I guess I always thought my wings would grow back, but nobody told me that once an angel has fallen, they are condemned to the earth. Forever looking skyward. Bitter, and envious of all the birds in the skies, which fly to corners of the heavens, which they themselves will never again see.
Author: Wolfette
Θα είμαι εδώ για να σας καλωσορίσω στο σπίτι.
The ancient Greeks had several gods that they worshipped and prayed to. Each one, for a different reason. Warriors would sit for hours prior to long battles in temples and pray. Pray for their safety, pray for good fortune, and pray for a favorable outcome.
Both Ares and Athena were closely related to war. Ares was known for his thirst for battle. Athena, on the other hand, reverted to war only for the purposes of justice, and she preferred peaceful settlements when possible.
The god of war, Ares; not only was he the god of war, he was the god of violence and vengeance. He wanted all warriors hands to be stained with blood. War, violence and bloodshed. The holy trinity of heroes.
His half sister, Athena, was not only the goddess of war, but of wisdom. She did not believe in violence, bloodshed or warfare, but in the causes for which wars were fought. She wanted peace and intelligence to coat the warriors hands, not blood.
Each one was worshipped for different reasons by the warriors. One to keep them safe, another to ensure they were victorious.
Those warriors, who would leave their homes and loved ones behind for months, sometimes years, to fight wars.
Oftentimes, when they came home, they were no longer the same men who left; rather they were hard, scarred, they smelt of dirt, blood and charred flesh.
But their wives, welcomed them with open arms and full hearts. just grateful they came back home.
Just because someone travels far and wide, faces demons, gladiators and death, dealing in blood over and over again, does not mean they are not still humans; with beating hearts and passionate souls.
They fought for their country, their families, their gods and their kings. And upon each return, they were given a heroes welcome.
So go ahead, do what you must; whether it is march off to a far away land to fight gladiators, or just take a midnight walk around the grounds; either way I’ll still be here waiting, to welcome you back home.
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Είστε ένας πολεμιστής.
When I was young, my grandfather would tell me stories. Wild tales of princesses living in far away kingdoms, witches that cast spells over children, bullfrogs who could sing, and aliens that ate spaghetti.
But my favorite stories were the stories of Greek mythology he would tell me.
He was a master storyteller, full of imaginative life lessons. He was a jovial man, with rounded cheeks and a rounder belly. He loved his work, he loved his wife, he loved his children, but most of all; he loved his grandchildren. There are two before me, but I was the first that was cloaked in pink. He would tap my nose and say to me, “Σ ‘αγαπώ. Είσαι όμορφη.”
As I grew, he tell me I had “the face of Athena” or, the “Greek profile.”
Athena, the goddess of strategic war and wisdom. She was the god the warriors prayed to before battles to ensure victory with minimal loss of life.
She was the one who watched over them as they slept, even comforted them when they wept. She believed not in violence, but tactics. They used her wisdom to wage wars.
She was there for the aftermath, to tend wounds. She made certain the warriors made it safely home, to where they belonged.
You my love,
are like a warrior.
Full of passion,
fear,
Insurmountable strength,
Anger, and courage.
It makes me tremble, to think of the scars you may have. The ones you haven’t shown me yet. But, how am I to help you if you’re hiding from me? I do want to help you, I want to mend you, bring you some peace, but I can’t do that if you don’t lay your armour down first.
Now, I may not know much of warriors, or be immortal; but I’m gonna try my best for you.
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That’s my Floyd man.
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Hollywood hung up on you.
There are afternoons,
I imagine you coming back for me.
Days where I sit by the front door,
hoping to hear your footsteps coming up the walkway.
But they never do.
You never do.
You haven’t been back here in years,
not that things have changed.
Nothing ever changes here.
I wonder if you ever did come back,
if you would look for me.
I’m not the little girl you left behind anymore though.
Some days I look at my reflection in the mirror,
and barely recognize my own face.
If I’m unsure of my own identity,
how can someone else claim they know me? One thing that always stuck with me,
even now ten years down the line;
was that you told me the world was waiting. I had believed you then,
A silly child,
dreaming of happy endings and fairy tales.
Now I know,
you weren’t trying to inspire me, you were running away.
The world doesn’t wait,
it never has.
This world will spin you around until you feel sick.
