Yikes…..it’s been a whole month since my last post…..oops. Sorry guys! I’m working a summer job right now, and in the time between work shifts, I’m trying to finish a commission that’s long overdue, so that’s why I haven’t been very active. I guess I might as well say this – I probably won’t be very good at being active until the end of the summer – which for me is late August. I do intend to keep this blog going, so I’m sorry for being so sporadic, but right now my schedule is too crazy for me to be able to promise regular posts. When I do get on, though, I’ll be sure to show you guys more of my writing!
If you’re the impatient type, though, and you want to see more of my creative writing that what I post here, this is the site that I’m by far the most active on: mistressofquills.deviantart.com
I also have a facebook for MistressofQuills, and a twitter @mistressofquill (I know…lame that I couldn’t fit the ‘s’ at the end -.-), and also an instagram (username MistressofQuills) if you’re interested in seeing some of my amateur photography! I have a tumblr too but I’m even less active on there as I am here…. Hey don’t blame me, if I have too much internet in my life, I won’t have time for writing! (…it’s happened before…)
So! Follow me on any of those websites if you so desire, and I’ll just continue tryyying to be more active on here…. TRY being the key word.
Now that I’ve rambled enough, let me show you another piece of poetry, since my creative writing is the whole point of this blog(: This was written last September, so it’s actually a little weird for me to look this far back and see how far I’ve come… Anyway, thanks for reading, and as always, please let me know your opinion!
Lights and Love
If I lit a little crimson candle
for every crystalline tear I cried,
for every shaky breath I sighed
and every time I’ve almost died
when you looked into my eyes…
My house would be filled with light,
and the heat of a thousand flames
that writhe and dance and play games
of flickering fun and flirty aims,
as if to taunt me and my pain.
So I pick them up, one by one,
while they continue their wild dance,
with a deep bow and a little prance,
as if their devious aim is to entrance.
They don’t understand: their purpose
is to light my heart and warm my soul.
They light the pier in a soft glow
that doesn’t rival the moon’s show…
silver brilliance, beams white as snow.
My eyes gleam with tears unknown.
The beauty of the night is lost on me…
the moon, the stars, the candle light…
the little flames dance with growing fright
as they bleed red tears in the night,
their life burning and bleeding away
as I sit there and weep and pray
for the day we are together again.
Because, my love, I miss it when
we could part and say “until then,”
and simply mean the next day…
I ache for that time to return.
So until then, my dear, know that I remember all the tender caresses.
I remember the gentle words, whispered in secret, fingers tangling in silky tresses.
Know that my love lives on, past the forced silence and the painful distance.
That I will wait for you, as long as it takes, for I possess an unwavering persistence.
Live, with those words in your mind,
Laugh, with that promise in your heart…
Love me, till the end of time.
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