The tips of evil reached and stole
Precious humans. Beautiful souls.
Loss of lives not yet done
On a night of relaxation and fun
The love that evaporated within those walls
Copiously shined through final text and calls
Sadness ruffles feelings of those far away
Having more tears than comfort to say
How does one heal from such a loss
How does one recoup the priceless cost
When will the broken heart become whole
Why not take mine....soul for soul
Let them live. Let them return to be embraced
For their families to see their smiling face
Sadness weighs on loved ones' hearts
While vultures pick them politically a part.
Allow them to grieve... t...
Rod Omontade pulled on his diffident daughter’s hand to bring her out from behind him. “Samantha, what did I promise?”Her head dropped and said something that he couldn’t hear.Rod squeezed her hand. “Dear, I cannot hear you when you speak to the--”“--floor.” She lifted her head and smiled. “I know, daddy. I know.” She sighed. “If I do all the talking that I’ll get ice cream.”Rod lowered his head to her level. “Yes. If I help you at any point you won’t get any ice cream.” He kept his voice to a level the conversation warranted. Any higher and the other patrons would call Child Protective Services and that’s the last thing he needed to deal ...
Words of bright, colors full
wrap the soul in comfort's wool
Words of dark, colors bare
wrap the soul in torture's despair.
Coated kindness, soothing cool
Lies burn the ignorant fool
Simple phrases, easily uttered
Damning life with hell's clutter
The world steals lives so young
Silencing songs yet fully sung
Mother's children picked before ripe
Due to the Devil's otherworldly spite
If we could have them back
Please give them back
Let us live a life to the full
Wrapped in their soul's comfort wool
Do not leave us bare
Wrapped in death's damning despair
Pain needs silence within
Guilt weighs heavy due to sin
Drunk to drown, Drug to bound
All...
A little girl walked home from school, dragging her feet. Her eyes red from sad. A stranded tear held on to a single eyelash. Her frown huffed a sigh. School was for the popular. No one liked her. Her red hair pigtails held up with pink bows made her ugly. Not to mention her plaid skirt and white shoes. She wasn't cool like everyone else. Her mother insisted that looking her best showed respect, but who was she respecting? It would appear that she disrespected herself. Mother was an idiot, the little girl thought.
She turned left toward the beach. It was a rare path to take, but today she felt it best to do so. The sound of the waves cal...
Some people swore that the house was haunted. I just thought the house was ancient, but my friend Dustin agreed with some. He begged me to go with him so he could prove he wasn't a scared little girl.
"Do you know why it's called the Rundown Crack House," I asked.
Dustin rambled as he shook in his too cool for him red Converse, "Cause the house gots cracks and and the ghost juices make the house creek."
I looked at him as if he left his brain in his butt like an old VW Beetle. "What are you talking about?"
His eyes widened as his hand reached for the door that apparently hid evil. If he opened it quickly the hauntedness would just reac...
I write to tattletale. Survivor is more real than people know. DON'T TOUCH ME!I love everyone - I just like some more. Truth is never told and always shown. I do eat a lot. I want to eat a lot. I believe (for some) the death penalty is more humane than life.I'm addicted to Starbucks.I love reading. I read 3 books at once. I am a late person because I get easily distracted.I don't get jealous. I become disappointed in people's lack of conducting self correct. I have a hard time lying. Evolution is a punch line.I speed to go nowhere important - work. I am loyal. I am the best friend one could ever want. I see good - not well - ...
Your frosted breath gives way
To crystallized redundant damnation
Blueberry lips murmur queasy nothings
In dead, cold, lifeless ears
Owned by unlucky fellows
Past their moment of hereYou refuse to allow what was
To stay a question
Demanding answers that sting
Demanding answers that bite
That rip what life was left
To shreds of hate, discomfort and cynicism What love could cure
Via a single touch
Single brush of the skin
Single smile of the soul
You stole, buried and spat on
Refusing to let go
Refusing to allow healing
Or coping that could hug
The sting of nasty awayThe spike wedged under the nail
Bleeding bitter; viciously and violently
S...
My mind chatters on and on
My eyes closed to shut down
To shut out
But that doesn't matter
The mind grumbles with thoughts like aftershocks
About what?
Nothing
I'm tired of tired
My exhaustion fueled by my own self
How awesome is that?
How fantastical can this suck
What damage can't be seenSleepSleepSleepBut everything's not solved
Must solve it
Must make everything betterMustMustMustThe lethargic is like syrup
Dripping like sweat
Slowing me from normal to not
One day it'll be better
Right?
One day things will be perfectly fine
Hope like a carrot dangles within grasp
But never in
Right there
Just give it to me
Patience is my impatience
Nev...
The tips of evil reached and stole
Precious humans. Beautiful souls.
Loss of lives not yet done
On a night of relaxation and fun
The love that evaporated within those walls
Copiously shined through final text and calls
Sadness ruffles feelings of those far away
Having more tears than comfort to say
How does one heal from such a loss
How does one recoup the priceless cost
When will the broken heart become whole
Why not take mine....soul for soul
Let them live. Let them return to be embraced
For their families to see their smiling face
Sadness weighs on loved ones' hearts
While vultures pick them politically a part.
