He touched me... He made me cry... Finally... I see what I hide...

"Unleash my words
for they do flow
in streams of eyes I do not yet know.." 
Steve Thompson


Today I came across some Poetry Tweets from @dreamersteve_99.
Just reading through them, somehow, exposed deep buried feelings I have been trying to bring into words, to express what I hide inside.
They made me cry my pains...
These are those 10 poems that managed to move me so suddenly and intensely...

Your roses
they wept before you came in
what news have you
they have not already told me
thorns were meant for me..

•
And if your love was the only true one in the garden
wouldn't the rest have found a love worth growing for..
•
The curl of your hair
the way your eyes shine so blue
the fragrance you exude
each attack this lonesome heart..
•
In your warmth
the furtive desires seek higher ground
always seeking
to not drown in you..
•
In loving we find peace
even sometimes through our pain..
•
Have you showered me off yet
have you washed away the tears
can you wipe off what I meant to you
and go to work with that smile..
•
One bird sings alone
a song to brighten her day
so simple so complete
only singing for her no one else around
her bird now..
•
If we must walk this world
let's not walk alone
too many branches are already broken on that road..
•
Inside were deserts of her own choosing
sands of lovers past
just a sandstorm ago..
•
Could she leave the life of dark evil spaces behind
to grasp a light that has always burned her deep before
for a true heart..


With thanks, to  Steve Thompson 

My Out of Control Hormones are making me...

I feel so sad and upset...
He is such a jerk...

Years ago when I was looking for things and ways to get me through my depression, I decided to go off the Pill and have a Mirena coil (or IUD) so I could take St. John's Wort and still be safe.

I have been on the Pill since I was thirteen, as my periods gave me so many problems (migraines interfering with my sight and very severe abdominal cramps, to the point I couldn't move for days let alone attend school) that my mum suggested to go and see our GP and see if going on the Pill would help with this.

He agreed and so we started with one that was apparently too heavy for me.
It gave me headaches every day to the point where a day without the headache would make me wonder why I was feeling so weird...

R.I.P Little Woodpecker...

I am soooo sorry, Little Woodpecker...

I am so sorry you died just because you were too young and inexperienced to realise you can't fly through glass, even though it looks like you should be able to...

I am so sorry that because of this thing I live in, your life had to end so soon...

Sleep tight, Little Woodpecker...

So here you are, lying there, on the pavers in front of my backdoor, like all you are doing is taking a nap in a somewhat unusual place...
You look so peaceful...
You just needed a rest from being out in the world, learning about all these new things to survive, to live...
So you stopped, laid your head down and fell asleep... just for a minute... catching your breath...

This world suffers so much from our presence.
We spread like a virus, conquering and destroying anything that dares to stand in our way.
Or just because we don't see a use for it, or don't like what it is...

Noun: Bitch-Pigeon > Someone that comes out of nowhere and shits all over your life. Metaphorically.

I got this one from @TheBloggess, as an answer to her request:

"I need the most ridiculous insult ever. Cock-knocker. Douche-canoe. Something like that. It's for Satan, if that makes it better."

@thisisroxanne kindly replied:

"@TheBloggess Bitch-pigeon. Its someone that comes out of nowhere and shits all over your life. Metaphorically."

Hmmmm.....
Somehow it has been on my mind ever since...