I find myself sitting here in bed, coffee in one hand, powdered donut in the other (because I’m a goddamn adult and I can do what I want), and although I feel so many things worth saying…I have nothing to write. It’s not writer’s block; I just feel like being a lazy shit today. So,Continue reading “An oldie, but a goodie…”
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So, I did a thing…
I actually got inspired and wrote a goddamn poem today. After quite some time feeling the pressure of writer’s block, and then hitting a depressive slump, I now have a brand new poem to share with my lovelies. Enjoy! Taken away by slumber sweet, I drift in silence, the night to meet. Embracing shadows thatContinue reading “So, I did a thing…”
A happy black heart…
I wrote something this morning and wanted to share. I was thinking about a happy place. Not an actual place, mind you, but one I could create. I wanted to describe it. This is what I came up with: The path ahead is dark with shadows, And only the faintest traces of moonlight, Trees twistContinue reading “A happy black heart…”
And sometimes, I just write filth…
Okay, so not exactly filth…but I do occasionally produce a naughty poem or story. Don’t pretend you don’t enjoy reading these, you devilish little minx. Miss me when I’ve left this place, Spread my ashes upon the ground. Shed no tears, and feel no sorrow, For I, my dear, can still be found. I’m afraidContinue reading “And sometimes, I just write filth…”
Feeling a little naughty…
Hold me close like a secret; for I am your possession, to play with as you wish. Your touch sears my naked flesh, like sacrament on the damned. I cannot resist you; nor do I want to. Your full weight upon me, my mouth finds your body. You taste like sin. Crush me. Consume me.Continue reading “Feeling a little naughty…”
The muse strikes…
Snowfall in the Cemetery The flurry subsides; a delicate alabaster blanket spreads over the field of finality. Moonbeams dance across the graves, the silence as pristine as their snow-white hue. A gentle winter breeze dances among the tombstones like a spectral coryphee. There is tranquility on this side of the veil; yet, in the quietContinue reading “The muse strikes…”
The masquerade…
The doubt and fear begin to fall away. I grasp the mask in my trembling hand. I have worn it like a shield of sorts; it has become a part of me. But the time has arrived to strip the mask away. To yield only that which is true. I claw at the mask withContinue reading “The masquerade…”
Something a little lighter…
I don’t have much to say today. Nothing profound, at least. However, I did write something a while back that I felt like sharing here today. Enjoy! I open my eyes in the darkness, yet somehow I am able to see.Although I lie on a satin cushion, wood rests around and in front of me.AContinue reading “Something a little lighter…”
The muse came to visit…
Sometimes, little spooky poems just happen. And sometimes, they take two days, a glass of wine, and several rewrites. Such is the nature of the beast. Enjoy! A darkened, mouldy chamber, Where sorrow drips down the walls, And disembodied voices, Echo softly through the halls. Corpses lie just out of sight, Each marked with aContinue reading “The muse came to visit…”
Waxing poetic…
Just a little something I cooked up this morning…enjoy! Darkness has a scent. Closing my eyes I breathe it in deeply And long to be set free. I want to slip away Away into the night sky Drifting among the tombstones And cemetery trees. Oh! To dance Upon my own grave. Oh! To see thoseContinue reading “Waxing poetic…”
Dancing Among the Remains 