It was an unholy romance.
It's the end... but how could I have known the voices were coming from the mirror all along?
My love for you is killing me.
You have one hand, I have no heart.
Why do you insist on keeping me this way?
WARNING: This is extremely dark and twisted. NOT for the faint of heart, please don't be offended if you prefer my nature poems, more of those to come soon I promise. Thanks for reading!
A small twisted love story, that was not meant to last.
Are you a product of sex and violence?
"Want to know the secret I've been hiding for so long, Hope?" The girl who killed my father gave a sinister smile as she said those words.
"We are the pair that they'll discuss.
Yes, this world will remember us."
(Frank Wildhorn - This World Will Remember Us)
[The painting on page nine is by Jacqueline Gnott]
Your friend comes knocking on your door late at night. You stumble to the front door and answer.
This is more optimistic than it first might seem
A fun holidays menus list for something different
A poem I wrote today, a work in progress for my monster/horror love poem manuscript.
My mind is stuck in a world of B & W.
In the middle of the woods the sound of footsteps can be heard. Red cheeks with blue eyes , blonde hair kissed by the moonlight, the little girl searches around. Her small hands touches the cold ...