Buried Alive

By Tilly Rivers

© Copyright 2004, Tilly Rivers

The pressures of the world

Crashing down upon my chest

Can’t breathe

Can’t see beyond the next hill to climb

Buried alive

Ground is so cold

Holding me down

Holding me back

Silent words whispered

Call them prayers or pleas

All I know is that I need to be free

The weight of responsibilities’

Loud in my head

Can’t breathe

Can’t see beyond the next hill to climb

Buried alive

Ground is so cold

Holding me down

Holding me back

Silent words whispered

Call them prayers or pleas

All I know is that I need to be free

So tiny is the light in the distance

I might have missed it

If I hadn’t felt its warmth

Breaking through the hard cold ground

No more Demons of life trying to hold me down

Silent words whispered

Call them prayers or pleas

Light is born through magick

Freedom is mine


By Tilly Rivers, Copyright 2010

Beauty is what I am reaching for

The beauty of the soul

To sing with me

To dance with me

To smile with me

Not just for tonight

Beauty is what I am reaching for

Pretty simple sight

The beauty of true love

To teach me

For my life

Christmas Story

Christmas Memories

By Tilly Rivers

Copyright 2009, Tilly Rivers

It is not the gifts that is forefront in my memories

Very few presents do I remember

I remember the feelings as if they were yesterday




I remember every year we use to sing Christmas carols

Out of tune

Off key

Words not remembered-- hummed

It was so beautiful

No music now matches its wonder

I remember all of us being home

The gathering of the clan

The smells of home made baking

Christmas cake, home made candy, and a raisin pie

Dad’s favorite

Mom’s famous pumpkin pie

Going for a drive into town to see the Christmas lights on display

The ‘ohhh’s” and “aww’s”

Of each glass bulb blinking for our personal honor

I remember Dad would place a nail just so for us to place our socks

One by one we would put them up

With visions of what Santa Claus would bring

Always on Christmas morning we had to eat breakfast

Before we had our gifts

The one healthy meal of the day

For we were allowed to eat candy whenever we wanted

That day only

Stuff our faces until we turned green

I remember the turkey dinners

Christmas stories of past

The mistletoe hanging in the living room

My parents making excuses to visit it often

My special ornament for the tree


Hand sewn doll clothes

My first doll house

Lovingly built with wall paper on the walls

Curtains on the windows, carpet and furniture

Each piece created from love

For me

I remember believing in magic

For my parents made it special

I remember candy canes and snow

Making snow angels

Throwing unsuspecting snow missiles at my siblings

And running behind my dad for protection if they dared to get even


I remember the laughter the most…

Christmas memories


Captured moments of the soul

Making me smile

Beauty Factor

By Tilly Rivers

Copyright, Rain Enterprises/ Tilly Rivers

The formula of what we should be

The rules of illusion of what beauty is

Who are they?

To tell me what beauty is

Who are they?

To tell me what I should look like

Know the truth

Beauty can not be found in the pages of a magazine

Our imperfections are undiscovered treasures

Break the formula

Stand up for your right

Tell them the truth

Beauty Factor

What beauty is?






Be you

Secure in who you are

The beauty factor is self

All women are


Baby Girl
By Clarence Rivers
Written to me: Tilly Rivers on my birthday June 14th 2004

Clarence Ernest Rivers February 27 1921 – June 20 2004

She’s sunshine and showers
Bubbles and bows
My pride, my joy, my love
My blue skies above
She blesses my life, makes it complete
With her happy ways and scampering feet
Now she is grown
With a life of her own
Her life’s a constant whirl: like her
Forever, she is still my baby girl!


Tilly Rivers, Copyright © Rain Enterprises

We can all dwell on what we conceive to be as unfair in life.

Let the power of that misery eat and absorb who we are until we no longer, feel or even resemble the person we were once.

We can all sit and let that anger that bitterness of why me, filter into every pore, every fiber of us until we are comforted in our misery, in our pain.

Until we are justified within ourselves to feel the way we do.

Until we no longer see anything, or any one without first seeing the ugliness.

Anger, sadness, negative emotions and thoughts will never get me what and where I want, but following my own path will.

Challenges lead to positive results

I have learned that by nurturing love, it will nurture me

I believe that if i treat those around me with sincerity and kindness my path will be marked with the success of what is right.

How easy is it to give up? To give in?

To let the negative parts of life win


Why do YOU let fear eat us alive until we no longer become who and what we are?



By Tilly Rivers

© Copyright, Tilly Rivers/Rain Enterprises, 2010


Now there is a word

Perhaps it is not a measure of time

Maybe it is a measure of the heart?


Could only be for one moment

One night, one kiss

One single spark

Carved in who you are


A flash. Here. Gone

Never to depart from your soul

Even if it is never repeated

Maybe you do not need a hundred years


Maybe you do not need a thousand days

Upon a thousand seconds

Maybe you only need

One single moment that will stay with you


A night. A moment. A flash

The keepsake within your soul