In the stillness of the night, I sit by the glowing campfire, Embraced by an endless blanket of warm stars. I lean my head on the moon’s shoulder, And he envelops me gently with his radiance, Shielding me from the encroaching shadows of loneliness.
I stir my dreams in the cauldron of twilight, Each bubble—a wish sent on a moonbeam, Every string of steam—a spiral of hope, For your fleeting gaze to fill the hollows of my heart.
Like a Witch amidst the dancing flames, I fervently invoke the celestial light. Could I cast a spell to attract your affection? No… I can’t… I won’t bewitch your heart… I loathe cursed adoration. I shun false and deceptive masquerades.
Still, Evil sneaks in with his deceits, Haunting me with wicked lures of delusion, Invading my thoughts, polluting my consciousness. At night, when darkness closes my eyes, His demons plunge their claws into my bleeding heart.
Yet, bolted to the sacred stone of pristine sincerity, I tower tall, siding with purest honesty, Inviting blooming, genuine love. I yearn for crimson passion, an ethereal weave, And your heartfelt desire for me—rooted deeply in utter truth.
I nurture a single seed of hope that One day, a flicker of your attention Will find its way to me And ignite sincere feelings for me.
Why is love so elusive? Do the flames’ gentle flickers hold the answer? Their tender whispers enchant me, Soothing my heart as I wait for you. For I cannot erase you from my mind.
The alarm clock screams: It’s 5:00 am! Why must I wake so early again? Eyes half-open, stumble out of bed, Wonderful dreams still buzzing in my head.
Coffee’s brewing, but it feels too slow, I’m up at dawn? That’s a cruel show! I yawn so wide that I could swallow the moon, Who decided to begin a day this soon?!
The world’s still asleep—quiet—missing morning thrill, Getting out of bed is surely against my will. But up I go, and greet the day with a beat, Grateful for this life and all the chaos in it.
I hit the gym, all geared up and ready to go, With my favorite sneakers and usual glow. But as I lift weights, trying to gain strength, A dumbbell slips, despite my full-arm length.
Sweat pours down like a tropical rain, As I struggle to bench press, feeling the strain. The heavy barbell slides from the rack! Landing on my face—wham!—and my eye turns black!
Treadmill running, I trip on my lace, Flying off in an epic—yet not unusual clumsy race. People around me can’t help but stare, I just smile back, fixing my messy hair.
Yoga poses? Okay, I’ll give it a shot! But, man, balancing’s harder than I thought! Toppling over in a twisted mess, I laugh it off, ’cause surely, I can’t impress.
Despite the chaos, the slips, and the falls, I keep on going, giving it my all. For every mistake, a story to share, ‘Cause gym adventures are beyond compare!
*Did I mention I’m clumsy? 😉 These past few months have been quite unfortunate, causing many injuries. But hey, I’m back at the gym, still accident-prone, and trying to get back into shape for the summer. Though, considering it’s the end of June, I don’t think I’ll get there! 😜 In reflection, I enjoy writing about it and laughing it off. I look kinda badass cool, don’t I?
In the hush of falling rain, I find my peace, A gentle rhythm that makes life’s chaos cease. While others scurry, seeking shelter from the storm, I embrace the rain, with its touch of calm.
I love raindrops kissing my hair and face, Falling softly with such grace. With my eyes closed, I listen to nature’s song, A pluvial symphony—a magical place where I belong.
I reminisce, at sixteen, my transcendent stroll, Barefoot and alone on a countryside roll. Shoes in hand, black mini-skirt on, Singing in the rain, for hours till dawn.
Skipping uphill as the rain runoff drenched my feet, Still blithe in a joyful dance to a rhythmic beat. Soaking wet, yet feeling no cold, Just the playful splash—a secret for decades untold.
So let the rain fall, let it pour, For in its harmony, my spirit soars! While others panic, fear its might, I find my solace in the rainy night.
“Marry the one you love,” said the heart confidently. “If you listen to me, then you will know who and when.” “No,” said the brain. “Your heart is deceitful. Marry the person that is right for you.” “How do you know who is right?” I asked. “The right man is a good man. He treats you well and will take care of you. You will have a good life with him,” assured the brain. “But what about love?” I asked the brain. “Love is an abstract concept, undefined,” answered the brain. “It can be learned through years of mutual respect and understanding. This path provides stability and security, which are essential for a long-lasting relationship.” “What about passion, the intense feelings that make my heart race, and the sensuality that brings us closer?” I asked curiously. “Do what’s right for you. Feelings are deceptive,” reassured the brain. “Passion and sensuality can fade, but mutual respect and understanding grow stronger over time.” “How do I know what’s right and what’s deceptive?” I asked, confused. The brain did not answer.
“Let me ask my guts,” I said, seeking clarity. “Marry the one you love, my dear,” said Guts. “You can’t learn love; you have to feel it. If you follow my guidance, you’ll know deep inside it’s not deceptive. Following your heart brings happiness, joy, and deep emotional fulfillment, making life more meaningful.” “Guts, but what if he doesn’t love me?” “There is nothing you can do about his feelings,” Guts said gently. “If you love him but he doesn’t love you back, it will break your heart. Are you ready to take this risk, my dear?” So I asked my heart, “Are you ready to be broken?” but my heart remained silent. Then I asked my brain, “Can a life without love still be happy?” but my brain gave no response. “I don’t know what to do!” I cried in despair.
Then Guts continued, “If you listen to your brain, it’s a wise decision, but your heart will be empty. Stability and security come with this choice, but you might feel unfulfilled. If you listen to your heart, then you might get hurt. Love and passion bring joy but also vulnerability. But if you go with what I tell you, you’ll find a balance between emotion and logic, guiding you towards what feels fundamentally right.” Guts went on to say, “Listen to your heart’s calling. Consulting your brain means marrying for reasons other than love. Ultimately, the decision is yours. Trust your intuition to balance both perspectives.”
I did not follow my guts. Now, I find myself at a crossroads, wondering if the path I chose was truly the one meant for me. The puzzle of love, logic, and instinct continues to shape my journey, a riddle we all face regardless of gender. We make mistakes, our choices sometimes lead to heartbreak, or things turn out differently than we expected. Yet, we search and follow love again. These internal battles and the lessons we learn from them make us more empathetic and wise. Ultimately, if you choose logic, you may find yourself longing for love, as I am now. When children come into the picture, it can be difficult to turn things around, but these experiences further enrich our understanding and meaning of love.
I can no longer stay, For my heart’s simplest needs— A touch, or warm affection— Are blighted by your frigid indifference.
Like a leaf wilting in the frost, I am filled with despair, Lost in the shadow of your frivolous desires.
In this house, I’m invisible, A ghost imprisoned within these walls, My voice echoes in silence, unheard.
I only serve— But the slightest hint of love and affection is elusive and distant for years.
Yet my heart still beats faintly, Nurturing a fragile seed of hope For someone, A flickering ember in the dark, A touch to reignite its fire, A whisper to breathe life into its purpose, And fulfill its deepest yearning.
Wolverine Lily 