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she. “Enemy Spirits, Come to finish my fate Nothing you do Can cause me to dissipate I am forever I am EVER, For and Ever I am Always, Now and Then I am of the gods My gods, your gods and theirs Make mincemeat of your decisions Deal you heartbreak, make u have care She’s… Read More she.
Up a staircase Winding round I say nothing Eyes Wide Down Powdered footsteps Open like gravel road U say nothing No breaking the moment’s hold Asbestos powdercase Eyelashes by Mold We touch fingertips Sudden. Bold. Crunchy black taffeta Shiny Patent Waste Bodies; barely bent! Still not visible-Our Haste In & Out, Up & Down… Read More the use for veils.
I want your blood Like I want your sex I wish we’d fuck Like we never met I want your taste Copper-burnt but sweet I want your brains Tongue inside your meat Spread it ‘round like goo Dripping from the tip Lap it up, all fours! Yeah I am that bitch This is not for… Read More bloodlust.
In the Darkness of beginning night, The confusion of what should be, I gave him my little black heart, Then I gave him my little jewel; perfection like one from Tiffanys! When alone now, I can hear his voice When alone I can feel his touch His perfume comes out of my throat His decorum… Read More Private Life
*disclaimer – naughty words and heavy sexual connotation; also, an original poem from me to an ex lover* Everytime we fuck, I die, Lovers of Death, you and I Make-believers in fate, you and me Troublemakers connected; destiny! Little Death, Oxycontin, Dopamine When together, even the Heavens stop for our scene, Memnoch the Devil, Dionysis… Read More Les Amants des Morte
~a short story revolving around a love letter the heroine never mailed to the object of her affection, who will never know how she truly feels for him~ I cant stop seeing your hands, that day. Strong fingers loosely grasping the steering wheel, as your thick auburn curls went mad from the wind blowing thru… Read More the last kiss goodnight. (a short story by Porsha A. Williams)
Her Kind by Anne Sexton I have gone out, a possessed witch, haunting the black air, braver at night; dreaming evil, I have done my hitch over the plain houses, light by light: lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind. A woman like that is not a woman, quite. I have been her kind. I have… Read More “Her Kind” by Anne Sexton
I’m in a phenomenal place There is no sound, no feeling, no smell or taste It is the Darkness~the Soulless Pit, the Abyss! How could you not know, however could it be missed? This is the reality, finalized and discovered~You know me, now! This is the Darkness, the place where nightmares play, unbound This… Read More ~Untitled~
Not every year can bring forth riches in TV viewing, and if the beginning of 2017 is any indication, we’re in for a long, disappointing year. Source: 11 Most Disappointing TV Shows of 2017
Originally posted on Poem Trumps Hate:
Did you know you are my arms? I won’t say which is which, And in fact, you tend to switch. But that is to say you are at my sides, That I can’t look anywhere Without seeing you there.
I think almost every one of us got to experiment around with wood burning at one point during our childhood. At least I have memories of my eight-/nine-year-old self, vigorously gripping the wood burning pencil and trying to burn a steady line into that piece of wood that was supposed to be a bread board…
Originally posted on Discover:
Barb Knowles is the wit and wonder behind Sane Teachers, a blog about family, teaching, and being in recovery. Last year, Barb achieved an impressive milestone: she celebrated 31 years of sobriety on October 5th, 2016. We spoke to Barb about her story — how she discovered she was an alcoholic,…
Originally posted on Kate Gale: A Mind Never Dormant:
Here in London, at the Book Fair, the fact of being American is an embarrassment. Darkness has spread across the land. We find ourselves in America, surrounded by hate. Hatred for Muslims, for Latinos, an indignation that rose during the Obama administration and culminated in a…
Originally posted on Clio Ancient Art & Antiquities:
Our object of the week is an unusual type of pottery oil lamp dating from the later years of the Roman Empire, not long before the full transition of the Empire’s eastern half to what we now call the Byzantine Empire. This general type of pottery lamp…
Gold Wake is open for submission of full-length books of any genre (poetry, fiction, nonfiction, you name it) from February 1st to March 31st, 2017. There is no separate submission fee: if you buy … Source: Guidelines