Dannielle Nelson
Bio
I have no taboo subjects. Buckle up & prepare for the journey! From Steampunk, reality, mental health, poetry, & eclectic philosophy. Enjoy.
I have 2 Websites where other works can be read.
Stories (42/0)
Shangri-La
Introduction: This story was written for my life partner. We were new at the time, a love blossoming so strongly, a bond developing so quickly, that poetry and prose flowed from both of us like fluid. We wrote back and forth to one another for months. This is one of those stories...
By Dannielle Nelson3 years ago in Humans
Whispers of You
My love, who are you in the darkness? Why don't I recognize you when light shines upon your face? Where are you in the stillness, in the quiet calm of my thoughts when I am sitting alone in my mind? How do I know your every curve in your absence? My knight, my gracious lover O’ how I seek you. Are you on quests of grand delusion, slaying imaginary dragons with paper swords? Are you divested into a life that seeks to rob you of your life spark? I seek you noble knight! I seek you out and rescue you from your life of chivalrous disaster. I am here for you in the wind, in the ripples on the water at moon high. I lie in your bed as the soft caress of night fills your room. I am the whisper of hope that beckons you to great deeds , not the grandness of this fruitless quest you are on, but of the unlimited potential I shall unlock in you upon our meeting. It is the calling to your highest self that I seek in you. For in discovering the gems in your heart, I too am giving to you, the treasure of my kindness, my graciousness, my affection and chivalry. I shall rescue you from the pit of hell and meet you in the heights of a cloudless dawn.
By Dannielle Nelson3 years ago in Humans
Life Dance
Grief is something that people talk about as though you can just “let it go”, “move on” and re-establish some sense of normal… but the reality is this; you live with it every single day as though a piece of yourself had been removed. So you apply balm to fill the gap until it heals.
By Dannielle Nelson3 years ago in Humans
My Mother Taught Me...
Honoring our mothers. In the hard times and the blessings, the lessons and the laughter. As an adult I learned about “tricky families” and what that means. Abuse isn’t always obvious. It isn’t something that you think about when you look back at your childhood and play the movies back in your mind on the memory film, and remember how very good it was.
By Dannielle Nelson3 years ago in Families