#finding boundaries

Soft touch still crawling upon my glass tinted skin,

As your soul wonders deep of mine within,

Looking for a place to stay over again tonight,

And maybe nest its sacred love

Inside the palace of my shattered heart.

Calling me up in the middle of the night,

Like a hurt mourning dove,

Searching for its dear in the dim light...

Hostile, bright and blue,

As deep as cold ocean avenues,

Sitting across the table of fears.

Unarmed,

Much harmed,

Shedding golden tears.

Blissful smile,

and begging words.

Off for a while,

Left untouched cordes.

Walking a mile,

With bleeding swords,

Came to no awards,

But this field of mines,

Instead being in my red shoes,

Listening to my warm little blues.

I wish I heard you singing

Along with my songs of blues.

In my head, the bells were ringing.

You were my soft muse,

My masterpiece, my greatest king.

My emotional abuse.

My sea siren

That got away.

Each time I came near

You led me far astray.

Pulling me in,

Wanting to obey.

Hurtful upbringing,

Left us confused,

Raising,

Chasing

others while bruised.

No longer I am willing

To come across as used.

I'm leaving

Everything behind,

Deep in the waters

Of my Ocean Blues.

- M. S.

Print and Play: Finding Your Boundaries

With the launch of My Patreon (which I launched this month you should check out my Patreon), one of the questions I have had to struggle with as opposed to my compatriots on the service is what service I offer that’s entirely digital. I make videos and blog posts – which I love doing – but games, card games and board games – they’re pretty tricky to shift digitally. But there is a dark art for…