Caroline Tiss Writes

 Reverie by Caroline Tiss I used to look into your eyes And they would call my name Now I'm left lonely Singing in the rain A lonesome tune A melody Wandering on, in pain I used to wish you would come back to me Sail the sea of Saturn's rings Just to see my face But I won't call into the dark any longer I won't ring the chapel bell Just to see your grace I am at peace with your choice I have my happiness Though some days I am reminded of when you used to keep me warm by candlelight On an autumn day But I don't need you anymore Though I love you still I now sing beneath the Willow trees And I think I always will.

 Dirt by Caroline Tiss One day I will become the dirt Melting into the earth And these days of running through the night Looking into each others eyes Kissing her beneath a gem studded sky Will be gone from me And lost in the ever changing wheel of time Laughing over fireflies in the summer heat Weeping in the hospital And smoking cigarettes in the fresh fallen snow No one will ever know.

 July - Journal Entry By Caroline Tiss 7/28/2022 7/28/2022  If only we all knew how lucky we are to be alive, I have felt like I've only let the lips of death brush against mine not long ago. But if I have learned anything through all of my night terrors as a child, I know that you must know who you are. If you do not know you must find out. And you must know your reasons and evaluate who you are. Feel all your strength in your gut and simply believe. You do not have to fight anyone, for god sake. It is the only adivce I can really give. I feel so foolish quite honestly evern giving advice, because I feel like the pursuit of power is where the most mistakes are made. Power needs integrity. I so often feel caught between the grip of my tears that I might choke, But then I am restless. If anyone tries to tell me what that means I just might breakdown. Tenderness, is so rare today. - Entry written by Caroline Tiss  7/28/2022  ___________________________________________________________

The Sun - Caroline Tiss   A child, a lover, a girl. Seventeen yet so surreal. I want to rise with this day dawning. The morning arises with the cracking whip of dawn, like lightning, like the fading of summer into an autumn chill, announcing the presence of her magnificence, Look upon the sun, Ask him what's his name? How long has it been since he has faced the terror of his past. Woman at his side, walking on glass. Years pass, she's torn between her lover and all she wants and more. Can we simply stop? Let us find what makes us satisfied. We are only as balanced as we become, and even then anything can change. So Swiftly, you would hear everything Cry and Bleed. So please, Look at yourself and all of the mess that we've become. You are not lost. But all is at stake. So love it or leave it, Drink it or beat it, Hate me or call me a Heathen. I do not give a damn. But look at what you have created. Please don't deny it. Just observe, think please. Don't listen to any

  Caroline Tiss -  Entry - 7/14/2022   It’s so strange how nobody really knows, all in all it’s all just human nature. Aren’t we the same Romans and statues of Baroque. The New Gods are being born as we speak. We are the stairway to heaven, we are the tower of Babel. It’s all so beautiful and I can see it before it happens. It makes me feel like the blood in my veins is running hot with violet enchanted flames. Sometimes I feel like I could end the world singlehandedly, but then I remember the stories, and all the love letters between estranged lovers lost in the mail, lost at sea. And I remember what I live for. Somehow, someway I would love to be the archivist the librarian the bookkeeper, a scribe, a collector of manuscripts and all of the gems of poetry I have found on my journeys. I’d rather be a bit of a Pirate a bit of a vagabond Robin hood, with no real destination except all that I am. It brings me life, and it has been prophesied. The star seeds are now star blossoms and we

Romance Labyrinths Link to my Blog (Indigo Genesis 2022)   INDIGO GENESIS (indigenesis.blogspot.com) ______________________________________________________________________ Romance Labyrinths  _______________________________________ By : Caroline Tiss VALENTINO’S CASTLE  Greenery of Valentino’s Castle  Armor and Bastille  Blossoming Violently with Violets of Scarlet and Blue Merry in the morning, Laughing by the afternoon   Johanna, you seem so very cold, with eyes of silver dew and lips as purple as nightshade  Could I sit by your side if till the clock strikes midnight?  Mayflowers and whiskey on the Bar back You never know the thrill of it until the wind brushes your skin with all the seduction of a woman on fire. MAGDALENE’S LOVER  Magdalene’s Lover Did he love his woman well?  Mary Magdalene weeping at the sinners well, Was she a woman or the archetype of a heathen’s love spell?  Tender is the heart of a woman, Soft to the touch is her skin like satin, Cinnamon and Sugar Sensations

  Virginia Beach  Short Story by Caroline Tiss If I were to take all of the stars and drink them like  ambrosia, would I have the wonder I desire? Or would I just be another dreamer looking on into the night through a window that I have outgrown. The pressure collects in my chest as I cross the board walk of the beach. The night has fallen on the seaside and the  moon reflects  into the tides. All of the people around me pass me by. Like fallen leaves in October when the wind sighs. I wish every one of them the best, these seaside  travelers, beach vacationers, and tourists which most  seem to  be. It is the summer in Virginia Beach,  and it’s never looked more lovely than when I’m alone .              Somehow,  I enjoy fading into a crowd. I enjoy making my presence less assertive to the passer by so I can observe them, like a painter looking  for someone’s smile to make them inspired. Or maybe  an owl  watching from a tree. I take out a cigarette, I swore to God I was going to qu

 The Timekeeper - By Caroline Tiss His thicket of black curls crowns his head like velvet, When the air whispers it dazzles his eyes as he rides on his stallion, The dust is his sand in the hourglass, and he scatters the stars with his song. Let the chorus sing and the ripples will dance in the black sea, it is a melody.

