Stop. The thoughts are unbelievable Notions that are inconceivable Death fits for it is ever nimble. Try to make it stop. Casting shadows in every crevice Spirits speak that were Methodist. Sorrows lined in excellence. Hope you can stop it. Wash away my sinful remorse. Let the holy blood run its course. Born a new,… Continue reading S🛑T🛑O🛑P
Listen closely and you may hear a bone shatter. You’ll have to ignore all the phatom chatter. Where goblins take flesh and mix it with their batter. Try to blend in and make your clothes tattered. Or the zombies will eat what you call “Important matter”. Welcome to the Halloween Hall were monsters feet peter… Continue reading 🎃 Halloween Hall 🎃
Love, the enigma. Don’t attach yourself to people that zap your charisma. When you fall in love, it’s just you over the chasm. You know it’s real if you see stars when you orgasm. Let these lessons come to you with every choice. Always remember that you have your own voice. Never forget that no… Continue reading The Pitfall
The spell has been casted. I hope you know yourself before the casket. They dropped a veil over our inner truths. Society’s witches toiling to make us all aloof. Cancer isn’t just a disease. It lingers in weak minds eating dreams with ease. Will you be able to break the hex? Launch a counterstrike to… Continue reading Spell Binding World
It’s late, yet I lie with eyes open. I’m awake, you’re probably asleep, but somehow you’re still running. I’ve trapped you in my dungeon of thoughts where only we live.Your emancipation comes at a price that you will never give. For a heart belonging to someone else is hard to attain. Even in my twisted… Continue reading Dream Open Eyed
Almost one week down without a post. I swear that my life so busy, it does the most. Yet, I make time to pour out my anguish. At my new desk last night creating this. Mind full of people living in my multiverse. A tendency to forget shit because the gift; the curse. Now, I… Continue reading Brooding
Did she know her poetry would last an eternity? That every poem she wrote would carry timeless certainty. Will any of us be able to step away from the shadow of greatness she casted? Will our works mean anything after we lay in our casket? What happened to the poetry society and those that can… Continue reading My Angelou
