I’ve forgotten What it’s like Not to write My feet no longer balk At the brambles and vines Obscuring the cobblestone path To the oak doors of my mind My hand does not curl Into a hesitant fist To knock against the surface Waiting for the chimes To herald my entrance I refuse to loiter… Continue reading Write On…
His eyes were a rich auburn swirl, like whiskey beckoning her to indulge a taste of sin. When he smiled, she averted her gaze; inhibitions prettily dressed in flush purity. But this was no place for the innocent, where bodies gyrated and writhed in fevered rhythms to hypnotic music melting tension from the bones. She’d… Continue reading Dance With the Devil
The wind shuffled by him, carrying the weight of the day on its shoulders with a forlorn sigh. And dusk trudged behind, dragging its dark cloak of sackcloth over the dwindling light of the sun. But the city was caught in its own restless hum, in spite of the brooding murmurs that grew with the… Continue reading Eye of the Night
Distractions clamored like a boisterous riot, dragging her from the meditative white space that had coaxed words to slip through the bone cage of her thoughts. They sucked her into a violent vortex, scrambling her conscious until she could hear the mocking laughter of her demons. But within the broken spaces of that shattered silence,… Continue reading Equilibrium
Flaws and vices are the imperfections that make someone human. But Jasmine can find none in Paul. He's an unorthodox creation, crafted in perfection. He always knows the right thing to say and makes her heart flutter with every romantic act. She's powerless to the sway of his silver tongue. Addicted to the sweet poison… Continue reading Charlatan – Weekend Writing Prompt #101
Mischief wanted moreThan to play hiddenWithin lunar cyclesIt bled through night's seamsWith the presenceOf a thousand snakesAnnounced itselfIn the portent of a lone wolf's howlAnd provokedThe sun's entanglementFrom nurturingThe pure and innocent things
Teach meHow to feelBooks only offeredEphemeral warmthLeaving behind No empathic traceIn this cold crumbling chamber I fear this world has made meToo apatheticMore misanthropicSo teach me How to feelHow to have faithBefore it's too late
