Witch at the Senate’s Door Step

This is a new story I wrote venting my frustration at the government. The videos are a little long, but I hope you will take the time to watch them when you are able on my YouTube channel… silvaan ruth pottery and prose

Thank you

-Silvaan-

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Me reading my poetry

This is a series of 7 poems with a bonus story at the end, about how I used Loki to get better sex out of The Fifth. The fifth is in reference to my last and fifth boyfriend.

I had been consumed by this past relationship for a few months now. So much so, I had to stop all my writing, and other creative endeavors, to get this out of me and out of the way of everything else. So here is the youtube link to all of the videos. click the youtube bottom to get to all of them or click the 1/8 in the upper left corner.

thank you

-Silvaan Ruth-

Something new and going to stay

After years of struggle and back and forth I have accepted that I am a writer. I have started a Patreon page to help in this endeavor. Her is a little video of me tell a little of my story. You can click the link in the description of the video to read more or click the link of my Patreon page just under this video. Thank you. Now I have some stories to write!

https://www.patreon.com/silvaanruthpatreon

 

Prose: Horrible Way to Die

When you realize your behavior

shows the abuser

You accept their abuse…

Is a horrible feeling

and a horrible

way to die.

By Silvaan Ruth

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Fairytales

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Chapbook: More Than What You See poems of dyslexia

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Love/Betrayal/Anything Else

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Poem: I Hope

I hope every time

you think of me.

You feel the lurch.

Guilt of what you did.

The truth we share

memory of your misdeeds.

You called me friend.

Now we are nothing at all

but memories.

By Silvaan Ruth

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Chapbook: More Than What You See poems of dyslexia

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Love/Betrayal/Anything Else

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Little Poem: Wink

HeathEyeI don’t believe in your niceties.

You say

I love you

Another way,

to say

I hate you.

It may come as a surprise.

I love you too

Poem and drawing By Silvaan Ruth

Drawing of Heath Ledger’s eye. Medium: pastel on paper.

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A New Page of Love Poems and More

I got love Poems here. Get your love poems here! http://wp.me/P50Gwi-uw

Thank you all and enjoy.

Silvaan Ruth

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Writing…

I am going to be starting the “Real Job” soon but I feel I should share that I have been writing again. Only problem, its an involved story so it may be a while before you see anything from it. But I do know what it will be called Obsidian Heart. That’s all I will be telling so far. Well, I also have ideas for a drawing to go along with it but there are just ideas. Wish me luck that I work on it more despite my “Real Job”. hope you all have a good day at your “Real Jobs”

Thank you,

Silvaan Ruth

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Poem From MTWYS: Fourth Grade Evaluation

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Fourth Grade Evaluation

I remember bits and pieces of it.
The pattern she showed me,
I could not decipher then,
now has faded completely.

What I remember the most
was how my mother fished for
more of an answer than just,
“I am a ‘learning disability.’”
I remember how the woman answered

voice rushed as if, overheard,
she would be fired.
“Twenty years ago your daughter
would be severely dyslexic.”

Now I’m weirder than ever.
Now I’m a stupid girl with a fancy label.
I am in this world where I am weird,
created for the teasing of my peers.

I don’t want to be weird.
I want to be me, but
who am I at this desk
if not a weird dyslexic?
My mother however, told me when I asked,
“What does ‘dyslexic’
mean?”

“It means you have to be
really smart to be dyslexic.”
She said.

Sadly, the good things said
are often drowned out by the bad…

for I was a Learning Disability
to everyone who taught me.
“Hopeless”, they thought as they threw out
my test scores to make their
school look smarter.

Thrown into a room with two others
that knew no other label. Really,
just a learning disability?

Pulled out of class
to do work with the Special teacher…
Now I am special? Another way of saying
now I am a weird-stupid-learning-disability.

Another would tell my mother I was…”So severe”
that I would never learn to write or read.

Never amount to anything…
you stupid-weird-learning-disabled-
freak…is all I heard.

By Silvaan Ruth
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