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…

TRIGGER WARNING: DEATH SPOILER WARNING: LORD OF SHADOWS- CASSANDRA CLARE   High above the Council Hall, The golden clock began to chime the hour. As if the world didn’t care for her, As if the world didn’t ache for her loss. My eyes brimming with…

I’ll fall for you, full circle Let your voice encircle me A litany If there’s a God they’ll be hearing me Sing your praises with my heart silently Too shy to brag but I’m proud of you It’s true. Sometimes I don’t know what I’m…

When I rise from the ashes just a box of matches With flames on my lashes Thingsll be better no more scars no more gashes Flying along while somebody bashes Everything I’ve said Everything I’ve done But I’ve won Haven’t I? That’s just it They’re…

Hillside dark, water calm A single lantern floating Veil shredded, flowers dead A sudden, rotten, bloating Bride alive, Corpse husband A shovel with sticky coating Crunching earth, shifting waves A victim left ungloating. Crime unseen, story untold The lantern no longer floating.

Poke poke Stick and stones Shake shake My still shoulder Pull pull Hair, clothes But I stir not To live is to move To not is to cease Diseased Sickly sweet odor Rotting flesh My flesh is perfect My skin flawless Not white, but alright….

I carry my dreams Like oxygen cylinders On this one lifetime climb. Oh what a burden! Should I leave it here? It’d be easier.   No!   The air is thinning, The breaths are short, Heart beats sounding Like angry poundings on my front door,…

There’s a strange cottage in the woods it lurks just beyond the tree line, out of sight. Even the heat of summer cannot affect the cool atmosphere around the cottage. Sometimes when I’m overheating I’ll zoom past the treeline to the lake the cottage rests…

If I were to write to you, It would be as if all The unspoken words Gathering onto paper To never be sent by Mail, conventional or otherwise. For you are out of reach Of objects, and limited to Thoughts and dreams And memories.

Childhood, In Three Pieces   ONE I climbed out of bed and fumbled through the hallway to the bathroom, rubbing my sleepy eyes with my tiny fists, even though Momma had told me not to. I lifted the lid and lowered my Strawberry Shortcake Underoos…