Many years ago I bought my 7 year old daughter an Oragami kit. After dinner one night she decided to open it. She made me a cup and a paper airplane. I remember thinking to myself how fun it looked and asked her to hand me the Oragami book so I could find something amazing to make.…
I still believe in the magic of true love. Ice crystals formed White lace spiders Spelling out her name The house was dark The windows dirty Residents long gone She came to the house Decades ago a child Abandoned At the age of three Just another mouth to feed She came here Met the man…
I don’t want to be trapped On the pages I’ve written A place where old scribbles Stare back in taunting rhyme Or be buried and entombed With the regrets collected Stained mosaic memories Reminding me of places I had once been confined I don’t want to be consumed By the heartbreak or deceit Spawned by…
When I began blogging a few years ago I believed it would be a solitary journey. I believed I would type some words on a screen, hit publish, and maybe feel content knowing the words might land someplace they were wanted and/or needed. I never really expected that I would end up having conversations with…
Chris Carter, my guest today, blogs at The Momcafe. She didn’t know that by writing these thoughts she would also be helping me sort out some serious issues. Over this past weekend I had a moment, a few hours actually, where I was letting the past trigger extreme anxiety. The anxiety was fueling anger and…
These knives drip cerise history The life blood of past martyrs Have been absorbed by sandy gravel Knives crafted to feed our names To our virgin soil; our earth Tilling our plots of land into stories We will create our own sacred ground
Please visit me at “The Journal of Wall Grimm” today. Please Note: The Blog is RATED R.
Originally posted on pushing our limits:
Stride by sivel120001 via DeviantArt.com My fingers press against the cold glass causing the area just around them to fog from my warmth. I’d love to break this glass that tells me I’m not pretty enough, sexy enough, skinny enough… I’d love to break it and cut away this…
31 DAYS OF HORROR Who is Jessica? Well, all I really know is… Written by Jessica B. Bell and Hastywords “It’s the house on the left,” I told her with fright “The one with the gate that looks like broken teeth And smells like old meat that’s been left overnight and something unthinkably fouler beneath.”…
31 DAYS OF HORROR (LINK UP YOUR SCARY CONTRIBUTIONS IN THE COMMENTS) The Reclining Gentlemen (one of my very best blogging friends) and I wrote this Fictional Short together a few years ago. Much like the poetic duets we just took turns letting the story tell itself! I think it fits the horror theme…
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