Spun Like Cotton Candy

You just turned around and walked away,
And my mind spun like cotton candy,
Hearing the words of yesterday,
My heart broke just a little bit more,
And it became a
A lot more torn.
The tears that arose, from these blue eyes,
Have long since tired of everyone’s lies.
Of all insincere gestures and long goodbyes.
Once patient, this heart is weary of worn out words…
Please, tell me really…
Why did you leave?
I needed you.

Make it To Me – Sam Smith

 My mind runs away to you
With the thought I hope you’ll see
Can’t see where it’s wandered to
But I know where it wants to be
I’m waiting patiently though time is moving slow
I have one vacancy and I wanted you to know that
You’re the one designed for me
A distant stranger that I will complete
I know you’re out there we’re meant to be
So keep your head up and make it to me
And make it to me
So sick of this lonely air
It seems such a waste of breath
So much that I need to say
So much to get off my chest
I’m waiting patiently though time is moving slow
I have one vacancy and I wanted you to know that…
You’re the one designed for me
A distant stranger that I will complete
I know you’re out there we’re meant to be
So keep your head up and make it to me
Make it to me…
Make it to me…
I love you M…

Illusion

In a fog, a disillusion
Long ago I thought
You were a solution
Now I just fight to relieve the pain of an illusion…
At first it was just a thrill
Devil May Care…
If you will.
But memories flood in
As they always will.
And that’s where you always get me
(Decades)
Those steely blue eyes…
Strong, sinewy arms that warm me at night.
No one else will really do.

A Violet Fancy now available on Kindle Unlimited

I am very pleased to announce that my short story collection, A Violet Fancy, is now available on Kindle Unlimited.

Over a decade, Violet Yates has written and compiled numerous short stories and a novella. Her fiction stories deal with life issues such as relationships, medieval women, modern women, hardship, love, marriage, abuse, infidelity, betrayal, sex, childhood memories and lessons to teens based on experiences. These stories contain life and vibrancy, and it is Violet’s hope that you will not only enjoy them, but gain something from them.

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… I could stand some more friendly faces. Tired of this drought. Sick of being put through the paces. Of asking for love and it all coming to nought… of no give and only take, feeling no love and only hate. Jealousy is no indication of affection, only disrespect. So I say this with no ill intention, you hold in me no sort of regard.

How Many Times?

How many times
Will my soul need healing?
How many times
Do I get to kneeling?
Hear you’ve long ago lost all feeling?
And there’s no chance left
For me
Because of someone
Who left you
Long ago destitute…
Sad and blue…

Well that’s just not fair.
Your disregard shows.
So I sink into despair
We use a fool’s tools
Who follows fool’s rules
And level the playing field
As we yield to the other’s idiocy

But I still recall,
The days we met
How can I forget?
Braces, acne… fresh, sunny smiles
You and all your cunning wiles…
Then I did love you.
Although I did not know it yet…
Then I did fall.

Someone Who is Real

Sometime ago
You told me you would come to find me
You didn’t
But I never forgot thee
You always lived in my memory.

We both met other people
Fell in love
Got married
But those loves,
They fell apart
You were always deep
In my simple heart.

I had an opportunity
To come home for once
I saw you
& fell once more
Yet I was afraid
Because of all that was being said.

You said once, “don’t marry that man.”
I said,  “he gives me something you never can.”
I never once forgot you, however.
And for the future could not, no matter how I endeavored.

Despite the past
And pondering whether we would even last
I sought you.
And darned if it wasn’t a two-way street
We touched each other’s souls
Whenever we would meet
Never any deceit.

Now I see
How much I truly meant
And how far back affection really goes
I didn’t realize…
That our hearts had crashed long ago…
There’s significance in you.
You are the one I need

Oh M, you are to me,
What he should have been
But things happen the way they do.
And sometimes you have a soulmate or two…
Before you find someone who is Real.
I love you.

The Things We Keep Hidden

A man sits alone
Lacking forgiveness
From a God he considers cold
Because of self-defense
He cries out for a soul that he thinks has died.

She stands idle and wonders why
All these years have gone by
Many without a sign
Of what she should be
Doing with her life
Inside she is sinking
Tired of never-ending thinking
All because he wouldn’t give her the time

She shone bright,  child of light
Til someone evil
Did harm
Then she couldn’t stop
Putting a needle in her arm
Reality too much to stand
She wrested her hand from mine
And said, “bon voyage.”

Someone is struggling
Demons, they’re all around.

That bottle you consumed last night
That ugly fight
The one you grabbed and used to hit your wife?
Doesn’t matter if you meant it
What are you doing with your life?

What is worse?
Anger,  hatred or despair?  Incomprehensible demoralization…
Self-Fear.

Blackout night
Morning bright.
Bleak haze.
Her world spinning fast.
Everything done, said,  hellish lag…
Filled in gaps.
“Someone shoot me.  I can’t go on,” she calls out with dismay.

So she found another way.

Alone again
Years gone by
Wrestled. Battle-worn but not defeated. 
This heart does not die out.
Strong. Yes.
Cautious.

Love is not here.

Why insist on making small talk?

It is so pained,

A soliloquy less strained.

Why can’t we all just be real?

Trust or lack thereof.

Sad the way our world has become.

No sooner do we learn to love,

Our hearts are often torn asunder.

It is no wonder,

We resort to pillage and plunder.

Our dying world beseeches us to proceed with care yet many still carry on without one.

The tree that stood with such pride now wears a crooked smile,

Its barren branches stirring little in a cold starless night,

The moon winking out of existence,

Broken beyond repair.

How will the rest of us fare?

When three little words, “I, Love, You,” are so hard to say,

Break me, make me, forsake me,

Take me.

Never.

Love is not here.