If you came back here now, you’d have to pry the front gates open, they’re not locked, just unused.
I want to tell you that now I know,
The world may not wait for anybody, but it will let you along for the ride.
You’ll get through this,
but you won’t come out alive.
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This weekend!
Evening pups!
So it is Tuesday evening, and I’m getting ready for work.
I just wanted to give you this small update and tell you what’s been going on this past weekend!
First of all, on Friday, I got the wonderful opportunity to talk with a YouTube narrator. who is looking to expand his repertoire. And I was able to submit several poems to him, so that he could work on creating an audio post for his YouTube channel! So I will not only get the exposure and promotions, he will also be able to work on something new to put in his portfolio and expand his audience. Win win!
Then that evening I went out to dinner with my family.
Also on Saturday, I do believe it was; I was talking with another YouTube narrator, Mr. CreepyPasta!!
I had mentioned to him about the first Youtube narrator, Jeff Clement, Aural Stimulations, wanting to narrate some of my work, and he actually said that I would be able to submit some work to him if I wanted to have him read it too!!
Which is super cool of him he’s such a great guy, and I’m really glad that I can I guess call him a friend now!
And also, this weekend, I will be traveling to Kentucky!!
To see Mr. CreepyPasta, and meet him in person, and maybe go to his panel during A&G Con!
Can’t wait!
And I’m also starting to pack for my trip to Atlantic City to see Celtic Thunder which is just a few weeks away, as well!! I cannot wait for that!!!
Alright I’ve gotta get ready for work!! I love you pups very much!!
Stay warm and I’ll talk to you later!!!
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International women’s day
I don’t really do this often..but…this is a special occasion. Today is #internationalwomensday and #selfiesunday so i’m gonna do this; so this #selfie is a little different today obviously. I’m not going to add a filter…and also, I’m smiling. My real smile.
Usually in my pictures I’m smirking or just giving a small smile, to show my dimples, as I’d usually put it. However, the reason I actually do this, is because I’ve never really been comfortable with my smile. I’ve never really liked it.
Also, my teeth are quite yellow…obviously. I drink quite an obnoxious amount of coffee, so I’ve stained them fairly permanently. And yes, I’ve tried to whiten them, I’ve gone to the dentist and had them cleaned only to end up here at this point again.
And my hair is quite curly as you can tell also, that’s right. My hair is curly, tangled and unmanageable. And I love it. For years, I hated my hair. I wanted to have straight hair like my sister has, I tried to straighten it everyday to avoid it being this way. But, now I actually spend a good hour in the mornings on the weekends, to do my hair and make it even more curly. I absolutely adore my curls. They make me, me.
Of course, I have lipstick on, I’ve actually grown to enjoy it. But that’s all. I don’t normally wear makeup anymore. I spent quite a lot of years covering my whole face in concealer and painting my whole face one solid color to cover everything up; i.e. pimples, freckles, pores, blackheads, stray hairs, scars, etc. I had gotten used to not showing anyone my bare face however I tried to deny it. I’m sure everyone could tell. I didn’t know how to actually use makeup. Technically, I still have no idea how.
But, the more I think about it, the more I enjoy the way my face looks without makeup on it. I love the bunch of freckles on the bridge of my nose. I don’t mind having visible pores on my cheeks. Everyone has pores. It’s a known fact. I don’t get a lot of pimples or blackheads anymore but when I do, I don’t like to cover them unless I have to. My skin is very sensitive and it will breakout even worse with lots of makeup.
The more I get to know my face, the more I am absolutely in love with it. Nobody else has this face, unless…I somehow become the victim of a creepypasta and someone starts wearing my face as a mask;
ANYWAYS..point is, nobody looks like me, there’s only one me. And I love me.
That said, since it is international women’s day, I feel it’s very imperative that I go into detail here. As a woman, (wow yeah that sounds weird..I’m not a grown up! I’m a child….I’m sure I’m only twelve. No, joking! Joking!) I want to be able to have some positive impact somewhere, which is hard when you don’t know exactly how to do it.
But, I grew up with lots of different, but strong women in my life. I didn’t grow up looking up to women celebrities, however strange that seems. But somehow.. I didn’t. I grew up with a clear understanding that real women didn’t look like celebrities. They look like my mum, my grandmothers, aunts, cousins, neighbors, teachers. I had a mindset as a kid that helped me separate real people from the ones photo shopped in the magazines.
