Writing 101: One Word Inspiration

Regret.

When I saw the word regret I instantly thought of you. But I wondered to myself could I ever regret you?

Could I ever regret meeting you?
Or knowing you?
Or loving you?
I don’t think I could.

Though you never knew it, you taught me that it’s the ones you never see coming that hit you the hardest.
It’s the ones who are the most unlikely who love you the most.
And that loving someone is never wrong.

My Love Could Not

All I wanted to do was love him
For his sake and my own
I watched him wither
How helpless I felt
I was without the power
He did not want it himself
He was content in his discontent
Like the pig in the mud
His wounds were beyond me
I had not the healing touch
Only God could cure him
My love could not

30 Days of Music: Day 6 Flyleaf-Cage on the Ground

“I’m leaving my cage on the ground.”

Welcome to the show of my life.

Where I am a monkey on display.

I’ll do what you want as I dream of the knife.

Feeling my dreams wither away.

This is my life, a soul in a cage.

A parrot being told what to say.

I’ll put on my mask and dance on the stage.

You speak and so I obey.

I am a flower wilting in a cave.

Desperate for the light of the sun.

I’ll get out of here, I’ve got to be brave.

Before I’m completely undone.

30 Days of Music: Day 2 Daughter- Home

Now he’s moving close,
My heart in my throat.
I won’t say a word,
But I think he knows…
That I’ve hardly slept,
Since the night he left.
-Daughter


I thought I’d closed the door, but you were wanting more.
Brown eyes bare into mine, I can’t resist their shine.
I want to hold you near, but in my heart I fear.
Is this is just one night, a taste and not a bite.

Because my heart’s a mess, my soul is in distress.
I’ll spend my nights alone, and you won’t call my phone.
Why don’t you leave me be, leave me to find my peace.
I only have one hope, that you will let me go.

(c) Winns 2015

I Found You

I found you in the woods at the edge of the lake, staring into the distance, your mind faraway. Always the gallant soldier you took the worries of others on your shoulders. Your hands, scarred by the violence of war, were rubbing together furiously. It was almost as if there were some invisible substance on them you wanted to get off. I stood there for several minutes wondering what I should do or say. It always seems my words of comfort did nothing to help you. All I wanted was to help you carry the weight.

A snapping twig under my feet shook you from your trance. In my eyes I begged you to tell me your worries. But your hard eyes stayed steady-looking at me, you were not going to confide in me. Instead you smiled as to tell me not to worry and that you had everything under control. You waved me over to sit beside you and as I walked towards my heart was breaking. A little for the rejection of your confidence, but mostly for you. How much can a man bear before he breaks?

(c) T. Winns 2015

Photo: Original, taken by myself.

Fix Me

I have done it again.

I have loved the wrong one.

One whose heart and mind are not in sync.

One whose thrashing against the waves instead of flowing with them.

One whose eyes are not towards heaven.

Why am I drawn to the one room hearts instead of the ones where love can grow? 

Surely it will be the death of me.

How many times can a heart be reconstructed?

How many times can it close for repairs?

Fix me dear God because I’ve grown tired of this foolish heart of mine.

(c) 2015 Tawni W.

Creator

As I sit here gazing at your designs I contemplate your goodness.

You have taken the pebble that I was and turned it into a diamond.

Each day you polish me more and more so that I can reflect your light.

To think there was a time when I didn’t have you!

Who else can steady me in the gusting winds?

Or lead me out of a dense forest?

There is no one but you in all your glory.

The greatest artist of them all.

A Walking Paradox

It was like she moved within two planes of existence.  She was constantly flipping between both planes, not knowing which one to live in. Loving her was like loving two women at the same time. Each day I came home to her I did not know which woman would be there. She was wild but well-mannered, selfish but selfless, confident but insecure, kind but cold, fragile but firm. 

Dorina Costras

Still, what I loved most was when she was all of those things at the same time. When she melded the two sides of herself together, it was there she became gold. Not second guessing herself but embracing every paradox within her, it was there she shined like the sun. That’s how she was when I fell in love with her. 

Piano Man

The Piano man sat down to his second home, & laid his fingers on the ivory slabs. He took a deep breath and his fingers started their magic. With closed eyes, he leaned his head back, and rocked violently as if the music was surging through him; affecting every cell in his body. Every note drew me in closer, calling me by name. It was almost as if the crowd around me had disappeared and it was only him and I in the room. In a trance I was in awe of the way he threw his soul into each key.

As the music winded down, silence draped the room. What a contrast to the sounds just a moment before! Dazed, I was thrusted back into reality.  I watched as the Piano man took his simple bow and walked off the stage seemingly unaffected. I began to wonder if the experience had all been a figment of my imagination. Had he not just hypnotized me? Had he not just cast a spell on us all?