Words Dancing On The Wind

Don’t hit me up
only when you’re thirsty
When you need validation
or attention
I’m not here
to be your validation dispenser
I’m not here
to feed you attention coins
If you’re not interested in me
as a whole person
I’m not interested
in being your distraction
Or the 2-dimensional fantasy
for your orgasms
I’m a Goddess
who deserves sonnets and poetry
Wyd?… Does not inspire me
If your investments are going to be low
So will your rewards
Lose my number
Cause I’ve probably already
blocked yours.

aurora winddancer
April 8, 2020

The human world is unraveling
Splitting at the seams
An ill-fitted garment
Made of low-quality materials
A shoddy construction
Of questionable design
Stitched in sweatshops
To avoid regulations
For profits by exploitation
Threadbare and worn through
Patches over patches
As the designers scream
That there is no other way
To weave our reality
Pull a stitch here
Snag a hem there
As the human world unravels
We will all be laid bare
Truth will be naked
With no cheap clothes to wear
The Emperors exposed
For the whole world to see
While their Empires crumble
In the Great Unraveling.

I can’t remember the last time I felt so alone, with just a voice in my head whispering repeatedly, “I’m not okay I’m not okay I’m not okay I’m not okay.” Then tears that flow down my cheeks and I don’t know how to make them stop. I want to believe that this will end, I want to be optimistic and hold onto hope. Everyday I spend alone in my room it’s harder. Before Covid I was afraid that I would live my life alone, now it’s Covid that has made me understand that alone is relative and there are always deeper levels in the hell of aloneness.

I don’t know when this suffering will end for Humanity. And I don’t know when this will end for me. I don’t know when I will be freed from my bedroom. I feel like a princess locked in her Tower, the dragon’s name is Covid and the princes have all disappeared.

I’m just sad

And I can’t escape this sadness

This sadness that feels

Like the beginnings

Of madness

This despair that flows

Through my veins seeping poison

Into my cells

Drops of pain, heavy lead

Seep from my brain

My heart slows

Stutters

A smile on my face

Fades

Eyes once light filled

Dim into dull greys

Despair is a creature

That lives in my mind

Feeding on hope

One bite at a time

But faster than my soul

Can regrow

In life the only things that really matter are – How much we love, how kind we are, and how our actions affect the lives of others. No one’s perfect, we all make mistakes and have bad days, get frustrated, forget to consider others. But overall, we are here to love each other and help each other. When I’m living that way, is when I’m happiest and have peace in my heart. ~ aurora winddancer

Breadcrumbs,
Carefully gathered
One microscopic mote
At a time

Small morsels
Painstakingly pieced
Binders and fillers
Holding tight

Empty plate
Nutritionally void
Pretending to be
A feast

~ by aurora winddancer

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I wear my heart out on my sleeve
As there’s nowhere else to put it
My chest is over filled with
The sorrows of my past

I’ve heard it’s better to grieve
Than to continue to carry it
I’m not sure I would survive
If I let myself cry at last

Most likely drown in a river
Of salty tears, swept away like Alice
Wishing I had not cried so much
When I was nine feet high

My heart insists on being a giver
Unable to contain anger or malice
Asserting it has no need
To return to my chest and hide

I wear my heart out on my sleeve
It refuses to live within the confines
Of protective ribs and guarded sorrows
Though tattered and bruised it may be

Wrapped in strands of magick I weave
Each day to hold it together in times
When loving leaves it bleeding
Yet my sleeve it refuses to leave

~ aurora winddancer

“Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature – the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.”

authored by Rachel Carson

When a pet dies

And your furnace dies

Both on the first of January

Baking tater tots

And apple pies

Will warm your house

And soothe your sanity

A year ended

And another began

With such fanfare

And whiplashed emotions

I’m feeling dizzy

From the rollercoaster

And queasy from the motion

My heart needs a nap

And a better start on the second

Possibly more pies

If I can’t get the furnace going again

of his classically cultured mind, i am enamoured and mesmerized

tingles of crystalline colors enhanced, by the shy smile that lights up his eyes

sweetness pours lightly over me, filling my being with butterflies

he speaks poetry into my soul, eliciting deeply contented sighs

elegant words flow between us, a shared language of romance

desire sparks in a gentle touch of hands, a long admiring glance

we speak of music, literature and art, voices flowing in courting dance

let the night carry on a bit, i’ve not yet had my fill of his countenance

yet the time has come to leave, this gently candled space

at the door he hestitates, in the moment of longing to taste

i feel his desire as my own, and reaching to touch his face

bring our lips together, in the ecstacy of our first kiss’s embrace

~ aurora victoria winddancer