Month: September 2025

Feelings

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Feelings (When you know you are being left out.)

The laughter comes through drywall, thick and low,
A happy static I don’t get to know.
I’m in the kitchen, pouring out a drink,
And on the very edge of what they think.
It isn’t cruel, it has no pointed sting,
This accidental orbit where I swing.

The door swings open and the sound cuts clean,
A sudden silence wipes the vibrant scene.
A smile is offered, quick and paper-thin,
A pause, before the story can begin
Again, but different. Softer, and more staid,
A careful, edited version, newly made.

And in that quiet that my presence brought,
A frantic question in my mind is caught:
Was my name just a whisper in the air?
A punctuation mark they couldn’t share?
A punchline or a problem or a plea?
Was the last word they swallowed simply “me”?

There is no proof, no evidence to find,
Just shifting shadows in my worried mind.
A glance that might mean nothing, or mean all,
The way a friendly gesture seems too small.
I’m chasing ghosts of words I never heard,
And judging every single action spurred.

It’s like a hum beneath the floorboards, faint,
A phantom ache that merits no complaint.
For what is there to say? “I feel a dread
About the secret things you might have said”?
They’d call it madness, and perhaps they’re right.
So I just stand here in the fading light,
And smile, and nod, and never let them see
The terrifying space surrounding me.

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To My Husband

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To My Husband

Before you, love was just a word,
A whisper in a song I’d heard.
A fragile thing, I couldn’t grasp,
A fleeting moment, meant to pass.

But then you came, a steady light,
And chased away the lonely night.
You showed me love, so pure and true,
A constant, gentle, me and you.

No grand gestures, just quiet grace,
A loving look upon your face.
A hand to hold, a shoulder near,
Dispelling every doubt and fear.

You see the best in who I am,
And love me, flaws and all, I am.
You lift me up when I am down,
And paint my world in colors known.

You are my rock, my safe harbor,
The one I’ll love forever after.
With you, I know what love can be,
A precious gift, eternally.

So thank you, love, for all you are,
My shining star, my guiding star.
You showed me love, in every way,
And brighten up my every day.

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Fall in love with the Shadow Realm Chronicles Her love was her light. Her transformation, her curse. Her revenge, a looming shadow. Before the Great War shattered the realms, Maeve was a fairy, wife to Hunter, and mother to baby Alexander. But a brutal attack by the vampire Marius rips her from her life, turning her into a creature of the night. Desperate and alone, she falls into the clutches of Jonathan, the enigmatic Shadow King, becoming his queen in a realm of perpetual darkness. Years pass, and the quiet town of Rivers Peak is unknowingly in the crosshairs of Maeve’s monstrous ambition-and the Shadow King’s grand design. Her human family, including a fiercely loyal Hunter and a son, Alexander, now grappling with his own magical heritage, are drawn into a conflict far beyond their understanding. As Maeve’s grandson, Justin (Shawn), uncovers the truth of his lineage, he becomes a pawn in a larger game. Torn between the monster she’s become and the vestiges of her former self, Maeve must choose: succumb to the bloodlust and orchestrate the destruction of those who wronged her, or fight for the fractured family she left behind. But in the Shadow Realm, even love can be a weapon, and the cost of freedom might be her very soul.

Fall in Love with The Shadow Realm

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Her love was her light. Her transformation, her curse. Her revenge, a looming shadow. Before the Great War shattered the realms, Maeve was a fairy, wife to Hunter, and mother to baby Alexander. But a brutal attack by the vampire Marius rips her from her life, turning her into a creature of the night. Desperate and alone, she falls into the clutches of Jonathan, the enigmatic Shadow King, becoming his queen in a realm of perpetual darkness. Years pass, and the quiet town of Rivers Peak is unknowingly in the crosshairs of Maeve’s monstrous ambition-and the Shadow King’s grand design. Her human family, including a fiercely loyal Hunter and a son, Alexander, now grappling with his own magical heritage, are drawn into a conflict far beyond their understanding. As Maeve’s grandson, Justin (Shawn), uncovers the truth of his lineage, he becomes a pawn in a larger game. Torn between the monster she’s become and the vestiges of her former self, Maeve must choose: succumb to the bloodlust and orchestrate the destruction of those who wronged her, or fight for the fractured family she left behind. But in the Shadow Realm, even love can be a weapon, and the cost of freedom might be her very soul.

This Chapter Closed, a Lesson Learned

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The message sent, a hopeful plea,
A final chance for you and me.
A reaching out, across the divide,
Where hurt and silence now reside.

I asked you how you’ve truly been,
Beyond the surface, what’s within.
I offered space, a listening ear,
To quell the doubts, to conquer fear.

I laid my heart out, vulnerable and bare,
A fragile hope that you might care.
A wish to mend, to find a way,
Back to the light of yesterday.

