Jessi Ln's blog: "Pieces Of Me"

You sit there my prince waiting and longing to be seen Silent in shadows you lurk longing for arms to hold you close as they once did. I hear you breathe a small sigh parts your lips as you become impatient in your waiting. My blood begins to quicken as you step ever closer near Pressing your lips to my ear whispering to me... to be with you. Your hand graces mine and no one notices You walk back across the room, your eyes never losing its gaze upon me. Knowing surely that my will can never be stronger than yours. So sure of yourself you smile slightly licking your lips to increase the intensity of the flames gathering inside my veins. Deepening your gaze and holding my eyes captive to your will. Everyone is gone now... no one is here in this place No one but you and I as it should be I feel you behind me, I feel your eyes surveying the contours of my body Deciding which to ravage first. I turn to find you but nothing is there Only darkness awaits You toy and tease knowing my heart yearns for you and my body aches to be yours. Then again from behind you near You pull me into your arms and whisper against my cheek Forever my love, together always, nothing can part us, for You are me and I am you. Forever in loves embrace. Awaiting the Awakening.

Once this story is complete it will leave you longing for more. This is not a story that will leave you with a sense of utter completion because it is not about completion. People these days read stories for the ending. Endings have no continuation they are final and no more. They imply the story stops but no this story will never stop for it lives within us all at one time or another.This story isn't about the ending, it is about the cycle.The cycle of love loss and love once again. The cycle of hurt and forgiveness. Its also a story of the revelation of something bigger than ourselves. It tells of emotions that swell like the tides and crash upon us with no warning. This story tells of becoming lost within a maze of passion and emotions that we have no control over. If you are reading my story for the ending then please do not read any further. For that would be like living for death. My story is about something that can never and will never be finalized. My story is about something that is immortal and lives forever. By the end of this book you will feel it is a part of you. You will become one with this story and feel the emotions that I felt. My goal is to make you fall in love. Fall in love with our story, our lives and our existence. To make you embrace the passion and emotions that wrecked our world and tore it completely apart and saved us at the same time with its sweet rapture. My goal is to have us live forever, in your minds and hearts. To have you identify with the feelings and allow the passion to live once more. By the end of this book I will have made you fall in love. Fall in love with a story, a passion, a life. I am Lilla Dulongpre and these are pieces of me......... I saw you trembling in the dark Your skin touched not by chills caress Warm to the touch, flushed hot yet still you tremble. Alone, staring into the night sky Your face lit by full moons light Eyes surveying the heavens for hidden meanings Your mind clutching at unseen truths. You thought no one could see you in this state that lies between love and repulsion Your heart bleeding blind emotions into the murky pool of the dark. I seen my beloved. I watched as you dove into that passion That place that gives birth to both the sweetest of loves and the most treacherous of hates. You understand that passion is the mother of emotions. You know place of love and hate... that oneness of emotion... that blurry line that lies between, that can so easily be crossed. You know my beloved, You know now. By Me To be continued

Moon Dance Dearest Lady of the moon Dancing on beams of light Cutting through the darkness Of blackened stilled night. The stars all sparkle and keep the time As your feet dance on the velvet sky. Dance to me dear mother. Come to me once again As time and energy begin to bend. Spin your silvery strands toward me Great mother veil me in love Spin your silvery strands toward me Your gifts pour from above. I immerse inside your mystery I envelope my eyes to see Your radiant light A gift sure of your love. I call out to thee For your protection from the cold winds that blow and beckon their way to this heart of mine. Spin your silvery strands toward me Great Mother veil me in love Spin your silvery strands toward me Your gifts pour from above. Now I can feel and see The things that were mysteries That lay inside the silvery beams from above You're shining down on me You are a part of me Arianhods' your name and forever it will be the same. So Spin your silvery strands toward me Great Mother veil me in love Spin your silvery strands toward me Your gifts pour from above. By Jessica 9-17-2006

Irony Seeking the answers caught within the maze of cobwebs clouding the brain Like a haze of forgotten memoirs Left open to wither and stain. Walking among the living Blindfolding my minds eye so not to see the deception reeking havoc on man kind. Holding back my intuition for fear of losing sight Doubting the unmistakable messages Pounding inside my mind. Sliding within the grip of mistrust Fitting into the conformity made by humanity. Struggling daily with that which I see and that which I know to be true. Crippling my adjustable personality with lies full of poison Battling my abilities beyond reason. Knowing the truth while I allow my lips to be sewn by society. Holding back the remnants left of my spirituality. Trampled under feet frozen in fear Bashed by deceptive tongues that twist and turn the truth. Being questioned by those who have no brains. Being manipulated by the hands of the manipulated. Being taught by those who can not comprehend. Irony is it at its best. By : Me 7/25/2006 Do not use without the consent of the author.

Looking toward Home Her boundaries they do pull me to her cliffs and rocky shores The stillness echos silence Where time is no more. My ship sails forever pointing toward home Looking toward the future but cursed here to roam. My heart hungers for thee My soul it longs to be safely in your harbors for all eternity. Albion you are a woman My tears I give to thee I miss you ancient mother Your shores I long to see. If ever given one wish for anything in this realm I would wish to be home with you once again. I would stand beneath the rowan trees or over the cliffs to see the shiny sea of glass that pulled me toward thee. I would sit high above the cliffs of white and I would take your hand and walk forever in beauty In Albion with Morrighan.

Used Trapped under a collage of forgotten subterfuge Forgotten and mangled by the tyrants of society Religion plastered upon the halls of the mind Homeless clasping to shanties of card board remains You passed me today Your eyes barely graced my presence Do you not remember me? Am I so different? Does my lack there of ,cause your ignorance of my presence? My spark still lives here I feel it Do you see it live within the tattered walls of my soul? Haunting me like a memory of a loved one who has passed Who can no longer be touched or embraced over the great divide. I feel the hot tears of anger roll down my soiled cheeks I feel my entrails being pulled out of my body from the feelings that well deep inside me. Forgotten I am. I have no more to give. When all was spent they all were gone. No more friends to visit and see me Now they walk past me as if I cease to exist. Clutching on to the gifts given by some other. My soul cries out I'm here..... But their ears hear me not I have nothing they want. So I am useless to them. They only hear that which they want, they only see that which is pleasing, only do that which is easy. Societies cross is the one of privilege. They do not dare to suffer so they drain the livelihood of others so they do not feel the pain. I stand and shake off my rags and smile I have learned my lesson I have seen you with eyes that before today have not seen. I have heard your words of silence They fell not on deaf ears. I have much to give .... Starting with the giving of boundaries and limitations. I have much to give yes....... To me. By Myself 8-07-06 Copyright protected 2006. Do not reproduce or use without the written concent of the author.