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StressThe unbearable weight,
it crushes me,
holds me down under it.
I try to stand, to rise,
only to fall to my knees once more.
I feel as if someone swept
my feet out from under me.
And there's no one to help me,
no hand reaching,
no arms holding me up.
Feeling so alone,
even among a crowd of friends.
It's not right, I shouldn't feel
this way, this trapped.
It's almost as if I were stuck,
sealed in a coffin, the dirt holding me in.
I'm unseen, unheard.
Trying to be the strong one,
when all I want to do is break down.
To cry and sob and scream,
to let everything out.
For once, I want to be the weak one,
not the c

Eternally YoursAt times it seems as if
it were only yesterday we met.
The time has passed so quickly,
days, months, even years, becoming
a blur of a shared reality.
Others dream of a love like ours.
Timeless, perfect, true.
Never was there a doubt,
we were meant for one another.
There can be no others,
not for us.
Our hearts, our souls,
so deeply entwined
one about the other,
it would be impossible to know
where one begins,
where the other ends.
All around us, others age,
their love, their beauty
fades, withers and dies
like the roses in winter.
But we do not,
ours is a love to outlast time,
and I will always be...
Eternally

An Awkward DanceYou bow, I curtsy.
Our initial greeting.
The music begins to play.
Glove to glove,
our hands touch.
Careful not to touch
skin to skin,
forbidden to us now.
Candlelight flickers,
shimmering off my hair,
making it seem like fire.
The dance makes us sway,
swirling about
one another.
The other couples
gaze with longing into
each others eyes,
yet we avoid that part.
Balancing on the edge
of the music,
like the sharpness of a blade.
Both denying the knife
that twists in our hearts,
but which is telling the truth?
The music stops,
you bow, I curtsy,
and once more we part.

Gone -Writing prompt 2-Last night I dreamt...
of the day we met,
the courtship that followed,
of our wedding day.
All the happy memories,
which warmed me as I slept.
But when I awoke...
even the sun outside
could not dispell the gloom,
surrounding what was once
our happy home.
Each morning, I awake,
in our bed,
alone, so alone...
Missing your touch,
your smile,
missing the laughter that
so easily graced your deep eyes.
I miss the way you looked at me.
And each morning,
the realization hits me
like a burning arrow to my heart,
you're gone...

The Phantom QueenRaven marked, wolf-bit.
She has set Her sights on me.
Ever is She behind me,
lurking in the shadows.
It will not be Her graceful gentility
I shall see,
but Her cold, dark embrace
I shall feel.
The Phantom Queen calls to me.
I am bound to follow Her,
all the way to the Otherworld.
My flat refusals of Her
are to no avail.
The Morrighan believes in me,
and now it is Her I believe in.
She has washed my armor,
with Her own pale hands.
Only this morning
did I happen upon
the mournful scene.
A baleful look,
in Her dark eyes,
fixed me to the spot.
I could not look away,
morbidly seeing every detail,
removing all d

The Woman I Am TodayIt seems as if this day, of all days...
I leave behind my childhood,
so much of my innocence
has been shed in the lessons
I've learned along the way.
A turning point, the cusp between
being thought a child and an adult.
Looking back, I see everything,
all that brought me to this point.
All the steps, all the trials,
things magical and things ungainly.
My triumphs and my failures,
these are what make me the woman I am today.
What lies ahead of me,
is still shrouded in mystery.
I may know what I want,
I may know how to get there,
but the journey will not be easy.
Some friends will fall by the wayside,
and new

Your WordsA touch, a kiss, a smile.
Your words, encouraging.
Constantly telling me,
how wonderful,
how beautiful,
how talented,
I am.
But am I really?
Or is it just how you see me?
So many moments,
just us two,
no one else around.
You cuddle me,
you kiss me,
you hold me.
Each moment precious.
You say you love me,
every chance you get.
But do you really?
Or is just what you think I want to hear?
How will I ever know?
I guess I'll just have to
take it on faith,
and hope you don't break me.

