Seat laid back I stare up at the sky Out window, tinted dark Through the glass to my side Watching the skeletal trees Turn from verde to oxide My little trees hang twist spin In the turbulent gaseous air All the scents of the rainbow To match with my despair I count them now strawberry… Continue reading little trees and fallen leaves
They say that eye are Windows into the soul But I am soulless My eyes are not like windows but more like hands searching Seeking what you hide within My eyes do not capture light Interpret rays and waves into images But they capture thoughts, desires Thoughts like black darkness night shadows Thoughts like bloody… Continue reading eyes
A storm clouds the horizon Like smoke on the battlefield Have I used that metaphor previously? Sometimes I cannot remember But of course I am not talking about a real storm Or real clouds or a real horizon There is no real smoke except for that which plumes from your mouth Tobacco sickness sour There… Continue reading roar howl battle cry
If you have been hanging around my side of the blogosphere for a while, then you may be familiar with my Empress posts... if not go read this and this and this then come back. Now, I would like to do a Lemon Empire week as a kind of prompt but I wanted to give… Continue reading The Lemon Empire
Sorry guys! I totally changed just a couple of details in part 1... cause I'm the author and I'll do what I want. LOL but seriously. They were minor changes but obviously you are welcome to duck back and have a quick squiz... if you do and you can see what I changed, let me… Continue reading the heart of a monster -Part 2
The dirt felt good under my fingernails. Cleansing, somehow. Washing me of my sins. Not that I thought it was a sin...