Monthly Archives: September 2016


That he is adorable, so much younger than me,

but, could he be the key to unlocking…me…..

His eyes like the skies, i want to dip and fly…in


His hair neat, calm, and imagine getting

tangled there, just to hear his breath against

my neck….

I’d like to taste him, hard, soft, maybe, teases

just to see shadows cross over, the afterlife waiting,

baiting, will he, or won’t he….?

Could praying hands touch sin and still


He knows…because i told him so…..


The Skin I Live In: Jedrek Pordzik + Konstantin Vasiliev by Ian Chiang



A spider fell in love with the sun, The way his light made her work sparkle. So she spun her thread, To be close, For just one moment. Because spiders know, You can’t hold onto anything, Forever.

via Sun — dandeliongirl01


I feel you in my depths Our soul connection In the deepest parts Two lives intertwined Becoming one life Two hearts beat as one These minds share thoughts Two become one A mystery revealed Time and space Do not constrain We move beyond Becoming one heart One soul One mind Our love breathes Our life […]

via Connected — Phoenix Risen



Standing in the morning light gazing, dazing,

wondering what you are thinking….when my heart

is breaking…..

You gave me glimpses, but, you would rather talk

to trees to those who believed….

Strolling in purple fields laughing at the

wind, your twin….

Your spirit remains, contains in the end,

where you blend….whispering in the trees

that carry your breeze….


*I wrote this poem when my husband passed that was

also featured in his service. I dedicate this poem with

my heart and soul to all that he was*

Photo credited to Pinterest

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A Student Literary Journal

hands in the garden

short poems 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