Monthly Archives: April 2014

I cry, tears tumble, fall
gracefully down my cheeks, a
extra beat it takes for

Eyes close, take a breath,
torn into, no sense of

I just want to spill,
onto your soul, so you
can feel my ache wrapped
inside this shell…

To take me away…
Forever is not long enough
to feel you….

Exhale, maybe, on your flesh
just to capture you, save
you as I was meant

I was always the one,
and you were always the
one to love me….

I can never get enough
of you, to breathe you
into me, afraid you will
just disappear….

I am pieces of your
heart, missing, what you have
been searching for, but it
may be too late as
time runs out….

Our footprints together, rushing
in the waves….

Death waits once again for
us to be reborn….
I will miss you until
that times comes, and hope
you will always know that
I search for you and
only you, and as I
break, you put me back
You into me, unceasingly…..


Skull Daze.....

Just think he looks kinda cool;)


Dance with me in the
lurid bloom of the
moon, as He watches in
jealousy taboo….

I summon thee, be swept
into the scent of night,
musky, erotic, filling the air
like a lover….

I want my skin to
shimmer under your gaze, as
you drink me in, watch
the shadows frolic before me….

Inside, I chill as I
feel you darken, wanting your
sinister to cross me, engorge
me completely…..

The breath of twilight holds
as you approach, stilled like
divine beauty….

I turn, eyes meet, my
heart running to you….

Hand held out, we touch,
tingle, and so we begin

Pulling me closer, I light
your umbra, coloring you slowly
in a sexy flush…

like we have never parted….

We sway as dreams wake
their sleepy heads…

I, brought you to life,
our skin jumps inside
the other, we imprint endlessly,
no words ever said….

Early morning, darkness still our voyeur as hands
roam, playing in flesh…

Eyes close as my breathing wakes, body tepid….
Rhapsody fingers strum down damp melodies,
and I part, open ivory, turning to silver
down my thighs…

You unmask me, walking farther
down my halls….
I soak you, mouth opened…

Conversations pulse
as breasts color, where
you love me, hate me….

I puddle, and you sip,
my suicide…

Doggie styled in slippery
mantras, arched in violin bows…

Sheets of music kissing my face,
as we create pieces of master….

We dream in watercolors…
I rise in yellows as purple blooms,
admiring the way you look on me….


Haunted to see beauty on the blurs
of insanity….

Quietly content in the madness
that stills, looks through transparency…

Black, white bloodied sails, soaring,
no where to go, just to the edge
of consciousness….

Along the way, I leave impressions,
losing myself as I go, as once there,
but disappears, washed, cleansed,
in mindless mumbles….

Echoes follow, melodies on corpses

Shattered fragments scatter on the lips
of lovers, only to be release on rainy days…

Ancestry slices of myself I leave at my
birth, only to be resurrected onto my

Hues running away, imprisoning
ashy flakes in solemn condolences….

Black smears burn my eyes once
again seeing your beauty….



social underground



A Student Literary Journal

hands in the garden

short poems for short attention spans

Diary of a Psychokiller

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Rippling Juices Of The Bright Eyes


Thoughts on an ever-evolving life

Darkland Poetry

Writings from Rachel Firmin


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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.


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Poetics & Rumens

Sheila Renee Parker

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