My private hell bound and suffocated me

emptiness and sorrow wouldn't let me be.

It settled in deep and stayed close near by

my worthless unvalued voice echoed it's lies.

I felt the despair as it draped it's ownership

staked it's claim and ruled with abusive grip.

It drained my will to live bright triumphantly

and left nothing that could ever comfort me.

I wanted to let you know that I've packed my favorite burgundy turtleneck and fur wrap with just over a hundred dots all over it. I'm headed into the wild woods so I can string letters together to form words that will make up the original and creative sentences of my book.

I will miss all of you so much while I am away writing my unique story. But, you can rest assured and expect a special gift from me when I return in 365 days.

I will honor you with a present of wonder and delight that you'll recieve when you read my edition. Many of you would love a pair of crystal clear flip-flops or a flying enchanted table runner, I just know it. Possibly a hole in a garden that leads to a raving herbal infusion party may just stumble your way. How about a or seasuit with made-up thingamos for embellishments? Or a ripe fruit charcuterie board with an affliction for envy? And, who wouldn't want a moral lesson from a wand-bearing, lamp-living wizard or life-changing advice from a toy branch boy?

Your guess is as good as mine and the possibilities are endless.

Best wishes,

Laura

Her skin glows with an enchanting color of a gem's emerald green dazzle and she moves effortless around the room. Her long soft curls highlighted with deep sage wisps beautiful around her perfect face as her beauty is unforgetable. She isn't the hostess of this party yet she demands attention from every little thing happening around her.

For those who are more brazen and who crave her confidence will be searching for intriging ways to grab her smart focus. Some willing to spend all of their treasures on her, for her, to be just like her. Even trying to give her gifts of themselves, an expensive family heirloom, a watch off a wrist, an earring out of their ear and the brillant bands and blings of diamonds off their necks and fingers--only for her to pocket the items in her hunter green glittered gown, that will never be enough to warrent her time to be spent with you.

Though it seems clear to me, happy in my own skin, proud of what I have become and how well I have weathered life's storms, she can't seem to stay away. Her fungus green finger nails scratch at me to listen to her bland story of being better to be the best. Her alage tinted tongue interupt my converstation making her look needy in front of my guests. Her moldy green breath on the back of my neck makes me excuse myself from her exhausting attempts to win me over. I leave Envia in the corner of the dance floor alone and beaten.

It's just a matter of time before her slim green slippers are lost and her eel-driven carriage drags her back into her unfortunate place of never being satisifed and longing for the courage to be her own true self.

For my next time get together, I hope her invation gets lost in the mail.

Stars placed in the night, aren't there to blink

They’re lit up dim or bright, never meant to sink

Some hold wishes, mine holds silver writer’s ink.

It's the human eye that's to blame, blinking them gone

Lashed disapearing shuts and opens controling their pawn

Timed by nature, stars remain only to be unseen at dawn.

The tailbone, considered vestigial, which means no longer necessary. Like wisdom teeth, they're pulled nowadays. I serve purposes and perform functions, I am not no longer necessary. Trying sitting without me, try relaxing comfortable without me, try distrubuting your weight without me, try to balance and try to be stable without me. I also can help you move, I help you walk, run and let's not forget, I can help you dance.

Have you ever hit a bump and landed on your butt or fallen behind, I am there for you, unless you'd rather land on your spine bottom. That sounds paralizingly awful.

Don't abuse me either. Take care of me. Use a pillow, cushioned and padded seats, don't stay on a bike or horse for too long, take breaks from sitting and walk around, stretch your body, don't lean on me so much. I can be a real pain in the butt.

The emotion of being walked on;

like a door mat, not on tipped toes.

The drama of being pushed to the curb; like trash, not being escorted or strolled politely or lovingly.

The underwhelment of being someone who's feelings, opinions, dreams, goals, efforts, time, money and existance just don't matter to other people; never being valued or thought about; being ignored and neglected--only up until you are needed to make someone's life easier and more fun.

An open door in life to be made a fool of or a joke; not in a silly or light-hearted way;

But more of a critical, mean-spirtied, bullish, demeaning and judgmental way.