Demi-Goddess

Mermaids
Angels
Nymphs
Goddesses
We all
Care too much
For humans
Who do not
Consider
Our feelings
Leaving
Cracks
And
Broken
Glass
Chipping
Away
At our
Inhuman
Massive
Glowing
Hearts
Filled
With
So much
Love
And purity
It could
Drive a madman
Away
Her beauty
May not seem
Real
But I assure you
It’s quite hard
To figure out
If it is
Her beating heart
You desire
To steal
I beg you
Please
Do not
Shout
Then you
Shall know
What
She
Is all
About

The Fading Of The Queen Nymph

“She is
Fading”
Spoke
The nanny
Putting her hand
Gently
On the nymphs
Pale forehead
“How much time
Have we got left
Before her heart
Gives out
Leaving the beating
Of her life
Behind?”
Asked the man
With the carpet bag
And spectacles
A scientist
With nothing
But a dime in pocket
And a greedy flame
Of greed
In his heart
He couldn’t wait
To expose
What’s left
Of the nymph
“Does she have
Family? I assume”
“No sir, everyone’s left her
I’m all she’s got, besides
The man who was
Meant to be her groom”
“This beauty was a bride then?”
“Yes, indeed.. Who knows
When he will find out
That it’s her that he needs”
“He left her to die?”
“I don’t know he’s usually
A very nice
Guy”
“Then what happened here?
How can she be so alone?
Doesn’t she have a home?”
Suddenly the doctor
Became greatly
Concerned
Money mattered
No longer
The queen
Of water
The princess
Of light
Was dying
With no love
To her
Name
In this fight

Lucky

I long to jump

soaring in the 

sky 

far away

from the 

naked 

eye

I belong 

there 

or 

down 

below 

in the water

a humans 

life is tragic 

but a nymphs life 

is very much 

like magic 

if you believe 

and hope enough

she will 

be lucky 

enough 

to fall 

in love 

 

Part of The Sea

“Why must I always find myself in such lonesome places?” I asked myself properly, exploring the deep lake made of clear crystal water with precious Lillie pads a top every which way. 

My pale petite naked body floating ever so gently in the waves I made myself. 

“Because you are not one of them” replied the water. 

I turned my body and found myself looking downwards, to the bottom of the lake. Below me, I could see woman, beautiful woman with long hair of all different types of colors. Gold, bronze, black and a mahogany tinted red like my own. The woman wore nothing but dresses of white, robes almost but you could still see their pale bodies and the pinkness of their nipples.

 

“You are a nymph my dear sister, you are the youngest of us all” spoke the tallest one with bronze hair.

Each of them seemed to wear a crown of flowers, each a different type of flower all by their age.

“How do you know this?” I asked them, putting my finger tips in the water, as I did so a type of melody played..

“You were lost to us sister, as an infant your powers were much to advanced, the princess could not keep you” replied the  the one with hair very much like mine, she had a cheery disposition on her face. 

“The princess?” I asked, almost inhaling too much water. 

“I am.. the princess” replied the golden haired one, her skin was much paler then the rest, her eyes were just like…mine. 

It was then that I found myself deep in the depths of the water,

And I became who I was meant to be. 

Part of the lake and part of the sea. 

Raven & Nymph, a Story We Both Know

Do you remember the poems? 

the ones you would speak?

written on paper 

t’was far too bleak 

they sit in my mind now 

always to remain

I hope the memory 

of me brings you no shame

Do you remember your sweet words? 

how they haunt me so 

what happened to the man I love?

tell me where did he go? 

he was an artist 

very much like me 

filled with kindness 

and tranquility 

I was his siren 

for many months 

of no end 

is it always you calling? 

or could it be a friend? 

I’ve looked back on your poems 

March made you fear me 

for it was December 

when you were much more near me 

I can’t bare to part from you 

no I can’t let you go 

I very much miss you 

but you probably don’t miss me at all 

you’ve left a hand print 

you see 

right in the middle of my heart 

why did you let me go? 

when all I wanted was to never be apart 

I regret what I said 

but believe me I didn’t know 

I thought you hated me after that night 

without snow 

I loved you more then anyone 

it should be clear to you now 

if you still want me 

maybe somehow 

take me in your arms 

before it’s too late 

someone else could take me 

you might not appreciate

I know I often talk as if your naive

but it’s just me asking for answers

from what I can’t see

to have you love me

that would be quite a breeze

I’m not asking for you back

I’m just saying

come closer to me

if you please

if you refuse to be my lover

then become a best friend of sorts

I’ll never let you down

or make you hurt

and I’ll try not to make you mad 

we can’t 

ever throw stones 

at a shining star 

for the BOOM 

will sound 

crashing your car 

you said before 

we are connected by an 

invisible link 

growing together 

like two birds of a feather 

I write this for you 

and no one else 

Please I beg you 

Do not leave me on the shelf 

I know at times I anger you 

when my voice trails off in echos 

but you are the only true love I’ve ever know 

though you will not let me speak of it 

For it annoys you so 

I’d bury myself a dozen times 

to keep that pain inside you away 

had I never met you 

I may have died anyway 

you may have hurt me 

like any man before 

but leaving me shouldn’t have been part of your plan

you knew I would stay 

so why did you go? 

then choose to come back 

once the truth was spoken so?

I am no country girl 

and if you want her fine by me 

but if you’d just hold me 

before you love her 

I’m not even sure 

if I am our dead child’s mother 

or if it was my body acting strange 

but I believe it was meant to be a child 

in some kind of way 

it broke us apart 

not you or me 

I try so hard to get you to open up

to me 

I miss your face 

and your voice and your touch 

I still want you to love me 

is it really that much? 

