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15 Jan

They lay so heavy on my mind
Those words spoken in rage
They lay so heavy on my mind
Like weighted dreams, running
So heavy on my mind.




14 Jan

So you said it in vain.

You said it because you were angry.

Did it make you feel better?

Those bitter words that left your tongue.

Words that can never now be undone.

Did it make you feel better?

That pain that travelled to my heart

Like a knife fired in the dark

Did it make you feel better?

Selfishly said..



I hope you feel better.


Feeling a little.. not quite here this morning….

10 Jan


This morning I heard someone whisper my name as I was approaching the end of my dream, that moment when you’re almost at the end of the tunnel and can feel the real world starting to take hold. I answered yes…just as softly as they had called my name…only to open my eyes and realise I was laying in my bed…
in the dark..

The Invitation

8 Jan

What a beautiful piece of writing..

I love reading other people’s words, I find it so inspiring especially when their words touch a place of things to be written.


The Invitation

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.

I want to know what you ache for,

and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are.

I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love,

for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon.

I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow,

if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or

have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own,

without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own,

if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you

to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be

careful, be realistic, or to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn’t interest me if the story you’re telling me is true.

I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself;

if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul.

I want to know if you can be faithless

and therefore be trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see beauty

even when it’s not pretty, every day,

and if you can source your own life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine,

and still stand on the edge of a lake

and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes”!

It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have.

I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and

despair, weary and bruised to the bone,

and do what needs to be done for the children.

It doesn’t interest me who you are, how you came to be here.

I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.

I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself,

and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

– Oriah Mountain Dreamer

young love.

25 Apr

I want that pure love again

That love that knew of no doubts

No deceit or lies

That love that was true

That love that reached all limits and all boundaries

That love that went beyond the known and into the distance

That love that knew of no hurt or heartbreak

I want that pure love again

That love that trusted wholly

That young love

The love that only comes from the innocent

Like the love of a child

So beautiful and untainted

From a heart that has never known of pain

Where there are no walls or barriers

To break down or climb

It’s just a walk down that road

Into the unknown

I want that pure love again

No expectations

Where your feet are off the ground


I wonder if I will see you again one day…


if you take awa…

23 Apr

if you take away fear
all that is left is love..
and if you learn to appreciate the differences
you’ll find true beauty in them ~ Misseldr ♥



21 Mar

so someone died today, under a tube.

i hear you sigh, and roll your eyes

yet another who takes their life so selfishly?

but you’re wrong.

so quick to judge

it was an unwanted last song

he fell.

the screams as they tried to pull him to safety.

the wind began to howl

and the eyes of death soon approached

the screams

the grappling of clothes.

no strength would pull him from his unfortunate fate

14th March- a man died today, hit by a tube.

© Misseldr 2012



14 Mar

i knew you once, once a lifetime ago.

once a heart beated
never to know it was deceited.
once a mind never knew lies
or bitter twisted tongue cries.
i knew you once, once a lifetime ago,
once a future seemed so clear
with an unborn child, possibly near
once words seemed to set in stone
with no thoughts of doing this, alone.

i knew you once, once a lifetime ago,
once a life seemed so complete
with an unexpected hand meet
once a song sound so sweet
now wishing we skipped our greet.

i knew you once, once a lifetime ago.

© Misseldr 2012


14 Mar

i’m on this train. and it’s moving. but i’m not. i’m still. motionless. i’m dreaming with my eyes open again. i almost forget where i am. i jump out of my day dream and back on the train. i hope no one saw my dream. i hope no one heard my thoughts. as they are mine. they are the only things that are mine and mine alone. but what were these thoughts? as now the memory of my dream was lost and i was just sitting waiting for my stop.


© Misseldr 2012




14 Mar

it was just me

it had been just me for some time now
i did things the way i wanted
when i wanted
i didn’t need to think about anyone else
i forgot what it meant to feel
i forgot what if felt to miss
to genuinely miss someone.
i forgot what the power of someone else’s happiness
your life
felt like.
i forgot what it felt like to hold someone’s hand
the feel of another’s lips pressed against mine
i had forgotten it all

                                                                                                               and it was no longer just me.
© Misseldr 2012