A new house, A new beginning, I think. New memories to make, New stories to tell. My toe hits an uprooted tile, Bending down, I look to see what that is. A little hiding place, From when the house was someone else’s home. A tin…

But that’s what imperfection gives me. And lately, the weather has been unfair to me than the mosquitoes in my room. Shocking, how my body rejects what it once accepted. This I called a reminder that I am still here, in the old world, that…

The Necrotizing Nocturne   Within our inner subterranean sanctum our victim lies. Without the comfort afforded a man of stature such as he. My Valkyrie observes on in stoic regard of that which we created, The protagonist of our undisclosed retribution rouses in suspicion. Pulses…

Our basement is flooding   If you look by the gate, there’s a rock that split. And that’s where the rain’s coming in. Daddy was a whisper above sirens, tornados in the air and dancing in our heads. We’ll just dig a trench. Dig down…

I was woken up this morning at 5am because my partner came home late and I had been worried throughout my sleep. When 9am came around I just snoozed and kept sleeping because my rest is more important than any other achievement.

I finally got a shovel (unhaunted) 2 dig as deep as I wanted And permits for the land Which I’d researched 4 beforehand. I finally broke the earth, Dug 6 feet down (for what it’s worth) Thought about stopping to grab a ladder But nah,…

“Come here” my friend called for me pointing towards a box, covered with dirt Dated 50 years ago, the box was Still looked strong, not decomposed We pulled the box out, it was heavy “Does this contain rocks?” my friend asked me “I hope not”…

I am writing this note A missive, I guess To say I’ll be leaving tomorrow My time has now passed It’s over and done And there aren’t minutes left here to borrow I gave you my all, all my time and tears My best and…

Darkness does forms by the light being away, To bring you near, Guess that’s its unique way… Your face does resurface, By being in darkness’s embrace… The free flowing of the air, Brings your feel and not the scare… Entire grace of the moon’s surface,…

He had made it “specially” With a sponge robin on the side. Bright with crimson feathers and two manic googly eyes. The roof was newly tiled with tiny squares, all stuck on firm. A coloured cross of sequins decorated the round door And the marker…