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Category: Writing and Poetry
Cherry with the white stem Fly to sky, featherlight white hen Carried with the night wind Rise to heights' ever-bright titans Prairie with the spry din Amplify blatherskite chitin Harried, but not frightened Inside nigh horizons' lighten » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
Once upon a midnight, splendid; As a daemon of dreams, Beside his grave, I spied the storms That strode past the horizon. Cracks of black lightning descended, Cast out by ashen steeds, Bore sore chords of brass horns, crossed swords, And feinds, abhorred, that ride them. My finger's grip bites through his flesh, Soon, I'll see his hand's skill; Hear his melody - delicate. But will he » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
By the moonlight, I watch your face Bright mountains and shadowy valleys Rousing our fires from embers With our comrades in arms, we've rallied Darkness incarnate, deep repose Slight In stature and hulking aura Partake of the cup I provide Reflecting twisted diaspora Until the flesh from my frame rots 'Til the ravens cherry-pick my eyes Flying forward, winged horrors Coaxing cardinal » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
Your snatch is a bat-winged rat trap A cave of ghosts, most depraved Allies crossed, lie chopped, in burlap Your rancid claws clasp chains of slaves The Trash-Lord of graves, screams, and crap Your smile is worth a thousand swords Sharp-tooth seam of chartreuse green All lovers lost, carpet the floors Your nostrils blast hot-acid steam The Queen of whores and bad dreams (you can read this r » Continue Reading
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Lily-white pages leak goldenrod; A bloom of sulfur and salt Pressed by behemoth's hooves In a pernicious attempt To scale a mountain with no peak And to herald a cold, dead god - A request that's ever balked; Yet, still, the threat endures - A gruesome nightmare undreamt, A sigh and a chew on the cheek. » Continue Reading
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Turn a black-wool collar to the wind Over silk and cashmere scarf; Christmas gifts from your husband. Pay little attention to the cars; Pay even less to frosted streetlights, And it shall only cost your sweet life. » Continue Reading
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Jackals, wolves, and coyotes Chewing and gnawing In mass entanglement Of red, foaming teeth And bleeding tongues Embroiled with Infernal, breathless Rock-cat screaming Packaged prettily In twinkling, topaz tissue paper Tied up with red twine Bees, wasps, and ants Crawling and stinging In furious greed Seeking mass exodus With needling feet Emboldened by Feeble, » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
Up through the rafters Of the attic of my mind » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
Chunks of ice fly off in twos. I tighten my grip On this rock-salt sledge I use; I refuse to slip. With heart as numb as my hands, I shift to widen my stance. Chunks of ice fly off in eights. While I keep the pace, Salt-serpents hiss in escape. One spits in my face. I'm struck by a reflection; An arduous connection... What the elusive thought brought: There, stands a perso » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
I am Edweana Towers, And I've been down here for hours; A tunnel beneath the city, By order of my committee. I recall their grumpy glowers, With maybe a hint of pity, As they handed me my flowers; A wreath with protective powers. My mission: to investigate Our missing persons, as of late. But my confidence has soured; So maybe I AM a coward. I was left at the gate th » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
Lay your head in a nested spool Of molten, burgundy garnets; Polished disc of obsidian, Melted lipstick on the carpet. You've not eaten today. But, that's alright, you're not hungry. Surrounded by stories; But you're too tired to read. Yours is still written, to this day, Even as you sleep; Unseen by passing feet. And though you've scattered and let lie All of the matters on your mind; You're too » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
You say you're done with me, But we never began. You say my intent's grisly, And we'll never speak again; But I think this is silly, And awkward, but I'll pretend To not be too busy To act like your ex-friend. » Continue Reading
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