However, now I catch myself sometimes wishing I was thinner, taller, tanner, had whiter teeth or straighter hair.. And that’s something I know I grew into because it’s a learned behavior for women. Growing up, we watch adults, teenagers and even our peers talk down to themselves and we start thinking this is normal behavior.
Young girls, are learning this younger and faster now. Insecurity is bombarding them from all sides and peer pressure is getting worse the more we just ignore these and pass them off as “normal behaviours” for girls and women to all have at one point or another.
All women and girls hate at least one thing about themselves. All of us. There is at least one thing. And that’s a dangerous thing. We all know it is. But it’s internalized, learned and practiced. Almost instinctual.
So, today, instead of saying, I wish I looked like this, or had this, or was this or that…blah blah blah. I’m gonna list 4 things I love about me, that are just something I love about me. And I encourage all women and men, (because we’re all in this together) to do the same. Because it’s important to always love yourself. There is only one you.
1. I love the freckles on the bridge of my nose.
2. I love the birthmark on the back of my leg that looks kind of like a lumpy heart.
3. I love my one pointed ear.
4. I love the scar on the side of my neck.
#lovemyselfie #selfiesunday #selfie #lovemycurls #curlyhairdontcare #curls #lipstick #lipstickselfie #loveyourself #internationalwomensday
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It’s the middle of the day.
Good morning.
Good morning.
With all this suffocating darkness,
I would have thought it midnight;
I would have, if not for the small, faint, chirping of the early day bird songs,
that are seeping through the leaking windowpanes of my bedroom.
In the air, hangs the dormant smell of last night’s whiskey, worn leather, and fresh coffee grounds.
There’s something wicked lurking through my house today, filling in the corners and climbing up the walls.
I can hear it like radio static, scraping the insides of my skull.
Almost like nails down a blackboard, it leaves my brain clutching to the darkness.
I want to crawl back under those blankets and forget what I must do, but responsibility is screaming for me to move.
I still can’t see anything, there is a gray light touching the edges of my peripheral vision now.
I’ve never been good at gray scale, my everything is always so black and white.
Always one or the other but never both, not until last night.
Last night when I tried to fold myself like a napkin in your lap, after years of laying wrinkled.
I remember the night i met you.We danced, delicately. You held me like a wine glass, with slow, practiced hands.
Now, years later, all that is left of us are dirty clothes piled on the floor, shattered glass ware and your almost full ashtray.
You stormed out and haven’t come back once. But I’m still waiting here, under these covers, hoping that chirping I hear, will morph into slow, practiced footsteps coming back to me.
The smell of coffee, old worn out leather and stale whiskey, coats my lungs. Just like a dormant, wicked, shadow, waiting to climb into the corners of me; the ones you, left empty.
Good morning.
No, good night.
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Oh wow! Sorry!!
Hey guys, it is early Monday morning and I haven’t posted anything in awhile! Sorry about that, I’ve just been really busy, and things have been very hectic!!! Business has been picking up at work, and there have been some changes on the factory floor. Most notably, my coworker, that I used to work with on 3rd shift, had a violent psychotic breakdown… mid shift, around…midnight on Tuesday night, and flipped out, and walked off the job. so we’ve been reeling after that, and trying to scramble to move shifts around, and hire someone else to cover that vacant spot.
But I just wanted to write this little update, and say that I’m still alive!!! I’m still here!! I love you guys very much!
My grandma’s birthday was a couple of weeks ago and my aunts birthday was yesterday.. we’re going to go out hopefully next weekend to celebrate both of their birthdays, since we’ve gotten lots of snow the last three weeks and we’ve basically been snowed in!
Also, I have all my travel confirmation details! Everything is booked, and paid for, for both of my upcoming trips! My trip to A&G/cartooncon in about 2 weeks!!
Also my trip to Atlantic city to see Celtic Thunder on Easter weekend! Yay!
I’m quite excited for both of those, because normally I don’t get to do a lot of traveling or take a lot of vacations on my own! But I’ve made a promise to myself to be able to get out, and do things that I don’t normally do; so I’m going to live up to that promise, and get out of my comfort zone, and see where that takes me!
