Pink Panther Magazine - Feminist Art & Writing

How does
Scum form?
Are all the
Dregs that rise up
Toxic
Fouled beyond measure just
Surface tension? Or just
Lily-livered consequence;
Where
Fear rules the
Sword

I am on a road to nowhere

take me to the place where you go
where nobody knows

You rape and
Pillage. Storm my very
Heart! What is it you
Want from me? Is it my
Pound of flesh? I gave that
Eon’s back… You are
Never satisfied. No matter
That I give all I
Have.

Shy and curious at first. But as
Time passed the full
Gamut was experienced. And though
Reflection understood it was
Sorrow who held the
Moment… of time
Thwarted in the
Land of
Neglect…

Many shades of grey that
Black and white has
Turned to ash and my
Words have run away… and in
All that time
Between…a
Different path?

and i’m boiling,
dressed all in black like a crow or a widow,
wondering why i am where i am
instead of lying in your arms

Blissful ignorance is
Ok
‘till it bites you on your
Butt.
‘oh right then it’s
Personal and you take
Note…’

I breathe differently

She stands on her own
Precipice. To
Move forward is the
Possibility of death… But to
Go back is to
Decay…
“What to do?” is her
Lament.

[Video]

My pen hesitates……
waiting for the inspiration.
Like a rusty engine.

Sputtering, and skipping….
not knowing,
where it’s hand ….
will lead it.

Standing on my patio,
wit…

Fight and fright are my
Enemy.
Sweaty palms and glazed
Eyes are the result. And me
Frozen; a deer caught by her
Subconscious, screaming
Stop.

Why thou art
Obsequious? There is
Need for
Thy spirit to
Rise. To be
Contrary. ToFor
Nary thou art
Already full
Measure
Subservient to the
Realm of
Governance …

Left to
Smolder on a heap. A
Bag of bones forgotten. Her
Heart torn out and
Thrown away… Her
Mind plundered so has fled in
Terror… And this
Corpse that was once

Another DeMoonification Production.

Here sits a wood and leather box
inside which lies a treasure.
I keep it there, for it’s not often needed.

Holding back these tears
Of all the pent up hope
That you’d be in this game of two
My light by my side
You’re always ready to run
What if I need you
What would you do
Throw your arms around me
An…

Well, everyone,
I have been contemplating the existence of my account here, on RB…..
and, I really don’t spend enough time here anymore.
I feel like a ghost, coming around and viewing,
when y…