Monthly Archives: February 2014


Wet, tangled, rubies pursed, death
cracked, closed casket….

Waiting for the end, the seasons
to bleed, for immoral to salute, and you

shall be my prized possession, the
one who wakes delviry, perched
on swollen, button eyes, silver
adorned on prickly skin….

Chilled to the bone, flesh
wraps around me, dreaming in
constant constellations….

Exposed, nooks and crannies blossom
as Night kisses, birthing shadows…

Glazed, dazed, worshiped on the potters
wheel, molded to fit damnation.

My soul battered, cracked, spilled
upon you…

In modesty, I close, done with nightmares,
so I huddle the corner drying from wept

social underground

Lols, Urban Art, Clothes & Accessories


A Student Literary Journal

hands in the garden

dreary poems and rhymes for short attention spans...

Diary of a Psychokiller

take a trip with me to the darkside


Rippling Juices Of The Bright Eyes


Thoughts on an ever-evolving life

Darkland Poetry

Writings from Rachel Firmin


. . .can you imagine?

During the days in which I choose to conform, I do so with a specific feeling in mind that I want to achieve. A sort of climax that I aim to reach. A feeling effortlessly maintained between the ages of 6-9 and again between the ages of 13-15, when being a girl was simply one of the numerous ways of being.


Where bad things make you feel good...


Views of a Dandelion Girl

Tshombe Sekou

Poetics & Rumens

Sheila Renee Parker

Author. Paranormal. Romance. Fantasy. Follow Sheila on Twitter! @sheilarparker