Author: Mary
I write as both Mary Bray and under the pseudonym of Samantha Beardon.
Aura
The aura surrounding you, mellifluous sound and light Colours blending and changing, music in my mind Your aura enchants me, pure cosmic delight There is beauty, surrounding us keeping love inclined Words alone cannot tell, meaning, so sublime
Diverting my love
I got carried away by our interaction, Thought it was a source of mutual attraction, I got carried away by your seeming caring, Those whispered words and the texts endearing, I imagined ,we shared something special at times, I am sure we did, fleetingly, or maybe I am blind, I knew you had others, Then… Continue reading Diverting my love
Live tomorrow with pride
Hold the joy of the moment Keep it safe within Whatever happens tomorrow Don’t let the demons in When things pan out in abundance Remember, that moment of bliss It’s yours to keep, to treasure, to learn Like when, you stepped off the cliff If your dreams don’t pan out and things go askew Regroup,… Continue reading Live tomorrow with pride
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The enforcer
My wrath can be great, I am the enforcer My compassion can be great, I am the assuager I am here to defend all that is good I am here to punish the bad, am I understood? I have been created to subdue the outdated beliefs To quell the need for conflicts, to lead to… Continue reading The enforcer
Flash fiction. Transformation
It is time. Time for my next transformation. I am prepared, well as much as I can be. I sit in the coolness of the temple my metal casing cooled by the shaded darkness. The creeping insidious flashes of pain in my head are growing stronger. My mind is pierced by a raging heat, I… Continue reading Flash fiction. Transformation
Eyes full of darkness
Would I look at you ,the same ,” regardless”, if your eyes were filled with pain No I would probably look closer, more information to obtainI might want to try to support you in your struggle to surviveTo try to hold a mirror to the you, behind the pain in your lifeI would maybe want… Continue reading Eyes full of darkness
Converging Lives. Sounds, Silence and Imagery 