Pareidolia Love

The rhythm is faster than I would have wished. I just wanted to fit it all into 1min.

Sorry if it is a bit muffled but I am using my phone as a mic.


Pareidolia Love

I am the face on this tree,
The face that all sees.
I carved our bleeding names onto it
And I circled it into a heart.
But I can’t find this tree no more.
I’ve been banned from that park
I am left to wander and look for parts
of memories left, in the forests of my past.

A date into the city burrows,
I saw the tombs where monks got buried.
I went where you saw Irish ship,
We kissed just right beside those trees.

Your dog was frolicking in the soil
The rain was pouring, but it was no toil
My feet got soaked, yet, you dried me
With lots of hugs and fleshy heat.

I look back and reminisce,
This was a real lived romance!
I then, wake up without your kiss
Was this a dream? Or just a trance.

I’ll let my eyes be on this tree
So it shall always look at thee.
Protecting you, when passing b,
Inattentive to my guise.


7wordstory prompt!

This is why poetry and storytelling is so important! It helps us understand its healing powers. Through relating to what has been written, we learn, we are not alone. Those feelings are felt by many, those experiences are lived by many. We feel understood, we feel connected. We feel, as one.
I was asked to come up with a #7wordstory. I could not decide on which one to go with, so I wrote 2, on the same theme… hope I am not cheating haha.
Picture taken at Glasgow Necropolis, by myself.

Loss at Christmas

For Christmas you invited me

An extra plate was placed.

With too much Irish whiskey tea

No time commitment made.


Words got rambled and downed.

Regarded replies got silenced

Brain got dozed, fog-bound.

Greeting cards left, unsigned.


Ownership was never to be seen

Own sanity was put at risk

It rose up the inner banshee

In anger, the body frisked.


Christmas spent, a forlorn day,

No charades to decipher,

No one with whom to play.

Only that,

With a best friend like this,

Who needs enemies?


I put up no Christmas tree

 Why would you

When you have no one to gift

And nothing to receive?


No buffet to make

No one to serve or taste.

No need to eat, no chance to feasts.

No Communicating,

No celebrating.

No magical moments

No congregating.

I was lead to believe

There was a place for me to sit

At your table,

Where your family tells tales

Of Christmas long-lived.


And here I am, lying in my bed

It is Christmas day

Please don’t be sad

Not today.


The only sadness that pertains,

Is not that I’ve no gifts displayed.

I’ve no meetings to attend

I gained nothing, I lost a friend.

The Winds That Carry the Carols



My heart is not for sale.

Not a goodie to be wrapped
But a precious holy grail.
All the magic in this chest
Cannot send it through the mail.
Only by the vocal waves

These words, in your ears rave.

As tonight the wind blows

Whisper singing sounds

May you hear my Christmas carols

Defiling your surrounds.

Love Wound S


Like raindrops resting on battered asphalt

Tears, I carry in the holes of my heart.

Still I choose the roughness of the stone,

Over a smooth, washed out pearl.

There is no excuse,

I love when I get bruised.


It is because we get burned that we know we have loved. It also shows us, we are alive! Pain is a human condition so embrace it!

Polarity Tides

(by DivaState)
You can lose everything,
But when you lose your sense of SELF,
Trust me, it is maddening!
You act like a fly, trapped inside a glass cup
Desperately trying to come out.
The effort is pointless, yet, you still doubt.
Haphazard flying only leaves you choked up.
Huffing and puffing,
Eventually, you give up.
You change your mind at any second:
I want it all… I want nothing!
The devil and angel
On your shoulders cling,
Constantly fighting to be beckoned.
If only I could escape from myself!
Unscrew my head, give me a break.
Stop this wishful ebb and flow tidal wave!
You say we find peace,
When we are asleep.
But my self is purely wicked.
It shakes and trembles,
Inside unconsciousness’ sheets.

Fenrir’s Chant

You are the rarest wolf that has loped this land.
A lone cur with eyes bloody red
Your pelt, a mix of black and white,
Not in a pack, you don’t blend with your kind.
This wolf is my runaway bride.


I long to meet that wolf again.
Nothing causes more regret and pain,
Than having been your demise and bane.
You discarded me for secrets untold,
When all that I wanted was to uphold

Us as an omen of love and hope.


And so much love I thought I was gifting.

Yet, I gave him the poison I had taken.

This was no Romeo and Juliet staging!

Although Death came swaying,

Usurping a relationship, that could not be reawakened.


As a result, you exiled me from your world.

A den I never really entered in or abode.

Left me, to rot out in the cold.

No looking back, you trotted with a blindfold,

Indifferent to my screeching cajoles.


I found myself on that torturous road.

Without your dog as chaperone.

Stepping in obscurity, watching time unfold,

Searching for a new place to call home.


I stumbled upon a new horizon.

A fortress that stood in front of me,

Guarded a world I was yet to see.

The door was locked but I was the key.

A new tribe awaited with glee!


Their arms wide open, like their smiles,

Assured me, I had to walk no more miles.

I finally understood what this could mean:

I found a spot for my head to lean.

You were my catalyst for change.


Like an incurable infection that stays,

In my blood forever you will remain.

You will always be the one that got away.

Asking for Forgiveness is how I pray.


Thanks for your kick, it got me expelled

It set me moving, it drove me to hell.

I hit the bottom, I found myself

Thanks to this ride, that rejection propelled.


This tragedy has spurred my own reinvention.

As quick as you came, you left with apprehension.

Little do you know, you have caused a revolution inside my world.

I thank you for the pain that buried me whole.

I purged the filth, I cleansed my soul.


ps: I know I will never see you again.

Wishing you well… this is the end