Quoted Quilts
By MR aka Naila Moon
All rights reserved 2014
Quietly I quilted quotes on a Spring day.
Stitching gently without a quirk.
Quintuplet quotes spread across the quilt.
My hands did not quiver,
But ran smoothly in a quick pace.
No one quibbled about my quotes upon my quilt,
And I am sure you will not either.
For you are quite content
To watch my quest,
To finish my quality of quoted quilts.
For I am the queen of them.
This site is dedicated to my writing of stories and poetry. I hope that you will stay, browse, dream and get lost in my writings. Enjoy.
Sunday, December 7, 2014
Thursday, August 28, 2014
Gone by MR aka Naila Moon...a poem
Gone
by M.R. aka Naila Moon of the Grey Wolf
I have a hurt so entrenched
That my soul cries.
Wounded
Does not begin to describe
My pain.
I had hoped
For a better outcome
But,
Suffering seems to be
My life.
Why cannot I have love
And
Be loved?
Why do thing always seem
One sided?
Why do I have to feel
Rejected again?
Why!
I have been subjected to
Being stabbed in the heart.
Over
And
Over
And
Over.
I feel like
Nothing.
My happiness
Gone.
by M.R. aka Naila Moon of the Grey Wolf
I have a hurt so entrenched
That my soul cries.
Wounded
Does not begin to describe
My pain.
I had hoped
For a better outcome
But,
Suffering seems to be
My life.
Why cannot I have love
And
Be loved?
Why do thing always seem
One sided?
Why do I have to feel
Rejected again?
Why!
I have been subjected to
Being stabbed in the heart.
Over
And
Over
And
Over.
I feel like
Nothing.
My happiness
Gone.
Friday, February 14, 2014
The Song of Love...a poem
The Song of Love
By MR aka Naila Moon
All Rights Reserved Feb. 14, 2014
My heart beats like a song played over and over.
You are my lover, my chosen one.
You manage to pluck the strings just right,
So my soul soars like that of an eagle.
A song raises within me
Hopeful to be with you.
Oh, how it sings!
The notes rise higher and higher
As your love for me grows in syncopated breaths.
Ah, how lovely that is.
Sweet purity in voice,
And total beauty.
Oh, how I love you.
.
By MR aka Naila Moon
All Rights Reserved Feb. 14, 2014
My heart beats like a song played over and over.
You are my lover, my chosen one.
You manage to pluck the strings just right,
So my soul soars like that of an eagle.
A song raises within me
Hopeful to be with you.
Oh, how it sings!
The notes rise higher and higher
As your love for me grows in syncopated breaths.
Ah, how lovely that is.
Sweet purity in voice,
And total beauty.
Oh, how I love you.
.
Tuesday, January 7, 2014
Writer's Block...a poem
Writer's Block
By MR aka Naila Moon
All rights reserved January, 7, 2014
Looking down at the blank sheet
I saw
Nothing!
How could this be?
I know the letters can form
Words.
I know that the words
Can form
Sentences.
Yet, here I am.
Staring.
Wondering.
Hoping.
Screaming!
Praying,
My way through this.
Why me?
Why now?
I must break through.
I must have ink to the paper.
I must form the words.
I must...
Oh, failure!
By MR aka Naila Moon
All rights reserved January, 7, 2014
Looking down at the blank sheet
I saw
Nothing!
How could this be?
I know the letters can form
Words.
I know that the words
Can form
Sentences.
Yet, here I am.
Staring.
Wondering.
Hoping.
Screaming!
Praying,
My way through this.
Why me?
Why now?
I must break through.
I must have ink to the paper.
I must form the words.
I must...
Oh, failure!
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