And speaking of Easter, i wanted to say a few things; my family is Greek, on my dad’s side, so we usually celebrate Greek Orthodox Easter. Orthodox Easter is the weekend after Christian Easter this year so we’ll be celebrating that instead because on my mom’s side, it’s just my grandmother, who is in a nursing home, and my aunt; so we’re going to bring both of them to Greek Easter instead of having two.
I come from a very big family; and I’ve always been very lucky, because I’m very close with all of my relatives. We always would have large get togethers, big family dinners, big family parties for holidays or birthdays. We would have family dinners every week, when I was younger. Where most of us, on my mom’s side, would get together at my grandma’s house, and have dinner. So I was always very lucky to have large family gatherings and a lot of people around me.
Now that my family is dwindling and people are moving away, or getting married, having families of their own, or passing away; it’s become a lot more important to me, my sister, and my cousins, to have these family gatherings; because we enjoy having that sense of family, and support around us, and we know that not everyone has that.
We consider ourselves some of the luckiest people in the world to have that, and we will miss it when they no longer are something that our family does.
I’m sorry I don’t have a poem for tonight but I’m just not in a poetry type of mood right now.
Anyways, I hope I didn’t bore y’all too much with this. Love you pups. Stay warm out there!
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Long distance friendships.
Alright! It happens to be 3:30 in the morning! And I’m at work.
Yay!
But, I just wanted to write a little blurb about friends!
Throughout my life, I have had a hard time making and keeping friends, mostly due to my social anxiety.
I’m not too great at small talk, or even talking on the phone, face to face interaction scares the living crap out of me!
So, the friends I made, I didn’t make a whole lot of them. And most of them…I don’t see or talk to any longer. I only have a small handful of friends I see from my hometown nowadays. I live in a small town so, most either moved away or…we just grew apart.
But today most of my friends I met online.
And they are like a network of love, from all across the globe!
I’m so lucky they’re all in my life! Some, I met through our mutual love of a world music group called Celtic Thunder! Others, through One Direction. Most recently, I’ve met amazing people through the CreepyPasta fandom and I’m so lucky to have found some of those people!
I just wanted to write this little blog to say thanks to all my friends who love me and support me and look after me.
I don’t get to see you often, or talk to you everyday; but I know without a doubt, I can count on your support in anything I do. And if I fall, you will catch me.
So this poem, is dedicated to my pack. (Yep. Pack. Like a wolf pack.)
Brittany, Sammie, Liz, Kayla, Kendra, Ash, Lyndzi, Laia, Alexis, Alexa, Allie, Megan, Frankie, Jake, Moses, Jesus, Joe, Keith, David, Boey, Clive, Janos and Vincent.
Most of you are like family to me. You have been so amazing to me this past year and a half. You have no idea how much I appreciate all the love that’s been sent my way. This past year has been rough for my whole family, especially my mum and myself.
And I wouldn’t have gotten through it without you pups!
When I was growing up,
my parents told me to be careful on the internet.
Said, always keep your identity a secret,
Don’t give out any personal information.
Told me, I couldn’t trust people online.
So, I learned to fear online interaction.
But I was never told that people around me shouldn’t be trusted.
I had to learn that the hard way.
And learn, I did.
The first time someone I trusted, aired my secrets to the world like a radio show.
The second time,
a friend whom I confided in during a time of great struggle,
plastered my shortcomings up like bulletin boards.
The third time,
a boy,
curled his hands around my neck like I was a bottle.
He shattered me and painted my body purple and blue,
carving it down to bones.
I’m still picking pieces of him from my throat.
The last one,
he promised me,
he was going to turn my broken pieces into a mosaic.
Instead he decided he liked buying cigarettes more than collecting art.
I found myself alone,
with no one.
I spent more time on my own than I was ever used to.
Slowly, I began spending time on social media; talking to people,
building connections.
These people,
took me in.
Took care of me.
I felt like a puzzle,
slowly being assembled.
Today, I’m sure I’m almost whole.
These people, while not physically here with me,
are there for me more than anyone could ever know.
I don’t know what I would have done without them.
They taught me the value of real friendship; and shown me that just because I can be around someone,
doesn’t mean I should be.
They’ve proven that for every fair weather friend, I can find two true blue ones.
The Warrior And Her Wolfhound Welcomes You. 