Thump

A tiny thump started it, the worry and anxiety. Laying still in bed, staring at the ceiling fan, and counting tiny thumps; my mind raced. I twisted and turned in my sheets, flopping from one side of the bed to the other restlessly. What am I going to do? With my eyes closed tight, I counted … More Thump

Failing to Fall

The ground shattered below my feet But I shall not stop to stare. The earth faded piece by piece But my face must show no care. I’ve found that hatred comes easy to those Who do not care to find it, And the ones I hate only appear When they care to remind it. The … More Failing to Fall

Halls of Echoes

Empty, the place seemed empty. She counted the footsteps that echoed back at her. Where is he? She imagined all the horrors that could have befallen him since he ran away. “Here kitty. . ” She yelled hesitantly, tilting her ear toward the black abyss. The only sound was the echo of her own voice as it … More Halls of Echoes

At Bed’s Edge

He sat and waited until the sun peaked over the edge of the horizon, covered from head to toe in blankets that no longer draped his bed. He exhaled, they smell like her. The room was eerily quiet he thought as his eyes scanned his surroundings for potential noise makers. “One, two. . Three?” He … More At Bed’s Edge

Death By Insolation

I cleaned up the kitchen on a whim, straightened, scrubbed, and swept; it was spotless! I had four days of bliss, four days of unhindered, unconditional happiness, and I basked in it. Each day was filled with love again for having a home by keeping it clean. you looked for me to post this. The … More Death By Insolation

DISCLAIMER

If you don’t like what I write, there are millions other of blogs to follow, don’t creep on mine. I don’t need a private blog to post poetry to appease anybody. If it offends from here on, the error was on your part. My poems are strictly fiction. IF YOU DONT LIKE WHAT I POST … More DISCLAIMER