Monthly Archives: March 2017


Lost split, twins dismissed….

One in heaven, the other in hell, didn’t

kiss and tell…

I loved you then, and I love you

know, shall we make a truce our

one vow?

I, was never vanilla…..

more like shadowy greys,

pondering disarrays….

You, with a funeral glow, death

in tow….

I, drawn, walking on the edge, you with

a razor, how my skin would slice, dice,

as you pieced me to you…..

Together we became halos and

horns, the cross adorned…..

*Picture taken from Pinterest*




I can still feel him on my

lips from the night before…..


*Picture taken from Pinterest*


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

chester maynes

Poetry and Poems

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