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Beautiful Sin 

When the howling winds

Whisper tales of sorrow,

And the deafening silence

Is all you follow.

When the nights are cold,

dark and long.

And the demons chant… 134 more words


Her Curse

I re – wrote my one of my old pieces because I was unsatisfied with it for the longest time.

Words, Unspoken!

Liberty To the Captives

Isaiah 61:1-2

The Spirit of the Lord GOD is upon me; because the LORD hath anointed me to preach good tidings unto the meek; he hath sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to them that are bound; To proclaim the acceptable year of the LORD, and the day of vengeance of our God; to comfort all that mourn; 380 more words

The Claws #29

I thought of all the times she had whispered lovely things to me giving purpose to my miserable life. Oh, How great I felt around her. 504 more words


The Deceased #28 

I glanced with surprise into her glistening eyes beaming with love, not a sign of revenge; not a glimpse of hatred. Her messed up chestnut curls framing her perfectly shaped face so willowy; so gorgeous. 263 more words


A Poet's Respite

Greetings and well met, you who share the same affliction as I.
I fear I cannot offer true sanctuary, only a moment of respite.
Do not take me for a fool, a madman yes, but never a fool! 118 more words