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Moon Bound02:21 Jan 16 2026
Times Read: 42
I drink the night like a vow I cannot break,
silver pooling on my tongue
as the moon calls me by my oldest name.
Darkness has always loved me
it never asks me to explain
why my heart beats slower now.
I am a vampire, yes,
but not the kind born of hunger alone.
I was made by loss,
by centuries of doors closing,
by hands growing cold in mine
one by one, until the echoes became my only choir.
I have buried lovers beneath foreign stars,
friends beneath forgotten soil.
I have watched time devour faces
I once memorized by candlelight.
Immortality is not power
it is attendance. It is staying when everyone else has gone.
The moon knows this.
She watches me without pity,
without mercy,
and still she stays.
Her light stitches my shadows together
when the weight of remembering
threatens to pull me apart.
I walk alone,
have always walked alone,
except for the sacred exception of blood
not stolen, but born.
My children are my constellations,
my grandchildren the soft dawn
I never thought I would be permitted to see.
For them, I endure the centuries.
For them, I soften my fangs
and teach the dark to be gentle.
They do not fear what I am
they know the monster is not the one
who survives, but the one who abandons.
So I remain.
Moon kissed.
Scars heavy.
Still standing in the night I love,
holding my losses like relics,
and my family like proof
that even eternal darkness
can learn how to protect
what it loves.
A Witch In The Woods04:51 Jan 12 2026
Times Read: 66
She lives where the forest forgets its own name,
where moss stitches silence to stone,
where the trees lean inward
as if listening for her breath.
Alone
but never lonely.
The wind knows her voice.
The roots know her footsteps.
Her power is not thunder shouted at the sky,
but the quiet command of seasons turning.
She bends moonlight into spells
and teaches fire how to rest in her palm.
Animals do not fear her.
They bow without knowing why.
Owls carry her thoughts between worlds,
and wolves guard the edges of her dreams.
She was not crowned
she claimed herself.
Carved her strength from loss,
tempered her will in solitude.
The forest does not shelter her
it belongs to her.
Every leaf is a sigil,
every shadow a witness.
If you wander too close,
you will not see her at first.
You will feel her
in the way the air grows heavier,
in the way your heartbeat listens.
And if she lets you leave,
you will carry her magick with you,
the knowing that true power
needs no throne,
only roots deep enough
to hold the world.
My Son, My Forever06:28 Jan 11 2026
Times Read: 90
I carried you once in my body,
and now I carry you everywhere else
in my breath,
in the way my heart still calls for you
without thinking.
You were not meant to be a memory.
You were meant to grow older,
to laugh louder,
to outlive my fear of losing you.
Instead, I learned the sacred cruelty
of loving beyond death.
I search for you in quiet places
in dreams that feel too real,
in sudden warmth,
in the ache that arrives without warning
and leaves me on my knees.
They say you are at peace.
I hope that is true.
But I need the universe to know
that a part of me went with you,
and it has not come back.
You are my son
not were,
not once,
not in memory.
You are my son in every lifetime,
in every breath I take after you.
If love could have saved you,
you would still be here,
So now I live carrying both:
the unbearable grief
and the unbreakable love
that will always speak your name.
Homeless for now02:03 Jan 04 2026
Times Read: 158
Well my lap top went out and I was not really able to log in well with my phone, its slow. But, I am currently considered homeless right now. What happened was the mobile home park that I was living in got sold the park to a company from out of state and the new owners kept raising every ones lot rent. Then when people could not afford their rent they would take them to court and kick them out. And no one could rent or sell their trailers because they would not approve any new people an apple to live in the park. Then they would either take you to court for money you owed or give you five hundred dollars for your trailers. So basically they are legally stealing peoples homes. But, I am fine. I have been through worse. Also, I have another lap top and I am living in a basement room at a relatives house. I refuse to give up any of my pets so that is why I basically have no other options. I actually am sating to love it in the basement room and I will probably even hate to leave when I do finally save enough for an apartment, as weird as that ma sound.
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COMMENTS
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dracken
13:31 Jan 16 2026
Yeah I love being a grand father, and in a few years or more, Even a great one maybe, as they are teenagers now