Violet Yates's Blog, page 9

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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.

http://dearestmotherjoni.blogspot.com/2014/12/all-signs.html

Filed under: family, Love Tagged: addiction, daughter, family, loss, love, mom, niece, sister, suicide

Fantasy

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

Friend

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.

This…

Filed under: Love, Poetry Tagged: beauty in poetry, friend, love, miss you, missing you, past, the way we were, unconditional love, Violet Yates

Merry Christmas!

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

Magnificent Delight

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

Out of the Sun

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

Don’t Ever Wanna Miss You

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

Stay

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

Crush

You pull me to you

Like crushed velvet

Enveloped in steel

Safe

Filed under: Love Tagged: bliss, cuddling, falling in love, happy, love, snuggling

The Drums – Down by the Water

I was reading a gal’s blog and she recommended this band, The Drums, an Indie Pop band from Brooklyn, N.Y., so I decided to check them out (also check out Phoenix, French alternative rock band, pretty cool stuff).  I was listening it with my boyfriend (decided to call him this because he calls me his ‘girl’ and calling him my ‘boy’ would sound weird, ‘man’ would be too possessive and so for lack of a more mature term, boyfriend it is…) and thought that  their ballad, Down by the Water, was just awesome.

Here it is:

 

Filed under: Music Video Tagged: alternative, American, Brooklyn, Down by the Water, love, music, Phoenix, pop, rock, The Drums