Living In The PastIt still seems so real to me.
All I have to do is close my eyes.
And I can hear your laugh,
the soft words you
used only with me.
The little growl in your voice.
Our song plays behind me,
reminding me of brighter days,
bringing the past back to life.
The joy I felt,
when you said you loved me.
Stolen moments, all alone,
everyone looking for us.
They tried so hard,
wanting to barge in,
jealous of what we had.
Your arms around me,
lips on mine.
The magic I felt with each touch.
Now, with my eyes closed,
I can still hear you,
I can still feel you,
I can still smell you.
Even though,
I know the truth.
You

Sleep ForeverJust want to close my eyes,
want to sleep forever.
Let me escape this pain,
and all the misery surrounding me.
Let all the doubt and
self recriminations melt,
like the ice in late Spring.
I want to let the dark
embrace me,
envelop me,
let it hold me like a lover,
close to the heart.
Either swallow me up,
or avenge me.
Protect me from the outside,
protect me from myself.
Take me away from here,
somewhere far away,
where I can be free,
or let me sleep forever.

The Haunted GalleryWhispers, late at night.
During the day, silence.
So many beautiful paintings.
My gallery is full of them,
you see.
But each does more
than merely 'tell' a story.
They -are- the story.
A wild and wonderful collection,
don't you think?
Each painting is priceless,
more than just a stolen moment in time.
Listen carefully at night.
Can you hear them?
Do they call to you?
Beckon you to come to them?
Step into my gallery,
if you dare...
The captured souls will welcome you.
Perhaps you'll even join them,
become a part of a portrait in
my haunted gallery?

Prayer to The MorrighanSkald crow, battle raven,
fly with my words to your Mistress,
The Washer at the Ford,
mother of the Bean Sidhe.
Bring back her favor,
and let us know,
who will live,
and who will die.
She who is patron to
our hotblooded youth,
those who revel and bask
in Her glory.
Goddess of Battle,
Goddess of the Otherworld,
The Phantom Queen.
Who will wear the armor,
which you have washed,
with your own two hands?
Guide and Guardian of Kings,
Great Queen of Magic.
Which face will you show today?
Will you be the crone,
filled with wisdom and death,
or the unnatural beauty,
who fires us to glory,
which will wait at

Good ByeIt still seems so hard for me to believe.
It's been almost a decade and an half,
a fortnight, only in years, rather than days.
Since I last heard your laugh,
last saw your smile.
Sharp humor, and a sharper tongue.
A heart of gold in a steel package.
My idol, who I so desperately wanted to please,
and so unerringly seemed to fail.
The adventurous one, the brash woman.
You never seemed to know fear,
you hid your sorrows well.
I only ever witnessed your joy,
your anger and your disappointment.
I didn't get to see you that one last time.
I never got to say goodbye, or that I loved you.
There were merely pictures and a

Finally YoursWe've spent so much time...
so far apart,
longing for each other's touch,
waiting for any chance to talk,
worrying if the other was true,
wondering if our feelings were real.
So many lonely days and nights,
only able to speak through wires.
The sound of your voice,
makes my heart take wing,
and alleviates the darkness,
that which holds me in fear
each moment we're apart...
So many fears,
would you still want me?
when will we be together?
But all that fades away,
at this, the magic moment
we've waited for, so long.
No longer separated by thousands of miles.
Able to touch, to see, to hear
for ourselves at long last

No SoundI feel like I'm screaming,
yet there's no sound.
The night is so silent,
I want to rip it apart.
Something has to hurt
as deeply as I do.
You promised you'd
never leave me behind.
You swore you wouldn't.
I know you didn't mean to,
but you lied to me.
Three years have passed,
and the pain is still fresh,
still so raw at times.
I know I shouldn't be,
it's not rational,
but I'm so angry at you,
for dying.
I'm so angry with myself,
for not being able to do anything.
How could you leave us?
Are you out there watching?
Do you see the agony
in our hearts?
If I scream loud enough,
can you hear me across the veil

TimeSeconds turn to minutes,
which turn to hours.
So measured, so precise.
It crawls when I need it to fly,
and flies when I want it to stop.
There is nothing about it
that a mere mortal can control.
Though so many of us wish to.
All those moments,
gone in an instant,
saved only by memory,
or a video, or a photo,
if we're lucky...
Oh to turn back
those unforgiving hands,
to reclaim our youth,
yet keep our wisdom.
To know now what
we should have known then,
is a bittersweet agony.
For to change the past
is to change everything.
And still we wish to rise up
and throw off the merciless hands
of Time.

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Freedom in MusicPrimal beats, rocking through my body.
I cannot resist, the urge.
My body moves, without conscious thought.
Shoulders roll, hips sway.
Feet stomp, hands wave.
Not caring who sees,
not caring what they think.
I lose myself in the wild beat.
Hair swinging wildly as I move.
Freedom in music, letting it out.
All the pain, all the rage,
all the love, all the cares.
Everything left and lost,
on a dance floor.

