The Kink Factory's blog: " My Poetry"

Have you ever looked into a mirror and Not recognize the person looking back at you? I never like what I saw in the mirror, I hated having my picture taken. I wanted to be invisible. I don't see that any more..... I look in the mirror and it startles me.. I don't know this Beautiful, Vivacious, Woman... Looking back at me... She can't be me But wait... She is Me I am still taken aback... She is me, and I am She I am very much in a getting to know me phase... All over again I am having a blast, I am also scared shitless My New word is Courage! So you're scared... put yourself out there anyway... it might just be worth it I know it is for me.... Life is definitely changing... I like what I see... This Beautiful. Vivacious, Woman Is Me!

Seraph’s Cry I once saw a Seraph cry This vision of loneliness made me sigh His hearts wings, Frail and small Were broken in this, His latest fall I asked, What could cause such pain To a soul with thoughts As sweet as the purest rain? When he said It was I who caused the fall My tears I could not refrain.

Love to me… Love to me, is something that sets your soul and spirit free. Love to me, is something that makes you strong and sure. Love to me, lets you be, who you want to be. Love to me, makes you grow and strive to be the best that you can be. Love to me, allows you to see the beauty in the little things. Love to me, is the light in a dear ones eyes. Love to me, is the laugh of a child. Love to me, is the sunlight on my face. Love to me, is a song in my heart. Love you me, can be said in one little word. Love to me, is You!

I feel the love of Gia as I walk through the woods. She welcomes me with a soft warm breeze. The Sun kisses my skin The water from a stream washes me clean. I am refreshed Ready to face the “world” once more.

Ah, alone in the wood. Just the Mother and I . It has been so long, since she and I were one . It is good to be home. Good to feel the Earth beneath my bare feet. Here, alone in the wood I can tell my Mother of all the things I have learned, And she can tell me of all the things I have forgotten She welcomes me into her bosom, Let’s me drink from a cool stream. Her soft breezes touch my skin and awakens me once again . It is good to be home

Be Silent!!! Be silent! Be silent and listen Listen to the Mother Listen as she tells you of her love, As she tells you of her pain Listen as she tells you of her struggle. The struggle to give you what you think you need. Be silent! Be silent and watch Watch the Mother Watch as parts of her die As she takes back some of what is Hers Watch as She struggles to keep the balance The balance between life and death Be silent! Be silent and feel Feel the Mother Feel the Mother as she gives you life. As you take Her life away Feel her pain as She struggles Struggles to keep up with the human race. Be silent! Be silent and listen Listen to the Mother Listen as she tells you of her love, As she tells you of her pain Listen as she tells you of her struggle. The struggle to give you that, which you think you need.