Well, will we wither together? Forever can I be by your side? Will we reminisce on day of bliss, this kiss from a beautiful bride? Well, will we wither together? Never the smile leave our face? When wrinkles weave webs on us and time takes toll on our pace? Well, will we wither together? Weather … More Will We Wither?
Originally posted on a cooking pot and twisted tales:
Welcome to my house. I’ll try hard not to terrify you to death 😉 We’ve got Black Magic, Bloody Mary ,Skulls and Bone, Flesh Juice, Crushed Bones, Pickled Veins, Marrow Worms, Boggle The Eyes’ Scary pumpkins etc, etc, Just talk to the ghoul in the house…
Unable to speak plain, so here’s a clue. The tea she serves me is a bitter brew. Strained & mixed with such salty tears yet I still drank it down for many years. The cup it is in seems ancient, cracked, my heavy heart hangs equally wracked. Chipped, scarred, pictured porcelain peeling. Some wounds can … More Blues, Blood & Another Cup of Tea
Side by side in the darkened room, strain sight seeking sweet smile. Hold her close to feel her love and also warm her for a while. Outside the sun could sing, cars croon or parrots purr and I’d still sooner sit here in the darkened room with her. Side by side in the darkened room … More In the Darkened Room
Hello Followers! I hope you can help me. I deleted a post from my site (it’s not in the trash folder either) and I would really like to recover it and publish it on my site again. I know it’s a long shot but I’m hoping that one of you still has a copy of … More Special request to my older followers
Because sharing is caring. Good to meet others in the Word Press community & hope some will Follow my site. 🙂
First my heart was broken and then it simply ceased to be. Beating seemed so senseless if it couldn’t beat for she. She left me bruised, battered; too weak the world to feel. So I grew cold cathartic, switched soft skin for shiny steel. I wandered to meet the Wizard but he did not have … More The Tin Man: Where Went Oz?
Sleep well, my little cherub. Time to rest your weary head. Though thoughts of ghouls & goblins go dancing in your head. Tomorrow belongs to witches when we’ll perform a magic feat: to transform my Angel to She-Devil for fiendish Trick or Treat. Neighbours new, neighbours old, they will both get a surprise! A delightful … More Trick or Treat?
First off, thank you to everyone who has already followed my site. I really appreciate that you’d want to be a Follower and it’s great that so many of you have enjoyed my poems and stories. When I first started posting my writing online, I didn’t really expect anybody to Follow me. I hadn’t previously … More Author’s Note – Thank You For 200 Followers (aka The Journey So Far)
He scatters words as breadcrumbs: each are a little, loving clue. They’re the only way which he can capture what he longs to say to you. He sits silent in his wheelchair while you walk away above. His eyes take in your beauty, beating heart hurts from love. His limp legs sit shaking, he wishes … More Can you see him?