The clock ticked on, the days flew past,
An answer came, at long, long last.
Or maybe not, the silence deep,
A hollow promise, secrets to keep.

And in that quiet, I found my truth,
A gentle nudge toward my own growth.
This waiting game, I cannot play,
I need to heal, and find my way.

It’s not that I don’t value what we had,
The laughter shared, the moments glad.
But friendship shouldn’t cause such pain,
Or leave me drenched in pouring rain.

So I release you, set you free,
To walk your path, and I, for me.
It’s time to nurture my own soul,
And find a place where I am whole.

This chapter closed, a lesson learned,
My heart may ache, my spirit yearned.
But brighter days are on the rise,
With healthier bonds beneath new skies.

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A Love For Winter

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I can’t wait for this!

A Love For Winter

The wind howls fierce, a frozen bite,
The world outside, a canvas white.
Snow piles high, a drifted dream,
But inside, warmth, a cozy gleam.

The furnace hums a steady tune,
A counterpoint to winter’s moon.
I stir the pot, a savory scent,
A comfort that is heaven-sent.

My little ones, with rosy cheeks,
Sip steaming cocoa, soft and meek.
They build a fort of blankets grand,
A kingdom in this winter land.

I mend a tear, I read a book,
A gentle, loving, mother’s look.
Their laughter rings, a joyful sound,
The warmest feeling can be found.

Outside, the storm may rage and roar,
But love has locked our cozy door.
These precious moments, close and deep,
Are treasures that my heart will keep.

For in the giving, in the care,
A love so strong beyond compare,
I find a warmth that burns so bright,
A mother’s love, a guiding light.

The snow may fall, the winds may blow,
But in this heart, a fire will glow.
For family’s love, a precious art,
Keeps winter’s chill far from my heart.

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The Creeds (Kids Book Series)

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Let’s Greet the Day

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Let’s Greet the Day

The sun, a sneaky, golden thief,
Has crept in, past the window’s leaf.
No shadows dance, no moonbeams gleam,
It’s morning now, you living dream.

My sleepy cubs, my drowsy crew,
The world awaits, a vibrant hue.
No time for burrowing, deep and tight,
The day’s a canvas, burning bright.

Those eyelids heavy, slumber’s hold,
A story whispered, brave and bold.
Of possibilities, yet unfurled,
Adventures waiting, in the world.

The birds are singing, crisp and clear,
A symphony to banish fear.
Of early rising, tasks to face,
Embrace the moment, find your grace.

The kitchen’s humming, warm and sweet,
With fragrant toast and morning treat.
A steaming mug, a gentle nudge,
To chase the sleep, and be a judge.

Of how you’ll shape this brand new day,
With laughter, learning, come what may.
So rise and shine, my sleepy dears,
And conquer dreams, and dry your tears.

No grumbles, groans, or heavy sighs,
Just open hearts and sparkling eyes.
The world’s a stage, the play’s begun,
Let’s greet the day, my rising suns!

Bossoming of Our Friendship

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Bossoming of Our Friendship

In the gentle unfolding of shared moments,
A delicate blossom emerges,
A bond nurtured with care.
Through whispered confidences, like a soothing rain,
We nourish each other’s hearts
And find solace from life’s inevitable pains.

With each interaction, we weave a tapestry of understanding,
Each thread a testament to the truths we’ve uncovered together.
Through moments of doubt and darkness,
As well as days bathed in sunlight,
We navigate the intricate labyrinth of human connection,
Learning to decipher its subtle, often hidden language.

In the silent communion of our eyes,
We convey a depth of knowing
That transcends mere words.
A shared glance, a synchronized heartbeat,
The echoing laughter that fills the air –
These are the hallmarks of a true empathetic bond.

As our friendship deepens,
The barriers that once separated us
Gradually dissolve,
Allowing for a greater intimacy and vulnerability.
We come to cherish each other’s imperfections,
Recognizing them as an integral part of who we are.
In this acceptance, we find a reflection of our own hearts.

Within the sanctuary of our connection,
There is no need for pretense or guardedness.
We create a space where our souls can find solace and understanding.
Here, we can be our authentic selves,
Knowing that we are met with compassion and acceptance.

True beauty lies in the depths of understanding,
In the unspoken secrets that our spirits hold.
With a gentle touch and an open heart,
We embrace the blossoming of our friendship,
Finding solace in the profound connection we share.

As time goes on, we weather life’s storms together,
Our bond strengthening with each challenge we overcome.
Through joy and sorrow, celebration and loss,
We remain steadfast,
A constant source of support and encouragement for one another.

In the twilight years, we look back
On a lifetime of shared experiences,
Our hearts filled with gratitude for the gift of our friendship.
And as the sun sets on our journey,
We find peace in the knowledge
That our bond will endure,
Transcending the boundaries of time and space.

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