I enjoy writing using my past to inspire my poetry and stories. I put all my pain into what I create.
I enjoy writing using my past to inspire my poetry and stories. I put all my pain into what I create.
Outside Home lies a world within reach. I visit sometimes. Though its bright, cheery colors turn my stomach. The sun is warm, yet I long for the comfort of the cold. People smile an empty smile. A mask contorted of hidden suffering amongst its victims. Normal is normal. To ask for help is illogical, yet invisible chains hold me back, just long enough to gasp for innocent breath. Twisted words and ...
Dodging bullets from my broken past,
watching my life become failure.
Fated pieces I’ve been cast,
those passing flashbacks revived.
In desperation I call on a Savior.
Nothing I haven’t survived
will define who I am.
I am but a survivor of suffering,
slowly but surely recovering.
Broken bones will mend over time,
but will mine heal in one long night ?...
Do you remember ?
Scream after another
Crashes surrounding
So shall my song suffer
Treading thy anger abounding
Do you remember ?
Rounds of thy insatiable punch
Nerves shaken, never dead
Wishing for human touch
Words wished to be unsaid
Do you remember ?
Future thrown to fire
Twisted memory forgotten
Cries sinking in everlasting mire
Trauma begotten
Do you remember ?...
Frigid was her hands, though I never paid much attention until now. I am a vampire hunter, yet I am a vampire. Ironic. Never have I shared this secret, but she mentally provoked me in the deepest of my thoughts. Moonlight crept hesitantly before us whilst treading upon the barren churchyard. Rats scurried swiftly into fissures hidden within crumbling tombs. The moon now stood over us, as if glarin...
Push and pull
Words tear my heart
Passion chained
Death draining life force
Push and pull
Tomb prepared
Spirit shattered
Deafening roar of unholy screams
Push and pull
My energy waning
Ground swallows my flesh
Your intensity strangling
Push and pull
Blood soaked eyes
Heartbeat pace slowing
Push and pull no more....
Witch Roisin Dubh, her name translates to “black rose” in Irish, was jealous of Brigid’s fiery, red curly hair. ( Red Riding Hood )Brigid was cursed and forced into an unholy union to a creature of death and chaos. So Dubh possesses a woodsman to hunt down a creature to marry her granddaughter, the victim is a male, black wolf. The wolf is given the name Fael ( ugly or wolf )Dubh and Brigid both ...