Overwhelming embarrassment to the point take any escape....

I slink into the corners of your mind.

I’m a shadow that everyone tries to hide.

I claw at your confidence.

I rip apart your feelings.

I tear at your wounds.

What am I?

Take a guess.

Maybe two.

I grab ahold of your trust.

I’ll test it’s bounds.

Did it break?

Good.

I’ll travel down endless memories.

Telling you what you’ve done wrong.

I’ll remind you that you’re a mistake.

Can you guess??

Take...

She is not like them.

Quiet, shy, and simple,

No.

Brave, strong, with fire,

You know.

Her eyes hold a flame,

can’t look away.

Her soul is on fire,

can’t contain her rage.

Her heart stands full,

will not break.

Her hands are steady,

never shake.

She is not like them.

She is only

Her....

Yes her eyes were blue like the ocean

The ones people fall for over and over

But your Amber eyes glisten in the night

Being even brighter in the sunlight

Your eyes of autumn glint in the day

And shine bright with the moon and it’s great.

Her eyes carry storms and hold chaos

While your eyes absorb the sunlight

Leaving gold riches on the sides.

Your eyes represent the deepest riches

In the gro...

bright

silver hair

that almost glows in the dark

shining

starry eyes

that holds many universes

bursting

purple nails

magic flows with every tap

beautiful

gorgeous

amazing

but not perfect...

(Part of "The Last Wolf Rider" series)

Lyria looked at herself in the mirror, her finger curling the silver streak of hair that framed her face. Lyria didn’t know why her hair, especially in that one spot, had turned silver but she didn’t mind it one bit as it always felt like she had a piece of Argenta with her.

Argenta too, had begun to go darker in spots around her mane, a deep brown that alm...

I stand before you with hopeful eyes

Your edges are glistening, sharp as knives

A familiar image nostalgia contorted

Eyes empty pools, black, distorted

Duality is opposites on the same thread

Scales balanced, joy the bedfellow of dread

A siphon of energy a thief in the night

But is it really stealing, if I don’t fight

I burned bright as the sun, a dying supernova

Your handiwork imploded my false ...

I am missing an arm. It sounds so careless. I didn't set it down and lose it like some treasured thing that I didn't look after. No it was stolen from me. The Cata took it right at the elbow. But I got even. I took it back.

I don't miss my arm. I'm sure everyone who is missing a hand or a leg or anything would say that. In my case it is true. It happened so long ago that I have grown accustomed t...

A lot of people have heard tell of the Goatman. Up around Pope Lick Crick, there were stories about a half man half goat who was a traumatized circus freak who took refuge under a trestle and jumped out at cars with an axe. The Poke Lick Monster mostly just encourages young fools to hang around an old bridge and young slow fools to get hit by freight trains.

There is the Goatman of Lake Worth who...

I’ve often been told that my “disability” is a blessing in disguise. I’ve yet to see it as a blessing or a disability. It neither harms or benefits my health. I’m able to live a relatively normal life, but only if I follow the rules set in place.

Keep my hair down at all times when in public spaces. If the weather is anything but fair, bring an umbrella or a hat. As long as my ear is no...