Stream of Consciousness Saturday late on Sunday. Arm

This week’s prompt from LindaGHill for SoCs is : Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “arm.” Use it as a word or find a word with “arm” in it. Have fun!

So here we go….. Sorry it’s late. I have done a short Acrostic Poem .

Armed to the teeth

Ransom paid, packing an  Armalight.

Mercinary creeps in job done sleek! 

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Song Lyric Sunday. Apologies.

This is part of Song Lyric Sunday devised by Helen Vahdati. This week her choice in conjunction with Simply Marquessa. 

The theme is Apologies.

The song I have picked is by Evanescence

 

Lyrics below from AtoZ Lyrics.

“Forgive Me”

Can you forgive me again?
I don’t know what I said
But I didn’t mean to hurt you

I heard the words come out
I felt that I would die
It hurt so much to hurt you

Then you look at me
You’re not shouting anymore
You’re silently broken

I’d give anything now
to kill those words for you

Each time I say something I regret I cry “I don’t want to lose you.”
But somehow I know that you will never leave me, yeah.

‘Cause you were made for me
Somehow I’ll make you see
How happy you make me

I can’t live this life
Without you by my side
I need you to survive

So stay with me
You look in my eyes and I’m screaming inside that I’m sorry.

And you forgive me again
You’re my one true friend
And I never meant to hurt you

A Month With Yeats: Day 12.

Today’s quote from Yeats brought to us from Jane Dougherty of Jane Dougherty Writes, as part of her alternative to NanoWritMo . A Month With Yeats.

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“He made the world to be a grassy road.

Before her wondering feet” W.B Yeats.

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Of the night stars was she

Wondering which ever path she chose.

Of earth and preditory man was he

He wanted her routes to close.
Casting a net he caught her 

Down from the skies he brought her.

Into the harsh world, her path to weave

Forrests and rivers he gave her.
He offered all and begged her not to leave.

So green paths she walked to nowhere.

Her mind and dreams still of the sky

Dreaming of the day when again she could fly.