Feeling the burning deep inside.
It’s hard to please me, but I’m willing to let you try.
This could be trouble, flying high and free.
I am wanting for you so desperately.
Show me how it is and take me there.
I’m asking you now, to give me as much as my body will allow.
You take my breath away so effortlessly.
Perhaps I am waiting for you and you are waiting for me.
So believe me when I say this.
For it is completely true.
I want to do everything, all for you.
As the sun is setting,
A chill is in the air.
The goblins and ghouls are coming,
It would be wise to prepare.
Face paint and gauze,
Blood,guts and gore,
Witches and fairies,
Which do you have in store?
Frightening scenes await you,
Too hair raising to believe.
So gather your costumes,
It’s All Hallows’ Eve!
Your pathway is lit,
The Jack-o-Lanterns plenty.
Some funny ,some scary,
Some sad and some sweet,
So get yourselves ready,
It’s time to trick or treat !!
This chick (the one writing this here blog post ;) ) is surfing on one happy wave at the moment. I have been given the opportunity to participate in an upcoming magazine called Outpost 28 as the resident poet :)
From the site: ” OUTPOST 28 is a quarterly pulp magazine that features tales of the supernatural, macabre, horrific, and fantastic as well as some of the best illustrators in the world! “
I will have 3-5 poems featured in each issue. I have also been given the honor of having my work illustrated to.
The accomplished artists I will be keeping the company of include:
Along with writers:
Belinda Miller, Jake Bauer, Kevin Buntin and more
Pretty spiffy huh? ;)
I am very excited :D This is a brand new situation for me. Wish me luck and pre-order one by clicking on the picture cover if you’re feeling benevolent!
Sweet fragility, not to be plucked from the earth and not to be trampled under foot. Pristine and pure, shrouded in the shadow of the forest. As just one sunbeam makes it’s way through the canopy of leaves, your thirst is quenched.
From the day of my birth, through the turbulent days of adolescence, to the trials of being a young adult — to the life of an adult woman — I have grown and been mowed down countless times. Only to spring back to life. Downed countless times, though never to be discounted, because my will is fierce and my love is profound. My light – my inner compass – is a brilliant force and only when you are touched by it, can you ever really understand..
Little orbs of emotion cling gently to your face. One is for sadness, one is for joy, three are for love, because love comes in more than one form. Another is for grief and one more for loneliness.These are the things I feel, these forms are expressions of who I am. Things from within turned inside out, gracing existence with its visage. Whole universes exist within a tiny drop of water, a single tear, in a single raindrop. A whole story beyond what it seen.
Though chaste and with haste your lips press onto mine. Your lips on my lips …the singular thought is enough to make my heart shudder within my chest, a sudden gallop fueled by unsung desire and secret infatuation. The singular action turns that gallop into a frantic sprint for a quick moment, as my body tingles with the rush of adrenaline. Then you are gone, my closed eyes must stay closed. For I can feel the tears welling up behind these lids of mine. How I wish you would have stayed longer. It was just a dare for you but it was so much more for me. For a moment there though, I was light as a feather and I will treasure that moment until my last breath.
I sway, you swoon. Dripping with your elegant darkness; it’s like a cloak wrapped around you. So naive little flower, how you are under the illusion that it can protect you. You are so very mistaken, for the stem will be cut and you will bleed your juices. You will descend into the inky cold, preserved and extended for a time. You will slowly…ever so slowly wither, fed an elixir to keep you half alive. In the end you will perish for the beauty you offer. It matters not anymore though, for you are mine and in this moment we dance together.