It seems to me 

that since our hearts became 

un-twinned 

the black cat has been after us 

bringing bad time 

and people of chaos 

do you see it like I do? 

will I ever get an answer from you?

 

 

 

 

 

The Little Nymph

Mermaids 

Nymphs 

we don’t just live 

in the ocean, lake or sea 

we live among humans 

like she and he 

you must be 

as curious as can be 

when you hear us sing 

love will show itself 

in your heart 

if you accept that 

we can’t be apart 

Us 

princesses of the sea 

will do plenty 

to be 

with you 

this is true 

we will cut our hair 

remove our fins 

and other things that make us less human

we walk like goddesses

and enjoy the rain

we often feel

since our power

is so rare

and not “normal”

that we are going insane

our love for water is nothing to be compared

we take long showers

and swim like a lady fair

our eyes change color

our lips we do share

but only to those who

have a soul

not made

of brass or bronze

but kindness and love

things we

often do

when we fall from above

expecting to heal others

leaving us with their pain

simple memory’s inside our head

remain

having us struggle

feeling insane

when all

we have ever wanted

was kisses everywhere instead

a nymphs love is very rare

to see indeed

her heart doesn’t choose just anyone

though she will always

bleed or cry 

a heart made of glass 

can sometimes be hard to pick back up 

glue won’t fix it 

neither will

any kind of string or tape 

but a word of kindness 

holding her will do 

a ring around her finger 

kisses on her neck 

or anywhere 

if I might add 

we will never be like other girls 

our strength is stronger 

and our hearts can fail us 

before our minds ever could 

we need more protection 

from negativity 

and things that will make us cry 

give us your hand 

and we will teach you how to fly 

we never lie 

the closer you keep us to your heart 

the more trust we will feel

towards you 

Don’t forget 

to let us love you 

in some way 

we must 

be above you 

but not much

equality is where we stand 

we just gotta hold your hand 

us nymph’s 

like that 

 

 

 

 

The Universal Tear

“Your eyes have worlds in them” 

he told her tenderly 

“Mine? but sir look at yours and how they shine so deeply” 

she replied 

fingers entwined 

for nymphs cannot fly 

not when the wind 

kicks up 

so high

“I heard your voice”

she said 

“in the corner of my mind” 

“I’ve been there the whole time” 

he answered words not failing 

as he sat by her side 

and whispered 

“Maybe, I need you” in her ear 

which created a small tear 

hardly made of silver and gold 

but of the tear from her eye

made him want to

hold her 

closer 

and he did 

 

Why Is A Raven like A Writing Desk?

I don’t know what it is, why I ask why?

so many times, honestly I cannot recall a time I didn’t ask why. 

Why this? why that? why it? why what? why me? why him? why her? why now? why then?

I could go on and on and on and on, over and over again.

And I do. I just can’t stop it. Its just constantly inside my head. Never to leave. 

Now I’m actually going on Vacation all next week and I’m unsure if I will be able to blog or not but I’ll be by the greatest thing on this planet, the ocean. 

As a little girl I used to think Unicorns lived there because of that movie The Last Unicorn such a glorious film, I used to wish I came from the sea, like a mermaid or a nymph. I felt I wasn’t human, no human could possibly love the ocean/sea as much as me.  

It is located in my very soul, I know how different I am from everyone else. No human could ever love that water like I do, since there is only one me in this world, I still feel as if I was born from the earth, a real daughter of mother nature, sent here to make a difference in the lives of mere humans. 

In another life I could have been a mermaid, a nymph maybe, living in the world of elves and unicorns, wizards where men shall be. That is the only thing where I don’t ask “why?” about it, since I know its what I believe in, call me crazy, a loon, I don’t care, I can’t just be made out of clay. 

Real humans are made out of clay and given bones and hearts. I believe I was made with two hearts because my love is more, I give more then I should and I use my very heart and soul, from my head to my toes. 

I could have been a nymph as well; fun fact actually- 

“A nymph in Greek mythology is a female minor nature deity typically associated with a particular location or landform. Different from gods, nymphs are generally regarded as divine spirits who animate nature, and are usually depicted as beautiful, young nubile maidens who love to dance and sing; their amorous freedom sets them apart from the restricted and chaste wives and daughters of the Greek polis. They are believed to dwell in mountains and groves, by springs and rivers, and also in trees and in valleys and cool grottoes. Although they would never die of old age nor illness, and could give birth to fully immortal children if mated to a god” Says Wikipedia. 

And usually in art, nymphs are pretty much nude. 

If I could walk around the house in nothing but my underwear, I would. I’m just that comfortable with my naked body, I adore it ya know? I can’t tell you how long I’ve longed to just jump into a lake or any body of water with absolutely nothing on my skin. I crave it. 

That must be why I enjoy the shower so much. 

I feel as if I’ve given far to much of myself away to you glorious people, who probably I’ve never met before but clearly my writing, thoughts inside this blog are being supported. Thank you. Honestly Thank you. 

I will not question WHY? since I do that far too much, I’ll just be thankful for what I’ve got and be glad that you all are here, reading what I’m capable of just taking a risk to get to know me. Thanks. 

Here is a poem-

I am a nymph, as naked as can be 

I keep my head above water to see what can be seen

I’ll sing a song to you in the pale moonlight 

my eyes gleaming deep within the night

I’ll ask you to come see, what lies beneath the sea 

you’ll fall madly in love with me. 

As my dark hair descends, covering my breasts 

you fall under my spell

sinking beneath the waves 

taking one last breath

no one will ever guess

Water Nymph by Len Wyatt