Violet Yates's Blog
December 22, 2014
If Love Now Reigned
You would be here now
If only the world loved one another
Your goodness and grace could have withstood anything
When you went, our hearts cried
The Heavens opened and the floodgates of my eyes broke
Parts of me died
If Love Now Reigned
The Light would swallow up the dark
No more heart ache
No missing you
If love now reigned
The word lonely would be obsolete
If love now reigned
We would be complete
Now not healed
Yet no longer broken
I am okay day to day
But I get emotional
Full sore at the mention of your name
The heartache it subsides sometimes
But nothing ever really stops the pain…
If Love Now Reigned
Love would swallow all the hate
No more would we ever have to love in vain…
Never would we hide our tears…
Hide our tears…
If only love now reigned…
For Joni, I love you and miss you, on your 44th birthday. You are sorely missed. Love always, your sister, Violet Yates
Filed under: family, Love Tagged: birthday, if love now reigned, loss, love, sisters, Violet Yates
December 17, 2014
I lost my sister 2.5 years ago to fate that no one would wish on anyone- it is so hard to digest that anyone would take their own life. I have had my own emotional ups and downs in my life and have gone down that dark rabbit hole too many times myself. But experiencing the kind of pain of being left behind causes a person to really go through so much turmoil and rejection. The question of “why?” is always there. And in our case, there will always be a question of, “was it really suicide?” Click below to read my niece’s heart-moving words.
Filed under: family, Love Tagged: addiction, daughter, family, loss, love, mom, niece, sister, suicide
December 16, 2014
I am the girl with the almond shaped eyes,
Hue often as blue as the fairest of skies,
Deeper at other times than the most unfathomable seas,
Dreaming of Neverland, on the way to Middle Earth,
Endless castles, moats, lands of Faeries,
of Tir Na Nog, Eyre & Avalon, of Hope, Distant Star.
In my heart, No matter near or far,
Love & a little pixie dust.
Thinking of all of you this Christmas. Much Love & Aloha. May God’s Blessings Rain Down Upon You.
Filed under: Love, Poetry, Writing Tagged: avalon, beauty in poetry, braids, dream, eyre, fairies, fairytales, fantasy, fun, hope, love, middle earth, neverland, nordic, pixie dust, poetry, swedish, tir na nog, Violet Yates
December 10, 2014
I miss having you as my friend,
But if I told you all of my secrets,
How soon would that end?
My heart aches not for your love,
Or The Way We Were,
But something intangible, sad, untouchable…
Not your kiss, touch or caress.
Just something simple. Unconditional. Acceptance.
Filed under: Love, Poetry Tagged: beauty in poetry, friend, love, miss you, missing you, past, the way we were, unconditional love, Violet Yates
December 5, 2014
I miss the smell of Christmas in Winter, the hint of burgamot and other heavenly spices twining through the air, evergreen and apple cinnamon candles burning bright. Outside, a full moon shines down upon a beautiful snow-laden ground, ice reflecting like dancing crystal fairies. Inside, we are toasty warm beside each other, smiles light. Of velvet and pumpkin spices, everywhere reds, whites and greens, people singing holy Christmas carols, young faces all acheer with delight, for Christmas is here! Presents tied with smart little bows, even the little dog knows, his gift is here.
Filed under: Christmas Tagged: cheer, Christmas, happiness, Happy Holidays, holidays, Merry Christmas, spice, sugar, winter
December 3, 2014
This is a little daring and different than my usual poems, but I am exploring some new techniques and material. I hope you like it.
I absorb the burgeoning atmosphere that surrounds a surrealistic mango-hued sky,
How am I here, How am I?
The birds, they can take to the air and flutter about,
like winged fairies, darting, swooping here and there,
Caressing the air, until they flee danger, hearing a shout.
Yet I cannot fly, I stifle a gasp.
For a fiend has slinked and slithered in from the umbra,
His magnificent, eternal eyes foretold of his evil agenda.
I close down, wearing a mask, defenseless.
The forest, teeming with creatures all around, speaks in beastly whispers.
The ritual begins, the sun a golden pearl cradled under the sea.
She lies, ignorant in unknown ecstasy,
As the horned beast closes in, antlers high,
He has conquered, her innocence dies.
Then forbidden, now desired. Dominance. She now indulges in His eminence, the imminence of danger a delight
Filed under: Art, Love, Poetry, sex Tagged: beauty and the beast, beauty in poetry, conquered, desire, exploration, forbidden, poetry, sex, Violet Yates
November 27, 2014
I have lived for 1400 years
Healed many with my tears
Survived trial by fire
Even your ire
I don���t live a life of hate, I love unconditionally
My love is eternal, out of the ashes I rise
I do not die.
Filed under: Love, Poetry, Writing Tagged: beauty in poetry, blog, blogging, happy thanksgiving, love, mythology, Phoenix, poem, poetry, rising from the ashes, Violet Yates
September 29, 2014
Still can hardly endeavor to believe
You’re right here beside me
Smilin and holding me close
I wanna fold you into forever
Dreamt of you through my tears
All those years
Something about you
Heals what’s broken in me
No longer standing still
I love and I feel
You and me, we are real
Don’t ever wanna miss you…
Filed under: Love, Poetry, Writing Tagged: blog, blogging, dating, falling in love, happiness, love, relationships, Violet Yates, writing
September 28, 2014
Unspoken words hang still in the air
The breath catches in my throat
Life, it seems, is never fair
Like a silent movie, it plays out til the bitter end
Regardless of dreams, wishes and cares
Emotions broil near the surface
Time… running into turmoil
Why is life such a complicated mess?
Can’t we just hold each other into the night?
I just love you and Love is worth the fight
I want you to stay and never take flight
Love me, my soul, all in due time
We are worth the climb.
Filed under: Love, Poetry, Writing Tagged: blog, blogging, dating, happiness, love, poetry, relationships, Violet Yates, waiting for love, writing