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If there was anything in this world that I would desperately cling to; it is your life, your love, your smile. How cruel is fate to have brought you into my timid embrace only to rip you from my empty

I am torn by the duality of my spirit. Destroyed by indecision, halted in hesitation. Am I cold and heartless? Merciful and compassionate? I spend countless hours exploring my soul. After ages passed,

Isn't she beautiful, with her make-up caked on? Cigarette smoke trailing her exhale. Clothes rumpled and loose like her skin freckled and pale Scarred by deep purple memories. Blue eyes glassy and far

The man jumps from the cathedral roof, arms and legs splayed out beside him as if to catch the wind.Instead he catches the sturdy wing of a two century old gargoyle. Pain ripped through his shoulder as

An excerpt from Scavenger Hunt: a short story from the End of the World. Chapters One and Two can be found in my e-publication, Devil's Presents Gift Wrapped volume One available at Smashwords ( and may

My tongue is tied, my mouth is dry. How could I ever speak these words? My throat is closed, my toes are cold. How could I ever, "Repeat after me" My thoughts are clouded, my mind is shrouded.

As I sit here staring, madly glaring at the pieces of the past you left behind Tiny, insignificant, trivial things heavy with sentiment and regret I pray the memories won't last that soon I shall forget

Admire me for my beauty but dare to consume me and I shall have your soul

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We're all talk, talk, talk but no body listens we speak as if we're free because we refuse to see or cage of gilded bars so pretty when they glisten Cautiously, we move our feet upon the predetermined

The tears of the unwanted children down my heart in sorrows Their cries echo endlessly in my bone marrow My soul yearns to love them steal them from the cradle before the world can touch them to give them

Love me as if tomorrow is The End. As if our Sun will never rise again; and we are left to listen to the Silence. Love me with a love ever expanding going ever deeper into the abyss that is this Universe

I will steal the warmth and light from your day. Leaving it dreary and gray. A mere shadow of itself, a poor imitation of night.

Everything that touches you is bad So we shall all live in fear From Toxoplasma Gondii in our fluffy, harmless kitties to chem-trails lining the skies We are caught in the web of lies Danger is ever present,

Board by rotten board, I fall apart, shattered. Tattered fragments of my weathered sails floating atop the steel waves. All that is left is my shallow breathing. Dying heart, barely beating sinking beneath

Every sentence I begin Becomes arrested, frozen In the icy grip of dead Winter It's breath gone, words splintered The entire poem, useless nonsense Boreas bellowed, Calliope is hindered In the icy grip

Midnight heat broiling My mighty metropolis. Obsidian silhouette etched into the glittering skyline. Little beings hustle and bustle through mundane, trivial lives. Insignificant insects marching along

Cerulean Heaven's high above me. Dewy grass and damp soil beneath my feet. Zephyr's cool, sweet breath against my skin; the lightest touch of fingertips tangled in my hair Bird songs plays from the leafy

If we eradicated disease how could we pay Big Pharma to tell Us that we're in perfect health. So long as we swallow their cancers Whilst we die beneath their thumb slowly, sickly, looking for answers.

Every sentence I begin Becomes arrested, frozen In the icy grip of dead Winter It's breath gone, words splintered The entire poem, useless nonsense Boreas bellowed, Calliope is hindered In the icy grip