Take away my sanity.
Lissa The Wolf Lady
I needed a space where I could post rants/raves and short stories or poems. Some place I could keep them organized and access them when I needed to or wanted to work with them. As an aspiring Writer and Photographer sometimes I need to put my idea's down on paper or rather as Data.
Friday, August 15, 2025
Sanity
Thursday, August 14, 2025
Solitude circa 2021
Her silver muzzle was stained with tears. The pads of her paws were cracked and raw. Her ribs were visible from beneath her once beautiful coat. She trudged on, forgotten, abandoned and alone. The hunt for food was an ever present struggle. Her meals were small and left her still hungering. She wandered from place to place, sometimes making circles sometimes simply following the sun. She barely rested and when she did it was interrupted by horrible nightmares that left her gasping for reality. Her heart ached day and night. Everything, her entire life was gone. Her pack, her mate, her cubs. She lost her sense of self, who and what she was. Now all she see's is a deranged she-wolf when she she stares into her reflection. There was no light or fire in her golden eyes, they were dull, listless even. Everything she attempted, each effort was always thwarted and she ended up being the blame taker, the door mat. Her pack always took her for granted and now with no pack, no lands, no self. She wandered in her silent solitude, wishing the gods would let her leave this place, but knowing that they weren't done with her yet. She howled to the moon, begging the mood goddess to ease her pain, heal her heart, and help her find her self and place in this new life that she lived. - Solitude

Wednesday, May 7, 2025
Fire, Air, Water, Earth.
Long story short. My first love, was the first man I married. 6 lifetimes later we are fantastic friends and I'm friends with his gf. She said loving him was like loving a rock. She said that and this is what popped into my head, I didn't want to share it on my page b/c she is there, but I wanted to share it some place. I feel like he is my twin flame. I am not sure if I can ever fall in love again b/c the love I had/have for him is so BIG. We are not romantically involved AT ALL. But we are emotionally. We've known each other for 30 years. During our Wedding Ceremony we did a handfasting. Lots of bad decisions later, my last ex made me throw out the handfasting knotted cloth. I never undid the knot. I never undid the hand fasting. I guess maybe I just want feedback on this poem. And also would not cutting the handfasting cord, what could be stuck there because of that?
Tzipora - The Fifth Element.-Loving you was like Fire. It was like Air. It was like Water. It was like Earth.
You were warm, protective, you burned away anything that harmed me. You're flames were the light in my dark dark world. I knew you would burn the world for me.
Your brilliant mind dazzled me. The way you thought, the way you spoke, the way you could problem solve pretty much anything and the way you could teach me. You were my breath.
You're love was so deep. My love for you was so deep. Its depths and vastness. We crossed oceans and time to meet each other. It ebbed and flowed but always was FULL.
You grounded me. You kept me in the real world when fantasy would sweep me away. You sheltered me. You cradled me in, and pulled me close like the hearth of a home. You were SAFE.
Loving you was like Fire, brilliant and catastrophic.
Loving you was like Air, I needed you to breath.
Loving you was like Water, but you drowned in my depths.
Loving you was like Earth, Always Centered, Always stable.
Loving you, was the only reason I existed in my previous life.
Loving you, Always Loving You. -