Tears



A wet line stained my face where a teardrop had fallen. A tissue could not catchall the tears that had fallen for my heart was sad I wept for the life I had for the life I missed the life I could never have back. I was told be strong it will end soon your life will be back, but those words held no comfort for what I had lost was never retrieveable the scars would hold for many years. The time lost is so precious for no one can turn back the hands of time nor return what was lost. You ask what did I lose that was so dear? I lost a part of myself the scars in time will be there as a reminder but will heal. The strain on the pocketbook was devastating but the most dear thing of all was the loss of friendships that were strained by the sickness that overtook my body. The friendships that were thought that would never falter did falter as time went by the distance gained and that
my friend is the part of me that was taken, yes in time the body will heal but the heart once
scarred will always be scarred.

Lady Sil

The Touch
Close your eyes, do you remember the first time you were ever touched? Do you remember the anticipation? The feel of the bare skin, the desire within, the hunger, the need. Now all grown up and the hunger and desire's haven't changed but the need has. It's not the touch of what you have known that you desire, it's the touch of the forbidden, you get a small taste which makes you crave the forbidden. You try not to think about the small
portion you were served, but your body intervenes and your mind is consumed you want to feel the touch
you crave the softness, the gentleness. When you
sleep you are in a state of euphoria you only
imagine what it will be like when your taken all the
way, where there is no limits, where the forbidden
takes you body mind and soul never to return to
just a touch but touches.

Lady Sil

Reflections
I fell asleep last nite and had a dream a reflection more than a dream. I looked deep inside the reflection for it intrigued me, I saw a woman with many emtions like a whirlwind,they would pick her up and set her down. With each uplift a new vision i did see, This woman held no face but it was her heart I did see. There were all the basic emtions but that is not what intrigued me, it was the way the emtions took over her, every heartbeat held a new experience a new feeling for a moment in time an undecribable reflection stronger than the last.When I awoke from this dream I knew that I was the one in the reflection and touched my heart for I knew many new experiences did lie before me and if that dream were correct many more reflections I would see.

Seasons Change
Mood:  not sure
I wake up from a long
restless sleep to find the warm sun that once shone
has turned to a cold wind. When did the
season change where did the summer go? I see the leaves changing colors where did the green grass go?My sleep was long but was it this long! I had so many plans so many thigns to do that required the sun now I will have to wait until the seasons change back to the warm sun I knew before I slept.


Lady Sil

Family Rope

I feel the invisible rope being pulled again my mind screams stop, my insides ache for the pain of the rope I can now feel the pressure on my insides as they resist a scared dazed feeling a hand reaching out through a hazy fog trying to reach me as I reach the hand the rope becomes tighter for a time then as the hand reaching down engulfing mine I feel the rope slacken a bit now I feel big scared eyes looking at the hand wondering how to slacken the rope just enough til the right moment the feeling of the the hand lifting me over the mountain and then begins teaching me how to climb the mountain using new tools that do not
include the rope just the moment I try a new tool I feel the rope again trying to tighten wanting me to trust in the faith of the tightness of the raw rope I reach out with the new tool and find
a pathway I take a few swings and I am climbing feeling freeer than I have ever felt in my life the new tool was a soul who listens to a screaming tortured child who can only whisper a scream
then I panic the rope became so tight I forget how to use the new tool and fall down but this new teacher reminds that I know how to use the tool and gives me courage to try again and again until I can reach the top of this mountain teaching me for the climb that one day I will make alone but until the rope is severed the lessons will continue to teach me how to balance what I know with what I have been
told therefore releasing the rope and its grip forever.

Lady Sil

Family Rope

I feel the invisible rope being pulled again my mind screams stop, my insides ache for the pain of the rope I can now feel the pressure on my insides as they resist a scared dazed feeling a hand reaching out through a hazy fog trying to reach me as I reach the hand the rope becomes tighter for a time then as the hand reaching down engulfing mine I feel the rope slacken a bit now I feel big scared eyes looking at the hand wondering how to slacken the rope just enough til the right moment the feeling of the the hand lifting me over the mountain and then begins teaching me how to climb the mountain using new tools that do not
include the rope just the moment I try a new tool I feel the rope again trying to tighten wanting me to trust in the faith of the tightness of the raw rope I reach out with the new tool and find
a pathway I take a few swings and I am climbing feeling freeer than I have ever felt in my life the new tool was a soul who listens to a screaming tortured child who can only whisper a scream
then I panic the rope became so tight I forget how to use the new tool and fall down but this new teacher reminds that I know how to use the tool and gives me courage to try again and again until I can reach the top of this mountain teaching me for the climb that one day I will make alone but until the rope is severed the lessons will continue to teach me how to balance what I know with what I have been
told therefore releasing the rope and its grip forever.

Lady Sil

Family Rope

I feel the invisible rope being pulled again my mind screams stop, my insides ache for the pain of the rope I can now feel the pressure on my insides as they resist a scared dazed feeling a hand reaching out through a hazy fog trying to reach me as I reach the hand the rope becomes tighter for a time then as the hand reaching down engulfing mine I feel the rope slacken a bit now I feel big scared eyes looking at the hand wondering how to slacken the rope just enough til the right moment the feeling of the the hand lifting me over the mountain and then begins teaching me how to climb the mountain using new tools that do not
include the rope just the moment I try a new tool I feel the rope again trying to tighten wanting me to trust in the faith of the tightness of the raw rope I reach out with the new tool and find
a pathway I take a few swings and I am climbing feeling freeer than I have ever felt in my life the new tool was a soul who listens to a screaming tortured child who can only whisper a scream
then I panic the rope became so tight I forget how to use the new tool and fall down but this new teacher reminds that I know how to use the tool and gives me courage to try again and again until I can reach the top of this mountain teaching me for the climb that one day I will make alone but until the rope is severed the lessons will continue to teach me how to balance what I know with what I have been
told therefore releasing the rope and its grip forever.

Lady Sil