where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
A facade in blood.
A memory without moments.
My sin it sinks in.
Her words cut like a knife across my throat.
A devil for the first day she said, an angel for the last.
It was bitterness.
It was hate.
For thee who holds my hand, won’t sow my seed.
The bitch.
How broken I am.
How flatulent I have become.
Yes you heard my words true.
Even a demon cry in the end.
So take this breath.
Spread your wings.
Don’t sin.
Don’t break.
Don’t leave a mark.
Tiresome and worthless.
For the end to the start.
To live in pretend fame or die in fiery flame
K Is Silent k Is SiLeNt K iS siLENT kIsSiLeNt
If you like poetry, short stories, political rantings and/or articles then you have come to the right place.
Poems, Short stories, and more.
Write everyday for 365 days. Fact, fiction and everything in between.
Fan Fiction and Fan Art
so much to say and such little time
A domain for independent writing
Writing in the shadows
By Kel Dayheart
the world turns on a word
A place for storytelling, poetry, and other wordy things. Come have a read!
The world where the arcane pervades all but rules few
Read on, it's good for the brain.
the genre of true crime is asking for a reinvention. just look at how it's dressed.
Short Stories - Mostly dark ones!
Writing and Stuff by Chris Hall - Storyteller and Accidental Blogger
I'm Technically a Writer - **On Indefinite Hiatus**
beautiful thinking
Truths of mine, in which I hope you find yourselves
