Why don’t I believe in God? That, my friend, is a loaded question and the bullets are defined and honed to offend, no matter what my response But since you asked, and remember, this is my opinion, not yours - I think the fundamental lessons that we learn from birth, that unbidden and undefined … Continue reading Loaded Question
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Little Billy walked home from school that day, same as every day, past the old playground next to the abandoned church. Not sure why it was even still around…there were weeds everywhere and all the equipment was falling apart. Only one swing on the swingset was still intact. As he passed by he could hear the chains squeaking when the wind blew upon it. He wasn’t sure why but it creeped him out a lot. He wished he didn’t have to go anywhere near it but it was the quickest way home.
He had left school later than usual because Tommy was waiting for him outside the doors. Tommy was the school bully and he knew if he’d left when he was supposed to right after school he’d have been in really bad shape by the time he got home. It had happened before and he didn’t want to deal…
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For years it glittered The golden ring on her finger A well-worn symbol of her love and devotion In happier moments she wore it with pride, content in her emotional inertia Glad to have a warm body to cuddle up with Sometimes felt like a handcuff or a cage without bars on the long lonely … Continue reading Reaper’s Enchantment
I could climb the stairs again and again yes I know that - I do know that its the accurate definition of insanity, but - but what if it was just as difficult to stand in one place staring at the door for eternity never knowing that those stairs laying there beyond the doorway lead upwards … Continue reading the accurate definition
Just keep breathing I'm trying but Wheezing whining crying alone In the dark The elephant It's on my chest And it's giving delighted gifts; (huge butt wiggles) While I still try furiously futilely fight The constant war Between the lines Belief and faith Someone else's Views of what is Right or always wrong. But Gods … Continue reading Just. Keep. Breathing.
That’s right! FearFront Publishing will be releasing it’s 3rd wave of authors in mid to late April! These spooky and terrifying tales will have you begging for mercy! Yours truly is proud to be the designer for Fear Front Publishing and I am equally proud to show you the covers for the new wave of Authors! In my line of work judging a book by it’s cover is a must, therefore it is my pleasure to scare you, to leave you in a state of terror.
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I bury it deep There, in the backyard by the smallish graves of all of our pets - The poor things, they're missed • I bury it deep Lay in the decay pitiful corpses In the lighter dark one ray of sunshine That reaches this place • I bury it deep Next to the bodies, where … Continue reading Watch the Garden Grow
Edge of your seat folks! More like edge of the bed Live screaming Live streaming tears Talk about true horror It's so loud Too loud Round and round Only the hammers of hell drown They fade out the noise Stop beating yourself! but how? How when your brain hates you Dredging up an old fleshy … Continue reading snap
Passion burns and she gasps Earthshake quivering over a rigid rising when he pulls the pleasure from her belly Rhythmic motion of riding the ocean sighs He watches desire rise from her chest It's a tsunami of tangled bodies Her cries rise like a bird in flight Both clinging to love like a life preserver … Continue reading dying in a drowning embrace
Let’s throw stones, shall we? No? You do already - Now, hard as you can Throw them into the water Watch the impact Smash the mirror image and Make the ripple a reality The splash is arterial spray or your own tears And you killed it Did it feel good? Did you enjoy it? ... Do … Continue reading Throwing Stones
You couldn’t help yourself, could you? Just had to have it your way, ply and plead over poetry and broken, useless promises Pretty words meant to crack veneer, like stones on a still frozen pond, you just kept hammering it home It did too, hit home, believe it a punch to the solar plexus a … Continue reading Hitting Home
Sky eye blue tee You see, because, I feel less, well… Alone in it Bury my head in the pillow last kiss goodnight and hope to sleep before I cry *It rarely works* Pray, prey, for light A direction From whatever Omnipotent Entity Chooses to answer The Universe Provides the proof That I am not by … Continue reading hEaD oN a StIcK
Thirty-two: there are thirty-two and they hang on the wall. What you ask? My collection of grisly souvenirs, the last one is barely a month old and frankly, it’s starting to show little signs of decay and putrefaction. No matter what I use, I can never stop that first biological rebellion that would keep them … Continue reading The Sane Sanctuary
up and down … up and down … up the swells make my head explode my heart aches in sympathy for my stomach and my ears look for the horizon there is no shore out there only water, and the - burning alive, want water but there is none to be had surrounded by it … Continue reading they said watch the horizon
Once i was home. i was home to my family my body housed life and suffered death i lay in solitude, listening to him breath listening to the quiet ticking of the clock. it was Tuesday, late when he staggered to our bed still wearing that damned fedora and her perfume and nothing else i … Continue reading Home Fires Burning
I am so pleased and proud to share this! Coming this Spring to Fear Front Publishing Rolling the Beautiful Bones Visit fearfrontpublishing.com to see the amazing works available now and soon by the authors at Fear Front!!
She sits in silence, her eyes closed with a sweet distracted smile on her lips ⋅ Oh, she pretends to blend in with the crowd and fails He says that she wasn’t meant to but stand out like a glorious statue in the middle of a war-torn slum ⋅ And she is so blissfully unaware of … Continue reading The Statue of She
Sometimes, when i'm alone/ almost by myself cos ghosts/ i wear pink with no makeup/ and let my hair go curly/ and pretend that i'm a warm/ blooded, a soft hearted girl/ instead of the cold minded/ all but invisible weirdo/ laying shrouded in bubbles/ adding salt to the water/ that is the truer image/ … Continue reading
I used to overflow Sitting on a sofa Chesterfield Couch, whatever. Thighs spilled over edges Although not a lot And my gut filled my lap More than the kids ever did Shortness of breath from walking Down the street was more common Than breathlessness for any other reason Today I sat in the same place … Continue reading the chesterfield