Some of us are creatures of our own imagination, Nightmares for some, Whimsy for others. We love and learn. We feel and move on. And for those who follow blindly, There is no imagination, There is no real joy, No love, Nothing but hate, And empty promises, Of nothing. Advertisements
Poetry for the Gothic side: The Endless Night.
Originally posted on musing:
Rode a boat today It was a great day Feeling the wind through my hair As we skim across the water And through the air makes you feel so free I could just be me Not a care As we watch the world go by Like a rodeo bull rider Riding…
I’m honored to share a poem from my friend, Northern California writer Richard Turton. The Eagle Cried The acrid smell of cordite Still hovered in the air. No breeze to wash away The scent of Satan’s hair. The Medivac’s are fading now, Their cabins filled with dead. So many grisly pictures Are surging…
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Magic, myth and alien worlds all come together in this collection of short stories from Writers, Poets and Deviants. ~ A young witch and her talking dog must rid their home of unwelcome guests. ~ A pair of newsmen travel to Alaska to hear an astonishing tale of an encounter with an extinct creature. ~…
Her Cleavage. This post gets a 5 star poetry review from West Coast Review
Dark eyed Angel who lost her wings..
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