bloggity blog, poetry

fetid fingers decay

The lord sits high up in his tower For all the dark and midnight hour Reading from his arcane pages While the storm outside it rages He reads the words which will revive Summoning his demons five Bone and fetid fingers decay Coming from the earth to play They clank and clang and loudly clatter… Continue reading fetid fingers decay

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Masks

I have been a tad busy this week and have fallen behind. I plan on catching up on the prompts I have missed, I just don't know when. This one was just a haiku. So, it was nice and "quick" to film. But still very fun. I made the joke that the masks I made… Continue reading Masks

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the me I am

Hi... Maybe you can help me... Do you know where I am? Not where I am right now, but the me I am looking for? The me I am looking for is about my height. She is sort of like me in looks... maybe a little prettier. She is definitely less awkward. Her words do… Continue reading the me I am

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pretty little horrors

I want you to know something. I need you to know something... My feelings towards you are so strong. I want you to know that I think about you... I think about doing things to you... to your body... Bad things... Naughty things... Sometimes... I think about killing you... murdering you... taking the life from… Continue reading pretty little horrors

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the heart of a monster – part 3

My teeth were coming out to play like kids smelling what mummy is cooking in the kitchen. Running my tongue along their smooth surface, feeling their sharp-eagerness, I allowed him to lead me away into the night. "Don't worry, I know a short cut," he said as if I had asked. A light rain had… Continue reading the heart of a monster – part 3

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Not poetry…

I like to dance. I have two main styles of dancing that I practice on a regular basis: Pole and Badly I dance the same way whether people are watching or not. I dance in the kitchen, with headphones on while cooking or doing the dishes. I dance in the super market, pushing a trolley… Continue reading Not poetry…