Mark my safety on a line between dredge and transparency Indicate where I’ll be in a year for the wellbeing of dependency Instigate a moment that will make me worry for a while End it for the time being and drink the tears of the nile Produce the openness that we need desperately Into each … Continue reading Pain as an institution.
Meagerly building an empire of my very own. Ode to the true days Where you could take what wasn't yours and let your seeds grow. Ode to the rope that binds me. Why haven't you moved me? Im waiting to be shoved off my throne into the dirt and have my stomach ripped open and … Continue reading Roping and waiting and lapping it up
I decided to give myself a history lesson on Napoleon Bonaparte. He was a fantastic military leader who changed the world with his policies more than his wars. In fact, many of his battles were more for the defence of the Republic of France rather than for conquest. There were quite a few things that … Continue reading Ten Misconceptions about Napoleon Bonaparte
Thanks to you. Easy mornings forever. I'm a mess and you tidy me up. Shave my face. Splash it with the water you draw. Ready, Ready, Ready, Thanks to you. Explosive It shouldn't be controlled Easy mornings forever Thanks to you.
In an instant. Your day could change, Like a moment it blazes its way. And your mind lets it sear a spot. In your pretty little soul.
The hook, the hook. let it slice and cut and bleed you out. Everybody is screaming for the hook to enter and rip. To scream is to bleed and you will. We all will. Deep, dark, live, snark. Sad, open, fairy tales seeding love into your dull life. lovely height lets you see more of … Continue reading The hook
You paid for it, let it bleed you white
I am getting my inspiration from the titles of obscure Scifi novels. I hope this isn't illegal... It made its’ world in a moment by showing the world its colour. opaque in grimy destiny the egg seemed to yell “crack me, CRACK ME!” and its readiness brought destitution as no one wanted to hurt the egg. It came from space, it came from a wonderful space that was larger than you and I could even imagine.
Mina placed the last piece of cutlery on the table. It was part of an antique silverware set her grandmother left to her when she passed. Mina knew her grandmother would be delighted to see her using the set for a dinner party. She looked at the clock, it was nearly seven and her guests … Continue reading A story about Mina