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blackvamp1
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Bipolar

Yesterday I was optimistic as the sun, broad as the sky, impish as the morning mist. Now I bleed, slowly, like a finger through my letterbox. Today,the sky-hooks are embedded in my fllesh again, and I am dead inside....

Added 01 Nov 2016 | Category Poetry | Votes 6 | Avg Score 5 | Views 389 | 5 Comments

Rain

The rain which beats upon the glass points the way to poison gas. The sun which warms the stagnant pool goes down at dusk and leaves it cool. The clouds mushrooming overhead tell us there’s much more to dread. The lightning stroke which tears the sky carries death to low and high. Good and evil, love and hate, they’re all waiting at the gate. Betrayal, fear, pain, and death can be...

Added 13 Oct 2016 | Category Poetry | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 589 | 2 Comments

Child

once my belly was as full as the moon, till God scowled upon my boy and made him die; now we are afraid to speak to one another, you and I, lest we bring him back to us....

Added 12 Oct 2016 | Category Poetry | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 511 | 1 Comment

Somewhere

somewhere a drowned man walks along the shore, bemoaning the dry land on which he walks. he doesn’t notice the rank seaweed caught in his hair like a beggar’s crown. the abortion room gives up its dead while the colour of blood is still red is red. a woman sits alone wandering in wit then walks in a circle over and over it like a bored pair of compasses. her brain decomposes, as...

Added 05 Oct 2016 | Category Poetry | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 418 | 1 Comment

Bullied

In the black ball of the sky the weary moon tries to outdo the stars, but it is too much for the ancient fool! The haystacks, like sliced hot dogs sauced in black, blend into the deep grey night, and are recklessly in denial. The wind, though icy, coddles the darkling landscape, yet nothing roosts. She pulls out the short thick rope...

Added 02 Oct 2016 | Category Poetry | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 581 | 1 Comment

Scarecrow

in a field he stands, his feet in darkness, his dirty ragged face dull with the moon’s silver light. the festoonery of rags is about him, each borrowed garment with its story. those eyes he wears are not blind withal; the empty sockets are filled with seeing. last night there were two in the lane, and he watched a dreadful violation; heard the terror in her voice, saw the sharp blade...

Added 25 Sep 2016 | Category Poetry | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 509 | 3 Comments

Crows

once I watched just after dusk a huge flock of birds fly massively from an old mildewed pier. deserted it was; the pier I mean. it had sat there in its stinking mould for many years, friendless and alone. then the birds, crows I’m sure, (though they say crows only roost in trees) detached themselves from the dark silhouette and skimmed the sky. as one small flock passed overhead a...

Added 23 Sep 2016 | Category Poetry | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 617 | 4 Comments

I Remember My Dress

I remember my dress close-fitting and black imprisoning my body like shrink wrap I remember my hair long and dark brown with a narrow band of velvet tight over my frown I remember that day we made our plans and with promises like a welding torch you said you would never desert me your eyes two blotches of sealing wax revealing nothing. now I am yours forever; and from where you cut...

Added 21 Sep 2016 | Category Poetry | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 406 | 2 Comments

Parts

I wonder then if that is why I chain you up and steal your eyes? I really need all that you are, become for me a rich bazaar. Give me your lungs to help me breathe, I’ll prise them out with gentle ease. Relinquish that: a Roman nose and how about a pair of those: kidneys are they? Nicely done! Your legs as well, now you won’t run. I’ll have your ears to help me hear, I’ll take...

Added 25 Oct 2014 | Category Poetry | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 637 | 1 Comment

Why is the sky so silent

Why is the sky so silent. Clouds hang around like junkies. The sun, floating mountebank, hides slyly, and is as clever as he looks. On a black branch sits a crow, its ragged feathers an insult to decorum. He pretends to preen, but gets on with his real business, the old amoral spy. We won’t find meaning here, in this devil’s back- yard. One of the higher branches lifts its bony...

Added 15 Oct 2014 | Category Poetry | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 814 | 2 Comments

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storiesspace
Happy Birthday from the team at Stories Space.
01 Jan 2019 00:30
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Happy Birthday from the team at Stories Space.
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Happy Birthday from the team at Stories Space.
01 Jan 2016 00:30
storiesspace
Happy Birthday from the team at Stories Space.
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26 Nov 2014 15:53
maryruth
thanks for the invite
27 Sep 2014 19:41
peterm306
Thank you for the add. You're a very talented author.
27 Sep 2014 08:18
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