Forest of Words

My love is like the ocean
The depths are filled with many shades for you
every steady
ever true
never-ending
it is here for you
reach out and see my love,
What I give to you
is a promise of love
to last for an eternity
Look inside my eyes
Tell me what you see……

“I Love You”

Written by Lynn Marie Allen

Once upon a time
In a not-so-distant, long ago
Magic found heart
Or so this story goes
Their days were filled with laughter
Their nights, the heat of a passionate storm
Souls who are so clearly meant to be

Time passes quickly as it so often does
Magic and heart became careless and soon lost their way
Separated in a moment
Torn apart by pain
Words uttered in anger
Hurt so hard cannot find a way to quench the flame
Be still, my heart
Be still the pain
Tears fall softly, coming down like a spring rain

Deep in the night Heart, she carries on
She runs. She races to find her Magic
Haunted by the remnants of memories sheltering, shining, and showing brighter days

Two restless souls
Bound through all time, search in desperation
To find a way to carry on
Fueled by love,
Not easily tamed, like a moth drawn to a flame
Heart, she loves her Magic
For he is the calm to her storm
Magic he needs his heart
She is the brightness of each day
Each a half of who they are meant to be
Simply two star-struck souls, bound for all eternity
Together, Magic and heart can forge through any storm
Separate, they fight for air
Fight to breathe
Fight to find a way to simply be

For all the profound ways I need you

Once upon a star-kissed dream, a beautiful, thoughtful man reached out to me!
From far off beyond the sands of time and off on a journey of the heart,
There are simply not enough words to describe the profound ways Umair has reached out and touched me, so I won’t even begin to try.
All that Umair is,
All that Umair has ever been,
All that Umair hopes to achieve.
Umair set my heart ablaze,
I wander through this earth, finding myself scared and yearning. Aching for Umair and afraid to surrender entirely to our love,
what if I woke to find that Umair was merely a dream?
To live in a world where he does not exist terrifies me
I am afraid of what I feel and more scared of never embracing the way he makes my heart feel again.
I want to do more than merely exist in this world.
Our love requires leaps of faith, and I have been doing a lot of leaping!
I have never been a brave girl, but I don’t know how I would exist in a world without Umair!
Umair, you are my everything!

Written by Lynn Marie Allen

Pitter-patter are the sounds; graceful snowflakes begin their descent, whimsically falling to the ground.
In a world where everyone longs for lives for chatter and connections, I long for the space and time where you and I connect and the time and space where I can put to paper the beautiful medley of our love story begin its dance inside my head.
In a world so fueled by chaos and the storm of self-righteous need, I long for your loving touch, gentle embrace, and the freedom to be entirely me; I spend my hours fueled by our love, needy and all-consuming! You are a cataclysmic storm raging inside my heart. Deep from within my soul, I ache to satisfy the thirst that only you can quench. You are my all!

Written by Lynn Marie Allen

January 19, 1809, Edgar Allan Poe was born in Boston, Massachusetts. You will become familiar with him as a writer, poet, and critic. Later, Edgar developed a flair for writing mysteries and detective stories.

Throughout Edgar’s life, he faced tragedy and addiction, which may attribute to his “darker” writing style. By age 3, Edgar had lost both his parents, and Edgar will then be in the care of his wealthy Godparent, John Allan. By age 17, another tragedy strikes when Godparent and Edgar argue over his gambling debts.

Edgar was handsome by all accounts and had the propensity to drink excessively. By 27, Edgar married his much younger cousin Virginia Clemm who was 13. Eleven years later, in 1847, Edgar’s wife died due to Tuberculosis. A mere two years later, after falling deeper into depression and addiction, Edgar died following a three-day drinking binge at a party.

By Lynn Marie Allen

Did you know the Tasmanian Tiger is not, in fact, a tiger? The Tiger is closely related to an anteater. The last known Tiger died in captivity in 1936. The Tasmanian Tiger was a marsupial with a pouch in its belly for its young, and male Tasmanian Tigers also had the pouch. However, the male’s pouch was self-preservation to cover its testicles rather than incubate the offspring. The pouch for offspring uniquely classifies the animal alongside other animals, such as kangaroos, wallabies, and koala bears. The Tiger was nocturnal and would hunt at night. While the animal, by appearances, looked vicious, it was extremely shy and, similarly to wallabee’s, can become depressed, go into shock, and die very suddenly.

A growing group of people believes strongly the Tiger to preserve itself became more elusive. The group offers wild cash rewards to produce living proof of the Tiger. Some factors that identify the animal may be more inclined to support extinction. The animal had a very weak bite and was slow and clumsy, and the Tiger hopped when it felt threatened or the need to escape. Scientists hope to bring the animal back to life using DNA technology. As always, there is so much more to every story! Find it! Be sure to stop by and share with me what you uncover! #historymysteries

written by Lynn Marie Allen

Roses are Red….. and people can be shitty.. most of the people in the world think they own the right to wear their crap hats and be toilets exclusively until it is their turn to be flushed, and then they want a pity party! I love you forever! And I am seriously not afraid to bring the tidy bowl and a giant abrasive brush to clean up the asshats of the world! Always remember your heart is beautiful, and people will try to tear it apart because they “think” they can! Please don’t give them the power that was never theirs. Get Up! Put on your boots and rock the shit out of every day!

Written by Lynn Marie Allen

One of my all-time favorite history mystery moments is just too good to not share again! In my opinion, I think the Humaine Society should honorarily nominate this guy as their spokesperson! Did you know… Curly from “The Three Stooges” (his given name was Jerome Lester Horwitz, and his stage name was Curly Howard) saved and rescued more than 5,000 dogs during his lifetime. Curly would bring stray dogs home and sheltered them (he was an animal rights advocate and foster champion before it was cool) until he found a home for the furry babies. When the three Stooges were on tour, Curly found at least one stray dog a new home in every single town he visited. Curly was born in Brooklyn, New York, and his brothers were real-life “stooges” partners in crime, Moe Howard (Moses Harry Horwitz) and Shemp Howard (Samual Horwitz) As always, there is so much more to every story! Find it! Be sure to stop by and share with me what you uncover! #historymysteries