What Makes You Think I Know My Phone Number?
I never call myself.
I don't know how to work the damn thing except to answer it or dial it.
Why do I need to give my phone number if I am ordering a pizza, in person and waiting for it?
I refuse to submit to your lunacy!
[/rant]

Good for you!! Stick to your guns

Getting trash sleep lately. Getting naps in for a couple hours and awake 'til I can sleep again.

I'm so glad I don't feel everything I could very intensely. Probably a survival/defense mechanism. I am positive and content -and grateful I can be.

(((Hugs))). I can sing you a lulaby if you wish...

I am the opposite. I want to feel again deeply.

<> Dining with Valentine's past <>

Dickens Ghosts are three,
Past, Present and Yet To Come.
A similar, came calling on me,
Valentine Past,
All blazing saddles was he,
a hero on horseshoe.

We dined in the light of pomegranate candles.
His musky cologne,
my earthy perfume -
A single rose -
A fragrant whirlpool teasing senses,
lulling memories.

The rose wept in my hands,
left aromatic smudges,
as I watched your radiating charm
balloon.
A potent cocktail of jests and tales to amuse.
You were dynamite tonight,
talking all about you.

Walking home, you were closer than the sidewalk,
hands, kisses, whimpers and whispers.
I led without one word.
Naked, you closed the curtains,
turned to me like a wolf in heat.
Ripping, scratching, biting,
laughing as my blood paints the walls.
Your lust punctures my blacked out memory,
triggered me.

You are my nightmare,
a haunting,
the Ghost of Valentine Past.

Please ask me for nothing. I am still putting my broken heart back to pieces and it will never be the same...

It may never be the same but it will continue to grow in depth and compassion...

Namaste 🧡

Ghost, Ghost
Where are you Ghost
I only catch glimpses of you
As you dance amongst the shadows
In the forest

Is this your own poetry? Are you asking for a critique?

Women simply get me

(((Love you Storm)))

((( Ladywind ))) 🧡🧡🧡

Love you too.

Ghost, Ghost
I hear your laughter
Carried by the wind
Compelled to follow your will-o-wisp allure
With a desire to touch you

Ghost, Ghost
I'm leaving now
Because the night is coming
I'll come back tomorrow
To chase you once again

I stand alone.

Outside our castle.
Where once you called me queen.
I called you king,
beloved.

On the castle's roof,
as the stars witnessed
our romance,
the earth could have moved
and we would not have known.

We loved like a dream
in the secluded bowers,
our private world not seen.

In our years together
we found life
and death,
what it is to be captive
and to be free.
You honored me,
I honored you

I cut loose the torments,
the scarlet ribbons binding me
the fiery lace bandeau
is ripped from me.

Still, I am bound to you,

Now I stand alone.
Tears,
my heart, my king.
To remember you
is two eyes striking
the world on fire,
then closing slowly
vacant, empty.

Your comet has been,
I caught the tail.

http://youtu.be/icGTc-ZtgH8

I'm sick LW. Sick of machines biping all the time.
Cashpoint bip..bip..bip. Every single number, bip, bip.
Checkouts, bip, bip, bip. And it's the same flippin bip, everywhere,

I recon there should be some variation to it, the odd, boing, sprang,wazzle, zip, whayhoo or something to relieve the monotony.