Suggested Audio Accompaniment   http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iCVEmR1L7i8 There are times When you wonder What the Hell you did To deserve this Particular torture What heinous crime had You committed in A former life That you must live Through this How will you live through it? It's simple. You LIVE There is no other way Goddess Smiles upon us... Continue Reading →

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This is where he died Right here Where I stand Where his soul screams For release from his bonds Where he will never leave From where does this Knowledge come: From my hand I killed him But that's not all I did. I feel him still Warm against me skin to skin Mind to Mind... Continue Reading →

Its name is Legion I keep it covered In the corner Under a sheet Wrapped in Iron Encased in cement It wasn't ready When he said He didn't like it That it wasn't alive And begged me to Make it stop I told him it wasn't ready To leave it alone That it Bites, Seethes... Continue Reading →

Raven was silent upon our return to my dwelling. I suspected she was musing upon our lesson, and this pleased me immensely.  This would mean that she has already begun to understand her power, and the responsibility to use it.  I glance behind me, impatient to return to my home.  Perhaps Rowan would be awaiting... Continue Reading →

Some hate to cry Not dislike or detest No HATE   I learned that tears Are not strength I learned that They are a waste Of precious fluid Of emotion easy turned To more creative pursuits They are a typical stereotype If you are a woman You cry at everything The stereotype proves a truth... Continue Reading →

Theres a humming in my ear In my head, low pitched Monontonous It makes my skull buzz Eyes rattle and shudder Someone's lurking Someones peeking Crept past defenses laid out Cerebral duct tape failed to capture this intruder in my head Sirens didn't sound Wires were tripped, I felt it As each one sprung I'll... Continue Reading →

Recommended Musical Accompaniment Evanescence - Sweet Sacrifice http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XBYhQnjyrWo There is no Light Without the Darkness One cannot exist without the other Those born into the Light are born blind They cannot see the pulchritude of the shadows that lurk on the edges The importance of symmetry Whether we deny or embrace it matters not, we... Continue Reading →

Come Dear Ones A Story to touch you Settle for a spell   She found it today A heart shaped box Deep in the darkest corner Of the basement It was faded and dusty Once a vibrant red Now a damaged and muted pink It rattled in her hands A cringe of fear after so... Continue Reading →

Why say I love you. It’s so mundane Words are meant to move You, in all ways I hand you my heart Broken and glued Scarred with life’s travels Incomplete, until I found you Why say I’m sad It sounds as an untruth Sadness is profound Not so plain I am filled with the screams... Continue Reading →

Allow me to introduce my son, Sam Boutin.  He is nearly 12 and is a constant source of pride to me and his father. He also has Asperger's Syndrome, and has struggled with the written word since the first time he grasped a crayon. Years of work has brought us to this place. He  wrote this piece at school. This marks... Continue Reading →

The Forgotten War: Verse II

Death Maiden – The Forgotten War – Verse II

Rivers of Grue

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“My place of rest calls to me, its story of slumber drawing me forth as the first lightening of the night begins, the shadows slightly less dense and seeming to reach towards my guides. The youth is aware of our watchers, and will now have warned his compatriots, leaving me free to gather Scythe to my heart and settle into my darkness like a well-loved blanket”

I awaken at the darkening of the day, the glowing ball in the sky slinking back to the sky like a sly charlatan. The shadows are pooling around the trees bases, as though they bleed spirits from below. From where I lay, I observe my guides, the two deceptive ones just stirring from the hard beds they’d made out of their long clothes coverings and…

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Look in the mirror What do you see? Nothing much just A reflection of me Thought I might see Through another's eyes What is different Nothing it seems Learning to share Learning to open Learning to care Trying to be everything Reflection shows true That spark that was aflame It's hidden from view There it... Continue Reading →

When Love falls before you Heart bloodied and embattled Hands held up in supplication Wings once glorious Tattered and torn Would you gather it to your breast Envelop and immerse it Gently caressing it's soul With words soft as a kiss Would you whisper "stay" Should it struggle to leave Out of injurious fear If... Continue Reading →

We are Gods In Our own rights Do We not create worlds? Tiny planets built With Our words? They are what We Want them to be Limited only by what We limit Ourselves to Limited by Our own Imaginations By how We see Ourselves We can be anything From a Creature that Stalks the night... Continue Reading →

I’m that thing. You know, the one In your closet? The one whose red eyes Glow thunder and hunger From the half open door. Under your bed? The one you think Will grab your ankle In the night? I’m always here you know Even in the day Nestled in the darkness beneath Where you slumber... Continue Reading →

The Last Light

Rivers of Grue

The Last Light

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I stood at the window that looked over downtown, affording me a view of the city that I loved. The mist from the waterfront was creeping in over the wharfs and the small, well maintained pathways.  The news was on again, the reporter talking about a new book, “How I survived some monster” sort of tell all, and backstory had been played so much that my brain ached.  It was all anyone talked about for so long, a mass murder in a city not 150 miles from here, some crazed maniac murdering people and stabbing them with mop handles.  Inventive enough I supposed, who thinks of that?  That wasn’t the cause of excitement however, the real fervor was over the survivor.

The Monster she survived is real, and he is still out there somewhere.  Cliché perhaps but apt all the same.  Though it was not usually to…

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