffins, but just for grins I explored coffins and then I landed on these!

Hanging coffins at Sagada, Mountain Province in the Philippines. (Image by wiki)

Cool, right? What an interesting way to… hang out~ 🙃

To be continued…

Vx♡