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I would rather burn in your flames than freeze on your stone. I would smolder and burn rather than feel nothing at all. I would give my blood before I softly atone. I would rather burn in your flames than freeze on your stone. Though I am the wrongly accused burning at y... - Poetry > All PoetryWherefore is the sky blue? If the heavens turn black with all colors existent Wherefore is the sky blue? Could the sky choose her color from emerald to maroon amber to gray? Wherefore did the sky choose blue? Is blue the color of sadness of love; of emotion; of old; of new of tangi...
- Poetry > Free VersePinch me: as this ribbon of crimson floods down from my eyes. as salt kisses blood on my lips. as birds fall from the skies (I must be dreaming. Aren’t I?) Awaken me: as the sun fades to the west as his grand finale. as the moon never rises for it has fallen from her vantage point as t...
- Poetry > Free VerseThere’s this thin white string drifting off the ceiling— Swinging in the air in a room where such air is nonexistent. It looks like the broken fragment of a spider web Meaning that somewhere, a mother spider is mourning for her broken home. This spider with tears in her eyes must know...
- Poetry > Free VerseThe lightning Crumbles, The thunder Screams, The rain Clatters Down on that black road. Oh, what tyranny Rules, The heavens To make those skies Cry. Cry, So loudly. Loud for the merciful to Hear But not to Act Upon the shrieks of terror. Oh what mutiny, Does the sky, Whisper,...
- Poetry > Free VerseMy vertebrae are tangled and woven to curve like a snake. My only question is... can my wings grow from this crooked spine? Can wings grow from what is broken? from what is less than perfect? Does this spiral render me flightless? But maybe that is what will make my wings un...
- Poetry > Free VerseThese poison drops release from your lips and I don’t recall the color of the venom but I remember how they infected me and how they drowned in my indigo veins. And because I am infected, this poem will never arrive to her finale. So, serpent, be glad for you killed me. and as I scream ...
- Poetry > All PoetryYour knife spins through this air, piercing what I am just learning; these jays in the dark cry as love fails to halt the wrath from churning. Silver clangs on the wooden floor, killing what is not breathing; Death signed its name eons past, before even this blood was flowing. T...
- Poetry > All PoetryI am a writer. I pen words to what cannot be explained by one who is ruled by the workings of his left brain. I am a writer I can see poetry in a lonely coffee cup that has long ago lost its steam on a family owned restaurant’s Lysol-wiped countertop. I am a writer When my hands have misp...
- Poetry > Free VerseBlood is always red When it breathes the air Grass is always green Under summer’s kiss His skin may be different colored She may only look through one eye And he may love another man And she may want to die. Words can be more than words They can also knot the noose Words...
- Poetry > Free VerseMy fear is my talisman Clinging to my throat Sparkling as a Black ruby Clinging to my throat. Paranoia is my melody Screeching in my ears: Music from my Dark Violin Screeching in my ears. Apprehension is my dance Flying on tiptoes Swirls on Black satin ballet shoes F...
- Poetry > Song LyricsThe tears run From my palms into the ocean And the water burns my heart As it shudders into slow motion (shh. Shh) The sand crinkles Under my bare feet as the grains cool down And the water chills the fire That burned so loud And now flickers into nothing And I’m just standing here Wai...
- Poetry > Free VerseThose thick clouds lace together in gray silk to create a gown of storms, Awakening, the lavender sprigs’ eyes as they drown the air in their musky perfume. Falling, the rain, stitching together the flowers and the clouds. Teaching, me how to breathe for I had forgotten how...
- Poetry > All PoetryI want to write a happy poem, one that isn't about pain or fear, but of a smile that can make even the greatest fear, well, disappear. I want to write about birds' wings as they fly high, high and free, feathers falling to give humans only a snowflake in the blizzard of freedom I want to...
- Poetry > Free VerseHave we done this again? Have we played the same game? Are you proud of me? What is my name? If I told someone, They would not see: The bruises on my arms, The scars on my skin, My eyes that are tinted olive and violet, They notice the outside of me Spin me through the sky Tempt me...
- Fiction > Thriller/MysteryIn the ancient era, seven wonders reined the land across Egypt, Babylon, Greece, and Rome. In their time, the Wonders were the diamonds in the companionship of life itself, as well as, temples, statues as high as the moon and stars, and tombs and gifts to a king’s beloved. All of these diamonds ha...
- Poetry > Free VerseMy pencil leaks my mind onto paper, --etching a piece of me into forever unless, of course, the paper is burned or crumbled and ripped into shards which would be a horrid fate for a leaf of paper. --Such an innocent item can be the basis for anger. If one word I scribe is amiss, ...
- Fiction > All FictionDoes a forest exist in this Earth that is not, in its own, individual way, beautiful? The trees, whether they be grandiose redwoods or magical oaks, stand as if they are stern guards over the forests’ bottoms. Birds of all sizes and colors sing a different concerto for each forest, enveloping all ...