WallflowerSlow music plays,
couples take to the dance floor.
Swaying in one another's arms,
while I stand to the side, alone.
Watching, longing for a partner.
Someone to come sweep me off my feet,
make me feel as if I'm all that matters to them.
Where's my angel, my knight, my lover?
Arms across my chest as I watch,
holding myself as if to hold in the loneliness.
I close my eyes, imagine my prince.
But when I open them,
alone I still stand,
watching everyone else.
All paired, dancing to the music.

Free Your VoiceI find you, all alone.
The chains binding you,
so tight, almost painful.
The gag tight about your mouth,
keeping you from saying what you wish.
It hurts me to see you bound and gagged,
your creativity and your voice,
normally so strong,
cruelly silenced.
I want to weep,
but that serves no purpose.
I have to act, have to do something,
anything I can...
to free you.
So, I will be the one,
to cut the chains,
to free your voice.
All I wish is to hear you once more.
For your words to fly as free as your dreams.

My PackCarefully, I select,
picking this or that one.
A reason for each,
as special as flawless gems,
and just as different.
Parts of my heart,
gathered into a cohesive unit.
Many outsiders do not understand,
they make snide comments,
try to bust us apart.
They fail.
We survive, joined, united,
by a single thread.
Each of you holds a piece of my heart,
whether you wanted it or not.
You may not realize that it's with you,
every step of the way,
each time you think of giving up,
yet don't, and can't think of why.
Look within you, and see.
Looking back at you,
from your own heart,
it's a piece of me.

Around MeAll around me,
there are those...
who seek to destroy me,
who hate me,
who hurt me.
Then there are those...
who seek to rebuild me,
who love me,
who protect me.
It's a full time job,
figuring out who's who...
They can start out as one,
and end up as another.
Faces blank as if playing poker,
who do I bet on?
All around me...

Unanswered QuestionsHow...
can you love someone so deeply?
can you become so integral in their life?
can you just turn and walk out of their life,
completely?
Why...
would you put someone through all this?
would you let them love you,
knowing you could never love them?
would you want to hurt someone that badly?
What...
reason could you have?
excuse could you give?
purpose did it serve?
When...
did you know you never loved them,
the way they loved you?
did you decide it was fun to crush a heart?
did you become so hateful?
I know you will never answer these,
you never cared, why should you now?

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Angel -Writing Prompt 4-

by ~Faoiltiarna-Wolf, Nov 5, 2009, 3:26:20 PM
Literature / Poetry / Spiritual / Free Verse

There in my hour
of deepest need,
a figure looms over me.
Unseen by others,
only my eyes able to see
the whole truth.
A ragged man in ragged clothes,
an elderly woman with a smile,
a young man who comforts,
a child who makes you smile.
Why can you not see them
as they truly are?
Can you not see beyond
the earthly guise?
Open your eyes,
they're all around you,
halos dimmed,
and wings hidden.
Walking amongst us
in plain sight,
not clothed in samite robes,
but in the plainest of clothes.
If only you would let yourself,
see the angel...

Angel -Writing Prompt 4-by ~Faoiltiarna-Wolf

Literature / Poetry / Spiritual / Free Verse

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~lucifers-uke Nov 5, 2009

Did you get this 100 challenge from me or somewhere else? i don't remember mine having anything to do with angels...

But anyway, the piece...so delicate like the people portrayed, sensitive and flowing, like the hearts of goodness...

You are awesome. Your writings are awesome, everything is awesome, and I happen to adore angels, so this is absolutely a fave for me.

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~Faoiltiarna-Wolf Nov 5, 2009

Actually, this was the list I made, still have the others from you to work on as well.

and thank you for all your kind words.

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!lordbeazy Nov 5, 2009

Someone sees good in all things around, and that can only be good. Nicely expressed.

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~Faoiltiarna-Wolf Nov 5, 2009

*chuckles* Thanks hun!

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~emeraldragonfly Nov 5, 2009

doing awesome!

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~Faoiltiarna-Wolf Nov 5, 2009

Thank you!

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~piggieheartsbaby Nov 5, 2009 Writer

sparkles with wonder.

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~Faoiltiarna-Wolf Nov 5, 2009

Thank you!

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~piggieheartsbaby Nov 5, 2009 Writer

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