I love writing dark fantasy/ imagery poetry.
She looks at me through lidded eyes as she crouches underneath my bed her irises, like flashlights pierce through me and see everything I dread.
//Lobotomized I cannot write- my thoughts have run dry, the hollowness numbs me The ghouls no longer pick & prick at my mind, they stay hidden
The three of Clover
GREEN Simplicity encoils my bones yet I am more complex than the system of roots down below. The meadows call my name,
A Chance Encounter
1902 A few years ago, the Earth split in two. The Church told us God was angry; and the adults warned us about being bad children. I was 16 then; I remember the ground shaking so violently some trees tipped over and some of our good kitchenware broke. Mom was so sad; it had been a wedding gift from her mom, passed down from her own mother, my great grandmother. The shaking lasted so long it felt like an eternity. We were outside, me and mom, hanging up the clean laundry when it happened. I latched onto a tree so hard my fingers were raw and bloody by the end of it. The ground shook and shook and ended ripping the Eastern part of our little community in half, which is where my home ended up. We have to rely on boats now if we want to go to the mainland. We got stuck with barely anything on this side apart from the church, a few pubs, the docks and whoever lived outside town. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. I actually love it here; I rarely take a boat out onto the mainland as its far too busy for my taste. I like the calm, the usual faces, the routine. I can't speak for everyone but I think life is better now; more peaceful.
Remember. Remember they ask, but remember what? How can I remember anything. Anything but her smile. The crinkles at the corner of her eyes every time she laughed at one of my boring jokes.
Crimes for Days
Looking for new hidden gems to watch? Interested in crimes and foreign languages? This might just be the list for you! First and foremost, this list will only be relevant to people who are subscribed to Netflix. If you are a crime show fanatic like I am then you must have watched a number of American shows such as CSI: Miami, CSI: New York, Castle, Criminal Minds etc.
When I was in second grade, I wanted to become a Paleontologist. I loved dinosaurs, how they looked and the fact they were HUGE. So it came as no surprise that when we finished learning about these incredible (but extinct) creatures and moved on to learn about whales, that I fell in love with these gentle giants too. Not only were these mammals also huge but they had been in existence since the time of the dinosaurs. I remember that when it came time to choose a type of whale for a class project, I chose the Humpback, which is definitely not one of the biggest, but I liked the cool bumps it had around its mouth.
A misty forest around me glows the treetops so thick the moonlight barely shows. With aching knees I walk ahead between vines and humungous flower beds.