someofme

someone asked me to add some of the things i have written to this site.. first of all i am kinda humble like that and dont believe anything i do is all that grand..what i do feel though is what i do write is part of me from inner feelings needs fears and desires.. from where ever my head may be at that time it allows others to glimps at a deeper part of who i am.. so i have added a few things and hope Y/you enjoy them..
~angelbrat~

THERE IS NO WEAKNESS IN SUBMISSION THERE IS ONLY STRENGTH.. THE STRENGTH TO OFFER MY WILL TO THAT OF AN OTHER HUMAN TO CONTROL, PROTECT AND CARE FOR.. I FIND GREAT STRENGTH IN MY SUBMISSION, MY ROAD HAS BEEN HARD AND UNCERTAIN AT TIMES, BUT I AM PROUD EVEN WITH DOWN CAST EYES AND BENDED KNEE TO BE WHO I AM..I AM A SUBMISSIVE WOMAN

went for a walk and found myself in the park, a nice place, a family place, a place of joy and childhood wonder,as i aimlessly strolled about, watching the children at play the mother's looking on with care, the grandparents with endearing looks in their eyes.. i found my self in front of the wishing well,yes its bottom littered with coins of evey kind some domestic and some foreign, but all for the same reason, to buy a wish from the well,as i sat looking down a face appeared and i was startled at first expecting it to be my own, but it was that of an older woman,as i sat just looking at her she smiled and asked me what did i have to offer the well for a wish. Looking through my pockets, comming up empty handed i shruged and told her i had naught to give, so asked nothing of the well..she sighed and went away,sitting there with my heart heavy and mind confused, wondering when i might have the chance to be held in the arms of my love, when i might have the chance to see His face, to hear His voice and feel His breath upon my neck as We fall asleep together night after night, wondering if it would ever be, i began to weep.. the tears softly rolling down my cheeks at first,then like a torent they began to come faster and droped one by one into the well, again the old woman appered to me and said why is it You weep little one? i say to her for my Love, for my Love is why i weep..she asked me was my love true was it pure and was it strong, my answer to her was a slight nod of my head, and she told me to close my eyes and make my wish, shaking my head i told her once again that i had naught to offer the well for my wish,she shook her head at me then and smiled and told me You silly girl, You have given Your gift and paid the price with the innocent pure tears that only true Love can offer, smiling at her i closed my eyes and wished with all my might.. she bid me fare well and i walked along with a lighter heart, that night as i slept, You came to me in all Your wonder and glory,You did not make love to me but made me love You more, We made our promises and told our secrets, and we talked and laughed,with the morning sun came the realization, that wishes come true even if only in dreams, in my dreams You are mine and i am Yours,.....
writen by: ~angel brat~

Thoughts richocet though my mind, my eyes are closed as if im blind..my heart seeks out to feel then my emotions go off like a reel...i feel consummed by the sadness i feel over powered by the badness...i strugle with trust i flinch away from it ....at times i run fast from it and when i stop and turn around... there it is... waiting for me... watching me.. i yell into the blind darkness.. what do you want from me? i cry and pound my hands against the cold floor... then it opens just a bit..... that creaky old door...i see a ray of light, i flinch away as if in pain.. holding my hands up as to ward off a mortal blow...the light becomes brighter.. it moves closer, oh god i cry help me i can't breath...i feel traped... im scared.. i tremble like a rabit in a cage...i curl up and cover my face..i am ashamed..... yet i crave that light, i need its brightness to shine into my darkened soul..i need its warmth to chase away the cold... slowly i look up...whispering almost not heard.. help me i plead... my body lowers and prostrates at the feet of the light.. its bright loving warmth slowly filling my soul.....i feel the tension ease away i feel the love fill the coldness... i press my head tighter to the floor and sob out my reliefe... the light caresses my worn and battered spirit making it feel whole and loved once more..the sobs lessen and i drift off to sleep at the feet of the light.. the light You bring to my soul...
by ~angelbrat~