where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
“Flaccid dreams lover boy,” she says. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” “It means you’re a soft cock even in your dreams,” she says with an evil grin, as she tosses the vase towards him. With a simple backhand he deflects it, only to find her already mid-flight.
“Why yes dear, today I’m going out to visit some guy I met on tinder for a gang bang with his four mates. Apparently they are all well hung and know just how to take care of an older woman.” She says in a croaky voice, jokingly impersonating her grandmother.
See incomplete sentences written across the sands of what will be a wasteland of apocalyptic tendencies, within the mirror of scrutiny scars are made, the devil hiding in the image of an angel, asking for the word of your god to set him free, a believe, a deceiver, a fornicating temptress showering you with her …
Continue reading "Quiver Beyond The Wetness Created By Lust – Unhinged Poem"
We are but the rotten, we see the sin within, terror on perpetual motion, darkness alive underneath the snow, we cried a song of unhappiness, a goodbye of wordless lies, you buried the bloody carcass, You tried to hide what you had done, but in a world built on endings, the beginning is not really …
Continue reading "Mistakes Given Beneath The Quiver – Unhinged Poem"
If unicorns were easier to write about, I would have several volumes of some really good shit. Sadly, a horse with a massive dildo strapped to its head doesn't make for good material... Matt She smiles awkwardly, in the way you would if you were trying to be sarcastic. But unfortunately, she doesn’t have the …
Round the kaleidoscope of failed dreams, sits the tomorrow that was once meant to be, but now we have a mirror, broken, betrayed, we wish for the promise, while the lies are given out, a dollar, a penny, a payment for the inconvenience placed upon the shoulders of yesterday’s conversations, can you be the mighty, …
Continue reading "Run From The Forsaken Dragon – Unhinged Poem"
A misused version innocently recreated, your version was incomplete, while mine was uncontrollable, we hesitate, we hinder, the glory of the darkness, a game within itself, a mirror of opportunities, blood upon the ground, a world screaming in union, an ending, more profound....
We single out the forgotten son, waving his ignorance in the worlds face, a target mistaken for a man, a man misused as a plan, we sense and sin, we give freedom without hope, a tomorrow lost, a dawn of dystopian dysfunctional disasters, like a millipede without any legs, our isolation of insanity, flesh scrubbed …
Continue reading "You Gave The Gravel A Run – Unhinged Poem"
We forgave the darkness when it came, for it rode upon the horse without a name, a twisted version of a children’s fable, dirty birdie covered in vomit, hedonistic cowards standing in a row, whistling the song that must be sung, words without words, drums without a drum, my magnificent beauty, my final reprieve, septembers …
Continue reading "Whispers In The Isolation Of Yesterday’s Mistakes – Unhinged Poem"
“H-H-How do we stop it?” “There is no we Michael, there is only you. This tear in all things important, is your burden to bare, and in that you must be the one to solve its riddle.” “B-B-But, I don’t know what to do!” He says, looking up at him.
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
Words of a Wayward Clown
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
beautiful thinking
Truths of mine, in which I hope you find yourselves
