The Well

Lead me through the forest,

And part the vines,

They block my passage.

Take me to the well,

And allow me to cleanse,

Negativity begone from my life.

Take me to the well,

And allow me to smell,

Evil has no place here.

Take me to the well,

And allow me to drink,

Heal me O Goddess.

Take me to the well,

And allow me to swim,

Cleanse my heart and soul.

Take me to the well,

And allow me to see,

Positivity come to me.

Take me to the well,

And allow me to touch,

Freedom is an open door.

Take me to the well,

And allow me to be,

Safety is in reach.

Take me to the well,

And allow me to feel,

Love surrounds me.

Take me to the well,

And allow me to rest,

Sleep is so far away.

Take me to the well,

And allow me to recharge,

I have all that I need.

Lead me back through the forest,

And leave me in the clearing,

So I can find my way home again.

Thank you!

I want to thank those of you who have continued to read the chaotic nonsense that comes from my mind. Keeping track of my two blogs it is obvious that I am a wee bit better at writing poetry than I am at story telling. I have continued writing my story because the characters in my mind demand it be done, but I haven't been updating "The Guardians of Karnash" blog. I will give it a week or so before I delete it completely. I always look for and welcome any feedback given to me, but no one seems brave enough to give it on either blog.

Fondest Wish

Through the dark of night she creeps,

While the stars shine,

And the moon shares it's light.

With her fangs bared,

And her prey in sight,

She stalks forward.

Hidden by the shadows,

With the bats as her guide,

She moves quietly.

It is her first hunt,

And she wants to do well,

Because she is blood borne.

Bitten first,

And then drained of blood,

She was given a gift,

So she joined their ranks.

She is elemental,

She is a tiger,

She is a vampire.

She is a hybrid,

The first of her kind,

And loved by all.

She sneaks up behind,

And wraps her fingers through his hair,

She has wanted him,

From the very beginning,

And tonight,

She will make him her slave.

She pulls his head back,

And bites deeply.

He is hers,

Now and forever,

Just as she,

Belongs to her master,

And his council.

They will praise her,

And she will raise in the ranks,

But best of all,

She is accepted.

Her fondest wish,

Has finally come true.

Mother, Hunter, Tiger

**Author note: This was suppose to be a short story, but I couldn't get it to work so I turned it into a poem. I can't promise that this (or anything else I post) will be any good, but it is something that came from me. This is a new style of writing for me so it the flow is wrong or a bit off I apologize. I would appreciate some feedback on this so tell me the truth.... I know I won't get any because no one really reads this blog.

She tilts her head

First to the right

Then to the left

As she surveys her surroundings.

This place is new

But also old

Because in a way

She's been here before.

She smells the rain

Coming from the east

And she can smell the ocean

Coming from the west.

Above her is the sky

With it's clouds

As white as snow.

Below her is the ground

Firm and steady beneath her paws.

She senses that her prey is near

So she crouches low to the ground.

Stalking her prey

She creeps slowly closer

She can smell her prey

But her prey can not smell her

So she thanks the Wind God

For her luck has changed.

Her ears move minutely

As she listens for cries of alarm.

Hearing none

She springs forward

Running as fast as she can

In order to take down her prey.

She leaps onto the back

Of the unsuspecting animal

And drags it down.

She rips out its throat

With one practiced bite

And she relishes the feel of the blood

As it drips of her muzzle.

She let's go of the dead animal

And lets out a small cry of relief

Before dragging her meal back home.

When she got within seeing distance

Of the cave that is now her home

She sees three sets of eyes

Peering out at her from the gloom.

She drops her prey

And scents the air around her.

Sensing no danger she gives a low

But commanding grunt.

Three miniature versions of herself

Run out to greet her

And to see what mother has brought home.

Motivation, Procrastination's Enemy

~ I'm not one for explaining my poems because I like for them to speak to the individual reading them. This poem is a little different. I'm slow when it comes to motivating myself to do things, so when motivation hits me... it really hits me, as in smacks me upside the head. If you, the reader, takes something from this poem then that is great, but just remember that this poem is mostly for me.

Don't like your job?

Then go out and find one.

Don't like your life?

Then go out and get one.

Need more money?

Then go out and find some.

Want things to change?

Then go out and change it.

Want to be on your own?

Then go out and do it.

Want me to stop?

Then come shut me up.

You sit on your ass,

You whine like a little bitch,

And complain every step of the way,

But you still expect things to change.

Your life is your own,

And you can't get things for free,

So get off your ass,

And change your fate.

Life is a story,

And you have the pen,

So pick it back up,

And start writing again.

Dance in the rain,

Jump into puddles,

And smile once in a while.

This is your motivation speaking,

And you haven't heard the last of me.

Dreams, Mad Scientist and Half Breeds

          This thought process might not be coherent, but I want to try and tell you about it anyways. There is a mad scientist that runs through my dreams and he invades my waking thoughts. It is to the point that I wish he was real. In my dreams I always save someone... be it my best friend, my boy friend or my parents. I save them from whatever serum that is in the needle he holds in his hand. I take their dose as well as my own. I'm always expected to die, but I never do. Instead I become something else. I am not a human nor am I an animal... I am a half breed, a walker of both worlds. I can hear the animals and understand them when they speak. I don't understand what has happened to me and I forget a lot of things that humans do on a daily bases, but I am happy. I feel comfortable in the body I now inhabit. It is a human body with the ears and tail of a white Siberian tiger. Also, I have the ability to turn into a full tiger. When I wake up from these dreams I feel as if I've become something I'm not. Being a half breed in the dream felt natural, but when I wake into a pure human body... It's strange because I feel like I'm not supposed to be human. I wish I could explain this feeling better, but I think that no matter what I say it's going to sound strange. I wake up feeling as if I've been cheated, like my destiny is just out of my reach and the Fates are laughing. I know that there's something to these dreams, but if a message is being sent I'm just not getting it. I know... if I keep talking like this the men in the white coats will come for me with the straight jacket, but I can't help the way I feel.  

Fuck If I Know

I am tired of living,

And I want to be free,

So what do I do,

To achieve that goal.

Should I join the circus?

No, that isn't me,

Besides I would let all the animals free.

Should I join a Pagan Folk Band?

No, that isn't me,

Besides that I can't play or sing,

They probably wouldn't let me join their team.

I am tired of living,

And I want to be free,

So what do I do,

Before I loose control.

Should I join the Army?

The Navy or Marines?

How about the Air force?

Yeah you're right,

That isn't me,

Besides,

What would the military want with a woman,

Who is afraid of guns.

Should I run away,

And turn my back on this forgotten land?

Not anymore,

That used to be me,

So trust me when I say,

That way lies insanity and death.

I am tired of living,

And I want to be free,

So what do I do.