 Let the Ocean Breathe  by Caroline Tiss To take in Temperence the oceans waves without letting it suffocate you is essential, The sea is green and it is blue and it is red and it is silver The sea is made of water and all those who can inhabit it's flow I delight in the wrapping of seaweed and the untouchable floor of the unknown, Let it Be. 

The Calculating by Caroline Tiss Sight is possibility, The stacking of bricks, the steady metronome If you comprehend the counting, you can earn more than a dollar. Making the melting is a part of the game, We can all make a meadow out of grain, However, gold can melt away just like Mitas's child idols. There is nothing new under sun. There is only new sculpting of shape. 

The Price  by Caroline Tiss  How is the taste? The poison on your lips so sweet, If the truth is subjective - which it is in the most divine sense,  How can you thrash through the thicket of branches that is the heart of Sophia with wreck less hands and no consequences in your heart? The reasoning is because in your futile spirit there is no question whether or not you have the right to hurt, There is not a silver thread of questioning yourself as to why you run ramped with malice, Why should you not question? Why should you not ask where you have cut the vein or how much it cost? Do not lie to me.  Has Saturn taught you nothing?

 She Calls  by Caroline Tiss "You cannot see me" she calls to the wind.  "You do not hear me." she mutters.  She does not wish to be seen and judged upon like an auctioned piece of furniture.  This is because she is her own mother, father, and son.  She protects herself as though she were a family in a war zone.  Who hear her is up to the lots cast and the people in her path, like how the stars align for those who whisper to love like a child gilded with pearls and emeralds green.  Where is your courage man of valor, it is draped in ivory linen with the eye of your mother.

 The Man of Wrath by Caroline Tiss He ran,  The man of wrath  Coiled did the flame flicker at his brawny hands, Who was the martyr?  Who was the victor? Perhaps it was beyond his reasoning, Or could it have been at his hand that the dog which stalked him at midnight was slain, The blood was red and without reasoning, Animal, Anima, Animus Where does it end?

The Heat by Caroline Tiss  People hide their love with fire; Why do we see subjective thought like God? Can you spin a cotton dress without the eye of the needle? Does the needle in the haystack perplex you? Or are you lost? You need to be free because confusion comes with chaos, Sustain the fire of the heat that warms your heart. The degradation is a part of the death, or the truth, depending on the vision. Live & Let Live as the chaser's chant. 

  Magdalene’s Lover Magdalene’s Lover Did he love his woman well?  Mary Magdalene weeping at the sinners well, Was she a woman or the archetype of a heathen’s love spell?  Tender is the heart of a woman, Soft to the touch is her skin like satin, Cinnamon and Sugar Sensations, Tangerines and Summer hazes Hearts Beating Like waves of summer rain against a tin roof  “Would you lie to me?” She asks you, with love in her eyes As she lies next to you in your bed and the rain pours ceaselessly,  And you look to her, Her eyes so sweet you could get high off the sensation, the aroma of her perfume lingers like a sweet starry haven  And you tell her “Never would I lie to you, my love.”    Will men ever know the height and depth of a woman’s love  To love a man is a fragile, volatile thing,  Filled with all the fire of mars, and the current of the waters rapids.  When real love comes knocking with her chalice of wine, Would you turn her away

  Siren’s Love Song to The People Her name was Rosamunde and she was born in the crashing of sea foam in the Indian ocean. There was always bonfires on the beaches and the people of Mombasa   would sing and dance along the sea shore. Rosamunde would watch from the rocky cliffs where she believed she could not be seen. She adored the wind and rain of above the oceanic world, however she could never live on land because she was not meant to. Rosamunde saw her body as accursed. She could not believe that there were men and women who walked among the trees and sandy beaches. She longed to experience life   outside of her own watery world. Rosamunde was a siren of the deepest oceans. She had green skin and sharp teeth. Rosamunde had eyes whose pupils would contract and expand like a feline. She had beautiful ankle length black hair that was matted with seaweed and decorated with shells and beads. Rosamunde did not think like a human woman. She was an enchantress, she could not make chil

  Valentino’s Castle  Greenery of Valentino’s Castle  Armor and Bastille  Blossoming Violently with Violets of Scarlet and Blue Merry in the morning, Laughing by the afternoon   Johanna, you seem so very cold, with eyes of silver dew and lips as purple as nightshade  Could I sit by your side if till the clock strikes midnight?  Mayflowers and whiskey on the Bar back You never know the thrill of it until the wind brushes your skin with all the seduction of a woman on fire.

  Free Woman’s Hymnal If I were to belong to the midnight highways Freeways, streetlights, and handsome men I would be a vagabond traveller, A cool water rye Bliss and felicity are they estranged?    Or am I foreign to chastity? A lady of the night, or am I a beautiful anomaly of the great divine?

  Sister Angels The sisters, Sharon Kaye, Mariah Kaye, and Juliana Kaye were all born with small tattered wings.   As the girls grew their wings grew bent and broken, the sisters were all extremely beautiful. All three of the girls grew scarlet hair that grew down to their waists. They were very tall and slender and had bright beautiful eyes. They were very gentle in their movements and in the way they touched the world. The wings they grew were always hidden beneath their dresses and blouses and their hair guised their wings of mangled black and grey feathers. The wings of the Kaye sisters were black and blue at their root which sprouted from their backs. The sisters all slept in the same room and it had a large beautiful skylight where the stars would shine down into the Kaye sisters bedroom. Sometimes when it was late at night Juliana would see Sharon cry. When Sharon would cry Juliana said that her wings would expand and shine a small golden glow with every sigh. Sharon was