I love poetry! I write a lot in the form of metaphors. Horror is my favorite genre! I hope to eventually write a book!
I love poetry! I write a lot in the form of metaphors. Horror is my favorite genre! I hope to eventually write a book!
I hate that I love you
I am plagued by you
I hate that I crave your words
Even though they come from wicked fangs
I am your burden
I am your punishment
I am your reminder that sometimes…
Things do get worse.
I am what you think you deserve
Your self deprecating choices
I hate that my heart is bound to yours
It’s unfair
I have been someone’s punishment since birth
And that is my punishment...
Hidden amongst these four walls
A shell of a human lays still
She longs for love from other humans
Though Her heart remains cold and ill
Alone She stays, painting away
For Her own heart, she will fill
She paints the skies the brightest blues
Clouds white with silver lining
Prairies vast, cascading flowers
A sun that never stops shining
Butterflies, bees, moths, and birds
Never subjected to dying...
Behind the door
We hear dad snore
Its time for us to play
No one knows
Our secret though
Weve kept it til’ this day
Under the floor
Is a hidden door
thats where the secret lay
The smell is bad
But dont be sad
Shes better off this way
Dad thinks she left
Its for the best
I know that sounds cliche
But That wasnt her
You see the fur?
She looked at us as prey
She howled at the moon
clawed into...
Tumbling Granny
Flipping around
Scared of nothing
Not even the ground
Feet flopping about
She did lots of flips
If she knew you were looking
She also did splits
Her hands held up high
She ran down the hill
At an olympic speed
To show us her skill
She ran too fast,
The hill to steep
Her single steps
Looked more like leaps
But tumbling granny
Never fails
She muscled up
Tough as nails
Her arms ...
The forest floor holds many tales
Timeless as the tides
Look closely, dear, as you can see
The creatures which reside
Overlooked and underloved
The ones that call this home
Crawling, squirming, inching about
This world is theirs to roam
Under all the mushrooms caps
The frogs stay safe and sound
Look a wee bit closer
For spiders can be found
The snail is in no rush to move
It crawls in its own ...
Oh, to be warm
Wrapped in someone’s hands
Comforting and aromatic
Only few will understand
Oh, to be warm
On a cold winters day
To cast away the sleepy eyes
While waiting for flowers of may
Oh, to be warm
While the sun peeks through the sky
The dewy grass envies me
As I’m cuddled up warm and dry
Oh, to be warm
There’s nothing quite like this
A warm cup of coffee in my hands
Oh, to be warm… pur...
I wake to another panic attack. Not unusual but it never gets any easier. Something about this cabin just hasn’t felt right since I’ve been here. My wife used to love this place. Since Lilly’s passing, no where feels quite like home anymore. This feels like the empty shell of what used to be my life.
I shuffle to my feet into my house shoes, grab my phone from the nightstand, and pull the cord t...
With only a handful of shillings left in my pocket, I take a stroll. What have I left to lose?
The sound of freshly shoed horses echos through the alleyways. I make my way to the pub downtown. I might as well pick up an ale with the last of my earnings. I enter the pub from a door in the back. Years of piracy lead to a keen sense remaining in the shadows. I make my way through the back of the bre...
Where are you Santa?
Where are our toys?
I woke up this Christmas
Drained of all joy.
The tree is empty
No stockings were filled
We hoped you would
Leave us some blocks to build.
This house full of cobwebs
Makes us so sad.
We’ve been waiting for years
For our Mom and Dad.
We can’t leave this house
We cant run away
Stuck here for eternity
Just wishing to play.
People come here at night
To temp...