WyldFey's blog: "Confession of Mortality"

These moments of morning are mine. The quiet solitude & darkness soothes my ravaged soul. In my own world out of space & time. Shared only with Venus & Chai. I don't want anyone else to to see my fragile hold. Even the Heavens only sigh. I suffer the birth of brightness. All the noisy cheer zenith brings about so bold. Longing for my mantle of darkness. But for a few breaths of starshine. The stage is empty & I'm alone, between those beats I am whole & the worlds are still mine.

I dream of a Prince with moondust in his hair exuding the grave's glow; with his Demon Lover's Stare We'll raise hell at first. -Then we'll drink what we sow Depraved delights & wicked wines are among the first which will quench our thirst I need a new incubus to slake this wytch's fate His wintered silvery eyes may, whisper of forgotten wistfulness.. His bones might creak with sorrow. Still full of that tortured longing for fair Zeniths' honied kiss But I will know him- by what he grows Yearning for the freedom of tomorrow When the wind bring no more madness; borrowed or bloomed in his garden of shadows Then in our oasis when we find; our elusive phoenix We will renew & reburn Together

Well X-mas is over and I can personally say mine kicked ass. The exertion did too, sadly. I'm feeling alot better. My body is used getting used to alll the pills, so I'm sleeping less and not zombie-like. Heh as much. I still can't get into myspace guess I'll just make another one there. Because who the hell knows who reads this anymore. I want to restart my website on blogger, but I also want to dedicate a lot more to any business. I NEED $$. & I couldn't go job hunting if I wanted to. But...I got a webcam. So I'm going to advertise my readings more. If I CAN get any gov help for these bills piling up (almost dying is expensive) It's funny ppl who hardly know me. Worry. & It always suprises me. My adoptive uncle Roger will offer me a beer, but someone else;whom out of anyone I'd expect it from least.. Wouldn't give me a beer if his life depended on it.Then says "I'm too important to die over some stupid-shit".Creepy~ Another friend gave me 20 min lecture whilst we smoked a joint on the philosophy of the fact I'd prob be dead if I had moved when planned and how everything happens for a reason. Frickin potheads. I spent 15 mins convincing a friend/clerk @ the store into selling me 2 of those orange with vitamin beers I drink. Most others don't even drink in front of me. How was this rule enforced around me, seemingly in the ether since they can't have all got together..It's annoyed the piss out of me a few times. But I appreciate it...Not that I have a life right now or see hardly anyone. & Nenie & me might kill each other. We've both been so tired. I miss the insanity of my sissy's hehe. BUT I AM SOOO READY TO JUST FUCKING MOVE. dAMNIT ♦ I plan to go back to myspace, create a new one. the idiots on there can't seem to answer me.

Come to me.. You're still clothed in some of my skin. I still have the tattered remains from where your heart grew too papery-thin. I wrote love poems on it with the blood of a bear and buried it in the forest snow. Mixed with my tears .. I see the sand flow through the years. A secret buried within, so deep not even the heavens can hear. Won't you be mine my razorblade valentine Come to me.. make the circle complete

I could get lost in the black oblivion wrap myself in the lethe dreams that madness will bring Just surrender to the darkness Fall in love with the danger live the life of a stranger For a real taste of the wine of forgetfullness.. So that the wicked might finally rest

Confessions: Looking back Distended reality keeps breaking upon the shore, and it's threatening to wash away my sandcastle. But I can't be sure what's real anymore. So I keep building my pretties neatly in the sand. Always fighting to keep them safe from the sea. Using starfish to make shields as I take my stand. I followed the trail you left of footprints, past the treehouse we built and down into the cove. And though I searched; I haven't seen you since. All work copyright Jennifer Pritchett ©