Allow them to grieve... t...
Rod Omontade pulled on his diffident daughter’s hand to bring her out from behind him. “Samantha, what did I promise?”Her head dropped and said something that he couldn’t hear.Rod squeezed her hand. “Dear, I cannot hear you when you speak to the--”“--floor.” She lifted her head and smiled. “I know, daddy. I know.” She sighed. “If I do all the talking that I’ll get ice cream.”Rod lowered his head to her level. “Yes. If I help you at any point you won’t get any ice cream.” He kept his voice to a level the conversation warranted. Any higher and the other patrons would call Child Protective Services and that’s the last thing he needed to deal ...
Words of bright, colors full
wrap the soul in comfort's wool
Words of dark, colors bare
wrap the soul in torture's despair.
Coated kindness, soothing cool
Lies burn the ignorant fool
Simple phrases, easily uttered
Damning life with hell's clutter
The world steals lives so young
Silencing songs yet fully sung
Mother's children picked before ripe
Due to the Devil's otherworldly spite
If we could have them back
Please give them back
Let us live a life to the full
Wrapped in their soul's comfort wool
Do not leave us bare
Wrapped in death's damning despair
Pain needs silence within
Guilt weighs heavy due to sin
Drunk to drown, Drug to bound
All...
A little girl walked home from school, dragging her feet. Her eyes red from sad. A stranded tear held on to a single eyelash. Her frown huffed a sigh. School was for the popular. No one liked her. Her red hair pigtails held up with pink bows made her ugly. Not to mention her plaid skirt and white shoes. She wasn't cool like everyone else. Her mother insisted that looking her best showed respect, but who was she respecting? It would appear that she disrespected herself. Mother was an idiot, the little girl thought.
She turned left toward the beach. It was a rare path to take, but today she felt it best to do so. The sound of the waves cal...
Some people swore that the house was haunted. I just thought the house was ancient, but my friend Dustin agreed with some. He begged me to go with him so he could prove he wasn't a scared little girl.
"Do you know why it's called the Rundown Crack House," I asked.
Dustin rambled as he shook in his too cool for him red Converse, "Cause the house gots cracks and and the ghost juices make the house creek."
I looked at him as if he left his brain in his butt like an old VW Beetle. "What are you talking about?"
His eyes widened as his hand reached for the door that apparently hid evil. If he opened it quickly the hauntedness would just reac...
I write to tattletale. Survivor is more real than people know. DON'T TOUCH ME!I love everyone - I just like some more. Truth is never told and always shown. I do eat a lot. I want to eat a lot. I believe (for some) the death penalty is more humane than life.I'm addicted to Starbucks.I love reading. I read 3 books at once. I am a late person because I get easily distracted.I don't get jealous. I become disappointed in people's lack of conducting self correct. I have a hard time lying. Evolution is a punch line.I speed to go nowhere important - work. I am loyal. I am the best friend one could ever want. I see good - not well - ...
Your frosted breath gives way
To crystallized redundant damnation
Blueberry lips murmur queasy nothings
In dead, cold, lifeless ears
Owned by unlucky fellows
Past their moment of hereYou refuse to allow what was
To stay a question
Demanding answers that sting
Demanding answers that bite
That rip what life was left
To shreds of hate, discomfort and cynicism What love could cure
Via a single touch
Single brush of the skin
Single smile of the soul
You stole, buried and spat on
Refusing to let go
Refusing to allow healing
Or coping that could hug
The sting of nasty awayThe spike wedged under the nail
Bleeding bitter; viciously and violently
S...
My mind chatters on and on
My eyes closed to shut down
To shut out
But that doesn't matter
The mind grumbles with thoughts like aftershocks
About what?
Nothing
I'm tired of tired
My exhaustion fueled by my own self
How awesome is that?
How fantastical can this suck
What damage can't be seenSleepSleepSleepBut everything's not solved
Must solve it
Must make everything betterMustMustMustThe lethargic is like syrup
Dripping like sweat
Slowing me from normal to not
One day it'll be better
Right?
One day things will be perfectly fine
Hope like a carrot dangles within grasp
But never in
Right there
Just give it to me
Patience is my impatience
Nev...
Current Residence: Houston, TX Favourite genre of music: Anything but Rap---but I like some rap just not a HUGE fan. I think they are talented though. Personal Quote: If your offensive to be offensive you don't have a right to be offended.
I self-published two short story compilations on Amazon.One is for adults called For Older Minds. It is in paperback or e-book. The other is for kids. Fables Three Enjoy and Read .I had Deviant Art artist illustrate. For the most part that worked out. Two people I commissioned from here did not follow through on what they promised. Not too pleased about that. the worst part is they didn't communicate anything.
It has been ages since last I've posted anything. That's because I'm doing a lot of other things and this place seems to be more for artist than writers. Despite that I do come by every so often to check on what my favorite people are doing. I entered Kindle Scout's little thing that has readers nominate non-published writers' books. The one with the most nods will get their book e-published by Amazon. That's what I'm linking here: My Kindle Scout Page I have responded to a few people's works and such, but I don't know who's still around that I used to communicate a lot with. If you still wanna keep in touch, by all means post below.