I've worked at the Green Bull Pub for around a decade now. It isn't a fancy place like some others in Ireland. Nay, Hermitsgrove is a small town, a tight-knit community full of farmers and masons, all earning just enough to support their families. The buildings have that rustic feel to them, as if you'd been plunged back through time to the eighteen hundreds. Ivy crawling up the faded brick walls is a common sight here, complimented by the cobblestone walkways on either side of the streets. Everybody knows each other, and you can't do something without another person finding out about it. It is somehow quite comforting and horribly irritating
When pain is necessary...
Feeling weak becomes secondary...
And the power you acquire is legendary.
When you think the light is out of reach...
It's time to look in the mirror and give a speech...
And your reflection will give you the answers you seek.
Whispers on the wind,warmth floating on a breeze,I hear you my love.Like a lover's voice fires the mountainside,I hear you my love.Your voice so pure and so clear,I hear you my love.Your arrival has been greatly anticipated,a welcome event that pleases me.Your voice pierces the darkness,lights up my heart and my soul.My eyes had been kept within the night,deep in darkness.But along came someone,a man who opened them to the light.Speaking to me that our time was soon to come.HE in his infinite love,knew the pain contained in our hearts.The past haunted us both and wishes to overcome us even now.But soon my love,night will give way into day.The
Oh what a shock it was to us all.We all knew you had some health problems.In the past it was high blood pressure,cholesterol issues,and before we knew it you got type 2 diabetes.You had gained so much weight and your legs and back lost it's helpfulness to support you.Little did anyone know what was to come later.No warning was given to me.I got a call about 2:40 am on a Wednesday morning.I got off from work at 3 am and went home.The call I had gotten shortly before leaving work was one of fear to me.They said you were really sick and was given some medicine for it.But little did I know it was too late.After getting home,I took care of things
It's strange to think that it's been one year,three months,and eight days since you left me.It's been three years,two months,and sixteen days since you left me too.The world I knew,the life I had,is gone forever.Alone in a sea of emptiness,tired of the solitude,and aching to no longer feel this deep sadness within me.The pain runs deep within me,never ceasing.I find myself emotional at every turn.What I see on television,online with the internet,here at our home,when I go shopping for food or other things,and even at work.I see you every place I go.I notice your influence in me at every turn I make.My laugh,the way I walk,mannerisms,the way I
I'm not afraid of the love
I know that has arrived to me
I'm afraid of the unknown
What would happen if I didn't tread carefully
What if I could be hurt
How would I know
This could keep going
Or it could come to a screeching halt
My doubts are at fault
I am so dang scared
So dang scared
So dang scared
♪ I'm not afraid of the dark
I'm afraid of what's in the dark
That I cannot see
Because it's so dang dark
So dang dark
So dang dark
So dang dark
So dang dark... ♪
Why must the storm clouds
Try to reign over my brain
Lord, stop this train
Before I'm overwhelmed
By the overthinking and the fears
Which will attempt to
A Muse's Longing To All That Passionately Love by LaColombeDeDeuil, literature
Literature
A Muse's Longing To All That Passionately Love
Soothing, as soft as a caress from a passionate desire put forth from words as warm as a secret burning
oh bathe me in this gift from Aphrodite's pool of want,
immortal cravings drip as a goddesses' gift fall upon me into my heart's dreams
dastardly are the darkest clouds that now through their shadows try to seep into the light,
come they from memories of when love was first felt from unwanted hands,
stated through cracked lips as a lie,
Flow over me, flood ore my whole, cleanse me from this wretched memory of love darkly gifted in deceit, nae t'was naught love for love leaves not such blood filled talons marks to scar.
Oh beloved, treat
Depression
The emptiness inside is all consuming.
The light at the end of the tunnel,
A distant thought.
Loneliness seeps deep
And depression flows from bone to flesh,
From flesh to thought.
Like a vile mist,
It covers and creeps into one's mind,
Drowning you in shadow and dark grief.
You try and try to claw your way out,
But as you near the precipice of hope,
The ground crumbles and sends you falling back down.
Down you fall,
Tumbling, twisting, once more broken.
You hear your heart and soul being ripped from your self.
Depression calls, and like a magnet
You're drawn to it, against your will, but helpless all the same.
You