Protest

like what you see? Support me on Patreon The wreak, the havoc. The crooked chains, of the clumsy inheritor. they rattle, they spur. The corrupted curs of the dictating blood splatter. We bite, we shove. In agony to reach the pain's true love. we hearken to death, for justice is our final rest. this was...

Stains

A Martyr's Grace

Twinkle

This post is a response to a daily prompt here PS. This daily prompt was made for this blog. Blissful summer nights, under the calms of the aging moon, lie poets filling words with lies gazing further than the ignorant fool. The east end sparkles, lit up with the passion of delight. The fire burns...

Fierce

This post is a response to a daily prompt here Fire burns the thousand suns, never running, never undone. Easterners come, to seek the forge. Barking freedom at the cause. Lies lay flat, out to discover. In the Fierce fire of discord.

OCD

this post is a response to a daily prompt here Empty streets unladen sheets. Raw and crisp untainted by heat. Youthful joy, unwritten defeats. Tremor-less fortunes on a blank writhing cheek.

Our Storm

This is a response to a daily prompt here Crumbling, thrashing the wind goes blowing, howling away our dreams. Those screams, those shrieks. The awful ringing of the finals reaps. It approaches, our end. The perfect storm brewed of imperfect sand. They predicted and we fought, destiny in fever thought. Pictures replacing the memory, yearning...

“Like”

this is in response to a daily prompt here *click*click* another moment captured of a faceless face-ful creature, dwelling in a fair human body admired for their outer skin. *click*click* they go ticking, reinforcing the desire, giving statistical "like" value to a facade of an appearance. raising the esteem'd above, drowning the un-forgiven below. How...

The Cases of Life

this is a response to a daily prompt here Black leather covering, etched in silver sides, filled with paper, legal documents and a hint of vodka. The first suitcase I ever came across was my father's. Only saw it a few times though, the same can be said of its owner. Large, brown, torn up...

Misplaced

This is a response to a daily prompt which can be seen here Lost in the shadows, abundant in disguise. Misguided with direction. Mis-handled with the guise. Roaming free in the fortune, yet worthless in swirling ties. Unaware of the called reaching. Misplaced in the destination of life.

To Finity and Before

This post is in response to a daily prompt here To Finity and Before  Instill the serum that lets them know. Slither the taste that lets them feel. Bring unto them this gift of infinite decree. Enlighten them, with the knowledge; beyond degrees. Slaughter their dreams of forever to be. Teach them how life, ceases...