girlwithoutwings

Take a peek to learn how to do a tattoo.... Kind of.... Follow me on Insta if you like my stuff @jackieswickedrhymes <3 I hope you are having a beautiful day

I've totally forgotten how to use steemit it's been so long! Hello everyone:) how do you power up? In the meantime, a LOT has happened - in my life and in the world! since i last enjoyed steemit... here's

Annihilation of Pain. You do not know me: I will grow. You will not undermine me anymore, There is no place For your bullying You cannot ruin What I’ve got inside of me By pain; You cannot cause me to

I’m lying on my back on the grass, Looking up at a spread-eagled mass Of milky way: This mother fucking crazy, intergalactic expanse of Impossible to comprehend stretch of stars, That explodes like shattered

Have been working hard on this latest work - then a friend lent me a loop pedal!

The Unbridled They pounded the ground On their dark as death mounts, Their howls as wild As a storm nettled sea, And the air was sucked bare Of all soft and All kind and all Comforting sounds; Not a breath

Loss of the Muses My Raven flew away again, We’d barely had time to begin. I miss him. It might have been he’d shone a light And I was taken in by it, But when his bark came to his bite, I found that light

Veneer. A rage: the pestilence of unwanted pressures that press on my mouth and press on my ears, cause them to bleed a dirt hued disastrous consequence of unutterable expletives and a flailing veneer.

Horizons The call of the sea. Invokes a longing for wandering horizons juxtaposed against turbulent lust for a land where skies kiss the hills kiss the sea kiss the sand. Kiss my land. I fly as a gull

Here is the fire That burns like a fever And twists, turns and hurts, And without any warning at all Lets its flames lurch. Here is the fire that Licks at the blinkered eyes Of those Who see fit to let

I did not ask To be let go - I asked to stay, But when I asked I did not know The one I asked Had looked away, Until I found It was too late. It hurts. Drifting. Was never something I had Planned To do:

For Lisa part 3 An ongoing project. I will not let her death be in vain. The Calling part 1 She calls me And I can’t deny her, Through cohesive falls and swells Of angel’s lyre; The reliable promise Of

Working on a project or two... all will be revealed in time... For Lisa part 2 Who is there to comfort me In these hours of darkness That pass for the night? Did they not hear My footsteps approaching?

My Raven flew away again, We’d barely had time to begin. I miss him. It might have been he’d shone a light And I was taken in By it, But when his bark came to His bite, I found that it was nothing more

Here is a link to the tale of how I am managing seronegative arthritis through a plant based diet - podcast with the internationally renowned Clint paddison, devisor of the paddison program for rheumatoid

And here is the video...

The Final Version. Video recording to come.... Thicker Than A Thief “Pssssit,” Mr Fox peered round the side of the tree where he’d been hiding from Hen. He’d straw in his ears, muck on his whiskers and

Last week a friend and fellow storyteller, Lisa, was found at the bottom of some local cliffs. She had had a terribly tragic time and it was a terribly tragic ending - and shocking too. She was such a

For Lisa When I call you Won't you come? Oh yielding earth that bears my hand? As tendrils that from willows weep Wrap me around And draw me down. I'm plagued upon the lyre's call, I'm tortured into soft

Well, has been a while. My hands are ruined due to seronegative arthritis complications and my creativity stifled as a result. However, I am returning to steemit over the summer simply because it gave