Hallway


Hallway.

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Hallway to my soul. Leave me in your white lines. Your inked memories that stained the pages of my mind. Marry me with illusions of love. Sweet and pure. Let it stain and strain as i fall into an abssy of fleur.

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.picture by my talented hubs @chaseroflight Yup its hanging in our hallway

Black Widow

They say 

she is a natural beauty

brown hair, eyes.

Skin so ivory.
All she sees are

cracks and pores.

Impurities and flaws

wider than the gap between her speech.
Lies and those laid

beyond her and the secrets she keeps
Laying it down as it haunts her.

Oh she tries to sleep.

Her skin crawling with unknown identities. 

They see the smile

their stepford grins

cherry pies and cream.
And longs to rip it apart

and let sink.
Don’t know what she might scheme

left to her own device

and without a single wink. 

Loaded to go…

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The no is 2.


The no is 2.

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2 glasses

 and I’m down the hall to you.

I can’t leave you even if I wanted to. 
2 hands

on the arc of the door to you.

One step to reality and another to Oz. So are you the wizard?
2 things 

I can’t deny 

That it’s a mess 

And yet it’s reality?
Can we fix ”tis house of cards 

Or crumble 

Do we let it burn?
2 tugs

 and I’m under.

Can’t escape the weight of your love and wonder. 

No more.

I want more. 
I’m leaving reality again for

 2 more hours,

Ours. 

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Sweet dreams. Night night.


Just the sound of the fan turning 

The peace 

The quiet 

Cars running in a distance 

Soft covers 

Warm sheets

Nights like this makes me dreamy 

And I don’t really feel like falling asleep

Yet sandman draws me but not before I write this last piece.

Be my muse ?


Be my muse?

Come,

Come in be my muse.

Amuse me,

show me how you sparkle.
Be brilliant 

And dazzling 

Sweet , 

Coy,

funny.

Be mad,

Annoying 

passionate in all 

You do.
Come,

take my hand 

Let me read the palms of your life.

See the fire and journeys in your eyes 
Your destiny 

A brilliant one

Awaits 

in the scripting hands 

of your creator,

Come.

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F this !


F this 

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Yeah you’re right.

You are 99.9% correct all the time .

And I’m wrong,

100% Tainted in my soul.

Is it a Sin if anger burns under your skin?

Would you ask to be forgiven if it was you instead in knee deep?
Yeah you’re right.

I could, should , must have done better.

I open and shut all the drawers of my miserable excuses only to be confronted by the horror of your disbelief.

Shall I run like I always do like a puss in the night?

Shall I stand brave and take it all ? 

I shudder, gag I can’t swallow it all. 

Write becauseĀ 

Write because
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I write in the night because my words speak clearer and smoother than they do in the light.

I write late while the world sleeps and the spark in my mind fires at top speed.

I write after dark because the voice that speaks to me whispers in harsh tones demanding to have weight.

I write because I need a platform to be heard when the last light of the day has dim and the star needs to be seen.

I write when I’m lonely,  when I feel lost and depressed. They come like tumbling weed to my bellows bearing comfort or amusement.

I write when my muses makes me smile.
I grin like a silly fool and think of all sorts of fun things that we do.

I write for this moment in this space to leave behind a little something more than pictures. Perhaps this is a window to the mind of a wanderer never quite finding her footing on solid ground.

I write freely and can be anything and everything or nothing. And that’s fine, It’s my comfort zone.

I wrote to one day read this again and be happy that I’ve captured this moment and you have read what silly notions I’ve wrote. 

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