Author: Lady Hales
You'll learn the most about me from my work. As a writer, a nurse, or a paranormal investigator; a mom and a wife; the most of me goes into what I share with the world. My work.
Spectre
'Spectre'I yearn to be the spectre,the face you can't unsee.unseen.The touch that you crave,In your sweetest of dreams.You dark wanton fantasy,Just out of reach...The voice, the cry that beckons;Calling your soul to me.I long to be the ghostWho haunts you...Roaming the chambersOf your heart...Wandering your mind...Possessing Your Thoughts...
Brine.
Brine blue and deep green hues,Swirling whirlpools.A river rages behind your eyes.Deeper than that a calm more wise.Your gaze like an overfull brook,I drown in you with a single look.Torrent and tide shield the truthsThat you hide.If I went under wouldI be torn asunder?Stream rising and swelling withNo way of telling...Does your soul meanderSlow and … Continue reading Brine.
Love me not.
Do not give your love to me,Bare not your tattered soul to see,From pain I create poetry,And you will live in infamy.Dare not grow too close to me,I will turn your angst to poems- you see.You will live eternally,On pages none will ever read.
River
On an earth made perch, beneath the pine and the birch, I bask in the sun by your side and wonder...Is there more to you than graceful curves and foaming crests; beneath the facets do you hold secrets of your own, or only the ones I've whispered?If I were to stay here, in time would … Continue reading River
Sins of the Locktender
Hands round her neck,like a heart-shaped locket,she carries the souls of the dearly departed. Scraps of charred picturesand stories unspoken,sins of the fathers in her breast pocket. Da Vincis lock burnedlike witches forgotten,Transgressions abound, along the Potomac. *I wrote this after learning my great grandfather was a true monster. He was also a locktender along … Continue reading Sins of the Locktender
Intense; a love letter.
'I'm hard to love but I love so hard' -Daisy Gray: Down For You R, All my life I've been told I'm hard to love. I'm hard to love, but I love so hard.I thought that maybe I was hard to love because I love so hard.But I don't know how to love any other … Continue reading Intense; a love letter.
The Perishing of Purpose
Today was the day I realized that the passion I had for what I believed was my purpose is...gone. Today I realized that deep within my soul, where there was once a raging fire, there is naught an ember to be found. The sparks of joy I once had, ignited by dutifully fulfilling my calling, … Continue reading The Perishing of Purpose
Happy crappy haiku
Cold winds swirl outside.A renewal for the soul.Warm cup in my hand. ♡ a happy haiku (I think- I've always been bad at haiku)
A night of new toys…
'Humble.' One word from his perfect mouth and she is on her knees, head resting on forearms, ass on full display. The deep purple lights are slightly disorienting as the blood rushes to her head; maybe she should have taken that a little slower, but she's just too damn eager to please him. The lights … Continue reading A night of new toys…
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