OctPoWriMo 2015: Day 13: The Risk of Being Myself

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The Risk of Being Myself

If I'm honest with myself

I know I'll never be

Like everybody else

The fear of being exposed

Kept me from taking the chance

Of expressing myself with honesty

Engaging all my senses

I begin the journey

Of learning what it is to be me

~Faycin A Croud~

OctPoWriMo 2015: Day 12: Dream Time

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Asleep

Beautiful dreamer

Come to me

Dream of being together

Eyes closed as you wander

Free to become who you are

Gone are the ties that bind you

Heart beating steady in your breast you breathe

Into the night your soul roams, come to me

Just as you are, just as you always should be

Kiss me softly in the light of the full moon now

Let me love you as I long to, as you long for

Make me happier than I ever imagined being until you came to me

Night folding us in its dark embrace as we draw ourselves together

Only our love matters, our love will last for all time

Precious moments found together under cover of the night sky

Quickly now, before the dawn tears us apart again

Realize the longing within both heart and soul

Sweetly soothe away the sorrows within us

Try to hold each other close

Undying love, unending embrace, unstoppable

Victorious are we together

Xenic we are

Yearning hearts

Zoneless

~Wanda~

Notes:

Xenic:  of, relating to, or employing a culture medium containing one or more unidentified organisms

I thought it would be fun to do a poem which consecutively used all the letters in the alphabet and counting, first up and then back down.

OctPoWriMo 2015: Day 11: I Did It My Way

I Did It My Way

When they sneered at me

And what I believe

When they tried to force me to see things their way

I went ahead and did it my way

When they told me I was zany

Said that my thoughts were evil

That I wasn't fit to be among decent people

I kept on doing it my way

When they called me nefarious

Said that I was consorting with the devil

Just because I talk to ghosts

I still did it my way

Sometimes their words made me unhappy

Many times my heart was broken

But lying about my truth would bring no joy

So I always did it my way

Perhaps to those in the mainstream

My beliefs seem a little extreme

But I always try to be good and do right

At the heart of it all, that's my way

~Spectra~

Notes:

I'm Spectra, and I do Tarot readings and speak to those beyond the veil. I've always had psychic abilities. I grew up in a small town, and the rumors flew. I got tired of trying to convince closed-minded people that I wasn't Satan's sister, so I just let them talk. 

Eventually I moved away and didn't have to deal with them any more. Sadly, the world as a whole is rife with closed-minded attitudes.

It's hard to believe, but there are still plenty of people who think that "witch" equates with "devil worshiper." 

If anyone else has esoteric beliefs or simply an open mind and a desire to make the world a better place, you might be interested in Team Netherworld's Open Minded Search for Truth page.

Truth is not one size fits all. We are all walking our own path. The one thing we all must do, first and foremost, is harm none. That includes not spreading lies about those whose paths are different from our own.

EITHER, NEITHER, SO, TOO - How to agree and disagree in English

OctPoWriMo 2015: Day 10: Blood Lust

Damon and Stefan Salvatore

I'm warning you up front that this is Misty going fangirl. 

If you find that puerile or beneath you somehow, turn back now

Blood Lust

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Blood rushes through my veins

In a way previously unknown

I feel uninhibited

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A dangerous lust for blood

Causes my untamed heart to hammer in my chest

As I dance into the fire

Image from fanpop

I smell the living warmth on which I yearn to feed

I do not seek to justify what I have become

I only seek to quell my insatiable need

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I am vampire

I am intensity personified

I am life within death

~Misty~

Notes:

I was hooked on the Vampire Diaries from the start. I love the dynamics between the characters, particularly between the vampire brothers Damon and Stefan Salvatore.

Damon and Stefan are actually very civilized vampires. They do a commendable job of controlling the need to feed. Nonetheless that blood lust is always just beneath the surface of their genteel presentation.

In any case, it wouldn't be Halloween Month, AKA October, without a vampire or two!

OctPoWriMo 2015: Day 9: The Elements of Heartbreak

The Elements of Heartbreak

When it rains

She feels as if the water

Is trying to douse the flickering ember

Which ignited her heart

In a spark

The fire is gone from his heart

But not from hers

She tries to find balance

In earthy things

Since he left her stranded

Alone in the frozen wastes

Of her dreams for their love

The sun rises

But does not warm her

A cool breeze blows

Calming like the sound of whispered hellos

Whipping up into a windstorm

Blowing out of control

Devastating everything she has known

In a cyclone of lies

And unexpected goodbyes

Dedicated to the ladies in my life who have known heartbreak. 

Love,

Adam

Credits:

Top Image:

http://siliconangle.com/blog/2013/05/13/software-steals-hardwares-girlfriend-it-world-changes-its-relationship-status/heartbreak-2/

Second Image:

Andrew Dodson, model Beverly Tan

https://www.facebook.com/adodsonphoto

Third and fourth images:

Beverly Tan

http://facebook.com/beverlytanphotography

OctPoWriMo 2015: Day 8: Rainbow Eyes

Lovely rainbow eyes

Changing with light and shadow

And your emotions

~Cie~

Notes:

Fae made me do this. I said "wouldn't it be cool if I could..." and she countered with "well, why can't you?"

"It would be sappy, silly and emotional," I said. "I'd look foolish."

"Maybe you shouldn't worry about looking foolish," she said. "Maybe it's more important to be real than to worry about appearances."

You have me there, Honey. These poems over the last few days have spoken of being brave. I sometimes have trouble being brave enough to express what I really think. Well, here it is, for better or worse. Now it's on you to take it or leave it.

I'm the one who created the top graphic. I noticed that there are some people whose eyes change colors with the light. The person whose eye I display in the graphic has very expressive, color-changing eyes. It's a bit enviable, really. My eyes are always a plain, mossy green.

I chose Haiku as my mode of expression in this case, because I'm the kind who can go on and on and on if allowed. Haiku forces me to target the bulls-eye and focus on just the critical points.

~Cie~