Does she roam every day, with her beautiful sorrow her only companion, on that simple piece of earth wherein his bones rest?
/ Inspired from a photo by Johanne Brunet
The first sign of light was from minuscule filament wires within the globes that lined the walls, little orange worms of electricity, spa…
Oh Moon, my Moon, / tripping the sky, / slash me with thy wicked tongue— / teach me, make me fly! Oh Moon, my Moon, / with thy burnished …
I wrote this back when I was in college. / © 1995
Big mouth never closes, / gulping air to chew the words— / hole in my face gapes open, / a nest of chattering birds. / Spittle runs bubbly / ...
Written during a very dark period of my life, between the depression and bipolar diagnoses. ©1993
Looking in the mirror, she was suddenly acutely aware of the fact that she could be witnessing something very familiar for possibly the l…
This is a short story I’ve entered into the “Blood Red – All things Vampiric” group’s “first blood/first time you ‘took the plunge’” competition. It’s the first piece of written work I’ve submitted since I joined Redbubble a year and a half ago, so I hope everyone likes it! x
I found myself once again crippled by the act of doing nothing, pressing my face against the cold glass of my bedroom window….....
This is a work produced for English, written through the voice of a great Gothic novelist like Henry James or Emily Bronte.
Passing the cup / from one to the next, / each convulsing hand / touches my blood to his lips. On down the line, / to each starving soul, ...
The trials and tribulations of being an empath… ©1995
All the elements have, / at some time, been my lover— / I, whore to earthly things, / I love all that suffer… all but the sun, too bri…
Written during a very dark period of my life, between the depression and bipolar diagnoses. ©1994
Long, slim bones / scratch tracks down my / bare, powder-white back. Strange, hollow knuckles crack / for want of blood / and make popping…
Written during a very dark period of my life, between the depression and bipolar diagnoses. ©1995
Let me be the arcane angel / atop the tree outside your room— / hang me high from its branches / so that I darkly dangle / in the face of th…
Written during a very dark period of my life, during my struggle with finding the rights meds for my bipolar. ©1996
For when I die, / my corpse cold and blue, / I have a favor / to ask of you. / If there’s no need in this world / for the thing you call my he…
Written during a very dark period of my life, between the depression and bipolar diagnoses. ©1993
I know not why I live for love— / I only know I do. / One thousand loves / I could dream of / and only one that’s true. / That soul will die…
Written during a very depressed time in my life, between my depression and bipolar diagnoses. I was also listening to The Cure a lot. :P ©1993
a junk pile / of old / rusted leaves / t U m b l e s / through the alley / like dead skins / on / fire
©1993
With my ear pressed against / the cool wall of death, / a hugging calm / settles over my body. / You all stand around / looking / full of fear….
Written during a very dark period of my life, between the depression and bipolar diagnoses. ©1993
My brother sits on mother’s shelf / In sombre hues of grey / Like flower plucked and soon to fade / But captured for a day The wringing h…
I was creeping myself out looking at Victorian post mortem photography, the fashion of taking pictures of dead loved ones… I scribbled this gothic poem and creeped myself out even more thinking about it. I’ll have to do an art piece to match it one day.
“I thought I told you…!” he started, before being cut off. / “Shove it, goth lord. Have fun on your own.”
An entry for the second challenge in Blood Red, the vampire group, on the theme What’s Been Lost
Agapita plays hide n seek / in her pretty dress / her hair an ungodly mess / nose springing a leak / finger put in place to hold back the dis…
The strange but regular booming served to heighten the oppressive atmosphere and I confess to a certain trepidation as I continued my som…
By a Gentleman
now know me as darkness / sifting through time / seething, nature, primal, unflinching
Live no longer in shadow and walk amidst the day
our bodies convulse to the same electric pulse / we sing the siren song..together in time I stare into her deep dark eyes…the world s…
This poem is for the one i love….wherever she may be…
....They raped her land with disregard, once Oceans green and blue….
A glimpse of the very possible future
She assured herself momentarily that these were merely the phantoms of dreams. That she would before long awake in the comfort of bed wit…
A Gothic/Romantic style short ghost story, inspired by otherworldly Irish writer Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu.
A story written during emotional turmoil, and one of my most… oddest moments.
Too short, and sweet, for an extract
This goes with Bombshell Epitath, a digital painting that is also uploaded here. If and when it ever goes into a book, properly, it will be with that picture .. probably a grayscale version, but definitely that picture.
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