Tuesday, June 2, 2015

Same Dream


Photo by; Lady Selene



I see, hear something
amazing
funny
cute 
I rush home
Needing to Share with Someone
Reality slaps my Fave
Wake up
There is no one 
you are
Alone

Friday, September 12, 2014



Poetry by:Lady Selene

Never There

In my Dreams you are always there
Always by my side
I wake to Reality, intense loneliness
a sadness to Intense to hide
I sit and cry for You
You 
sit and cry
For her

Friday, August 15, 2014


Photography and Poetry by: Lady Selene

 The Lymenoid Zombie

So, 
I wonder if anyone else “Feels” like they are in 
someones Video Game.
Title: Chronic Neurological Lyme Disease
Story Line; Lymenoid Zombie Battling Spirochetes & ABX

We have been infected with Spirochetes
They are Nano Bug Machines; 
they are Evil, Slick, Stealth [Bio WarFare-Chemicles]
Tainted Sprays omitted Via Man Made Birds 
We have to constantly be in Combat, 
Physically, Mentally
as they swim through our bodies
Spiraling into our Very Soul
The Great Sun Disk Vanishes
Total Darkness has been Cast.
It’s us against the Nano Killer Bugs [Spirochetes]
Us against the Bug Killers [ABX]
Some of us change colour
some inherit New
Different 
[Additional] Personalities
Our Flesh burns, itches, flares up
Our Brains Hurt
Forget 
Fill with the Rush of Bug Killer 
Nano Killer Bugs
TOXIN OVERLOAD
Now our Heads fill with Noise
Confusion
Anger
Extreme Fear
Loneliness 
Bodies fill with Intense Crippling Pain 
Burning
Itching 
It Even Changes our Physic  
We have to Do ALL we can to Reach our 
“Next Level”.
Tolerate walking through FUCKING HELL 
[no othere way to Describe it]
Living a CONSTANT HORRIFIC NIGHTMARE 
Not all of us Will Succeed
Not all of us Will Want to 
No Next Level 
Onto the Next Realm
An Entirely New Game

The Games do not have Multiple Lives
We, the Lymeanoid Mutants have only “One”
We are each given X amount of Energy Straws 
Some of us have no Energy Straws 
left after the Combat 
Lost Sight, Hearing
Loose Self respect
Love's Destroyed
Onto the Next Realm 

Some of us Rejuvenate Ourselves 
So we are Able to go into Fight once again 
The Nano Killer Bugs
Bug Killer
All Day, All Night

THEN; 
One Day
The Great Sun Disk Returns.
It Bestows to you, Powers - Happiness - LIFE
You see the World in very Unique, Uplifting way
Everything and Everyone makes you happy
You SHED all Negative Thoughts
You Shake Off all Feelings of Resentment [Hate]
You have moved
 to
your Next Level
No, it was NOT at all easy
No one knows 
For Sure 
how long the Great Sun Disk will remain

You Might once again be Brought into the Darkened World
Where you will have to once again FIGHT
all Day, all Night
Or
Be sent to the Next Realm

Thursday, August 14, 2014

Perfect Frequency


Photography & Poetry by: Lady Selene

I understand Suicide
I contemplated 
Embraced it
Locked in 
the Perfect Frequency
Lived with it 
in my Heart
Echoing in my Brain
for months
Promising me 
Freedom of Pain
Silence The Thoughts 
that constantly RACE
At my Brain
Almost there
I turned around for a minute
Is that a DragonFairy 

Monday, July 28, 2014

LymeZombie - Shattered by Lyme




Poetry & Photo by; Lady Selene

I Hear the Sound of the Rain on my Window
I smell Such a Fresh Scent.
It Brings to me, An Inner Peace.
A Healing that Begins Deep Within

Friday, July 25, 2014

Lyme Zombie - Shattered By Lyme

Photo and Poetry by; Lady Selene 

Awakening to 
Anxiety 
Fear
Depression
Loneliness
Hopelessness
Illusions of Death. 



As Darkness begins to Swallow me. 
The Need to lie down
Death is Near 
just Give in
I will Never win.



As the Darkness takes me, 
I feel 
Mental Confusion 
Coldness
Emptiness 
Pain 
Loneliness
Hopelessness 
Intense Fear 
Death is Stalking me 
Injecting thoughts of Suicide. 



Extreme Brain Fog 
thinking 
remembering
knowing
possibly things from my past? 
Unable to do anything, Except 
Feel.



Memories
Emotions
Sucked out
 leaving me a Shell of who I used to be. 
Leaving me feeling like a 
Living Dead Girl.  




Darkness
Dispare
Discouragement
Anxiety
Fear
Loneliness
Cold
Empty
Death welcome here. 



Unable to move
Paralyzed by Extreme FEAR
WHO am I
WHAT am I
Will I ever be "ME" again
Waiting to DIE



Extreme Terror
Paralyzing Fear
Uncontrollable Tears 
This Nightmare has to End
One way or Another. 

Saturday, May 31, 2014

Face in the Mirror

Pic and Poetry by;
Lady Selene

I look in the Mirror, A Face is looking back at me
Who is She

She slightly resembles me
is she a Relative from my Past.

Her eyes, are Tear Stained, her lips barely smile.

I can hear her Cold Lonely Heart as it faintly beats.

I can “Feel” the Empty Sadness that fills her.

Always Alone, real Laughter, a genuine Smile
Where did it go.

When I Silently disappear in the Night
Who will know.