The Bulbous Beast of Castle Boudoir, Blamed me for the curse upon its head. Never will I forget the terror and Wreckage left ‘neath its pounding tread. I fled into the mountain’s mystery, Curtained beneath the broken stone. But it found me shaking in shadow, Revealed by the serpent’s clone. Howled, did I, and screeched, did it, As it trapped me beneath its towering form. … Continue reading The Bulbous Beast of Castle Boudoir
Your life is a book. It’s your story. You write it every day. Did you know that? Have you taken control of the author or narrator’s role to move your own character through their story arch? Sometimes I forget that the things I do are the result of my own decisions. Sometimes I get angry or bored or frustrated with my life. We all are … Continue reading A New Chapter of Your Life
Ghosts and vampires, Picnic table ants, Memories both good and bad. Scary monsters, Sexy witch or nurse, Dressing for lives we never had. Halloween candy’s Long gone by ten. Wear your costume anyway. No one’s watching, But your future selves. Be your own fun today! Continue reading Dancing with Your Future Self
I took some pictures. Things I’ve seen a thousand times or more. If home is where my memories live, these are the things that the walls are made of. Continue reading History of Me
Friends, I have been rather stressed lately and dealing with some increased depression. But I went for a drive a few days ago and took some pictures looking out the window. It’s amazing how beautiful the world is, even if you can’t see it at first. I’ve been looking at these pictures today and realizing how gorgeous they are. But I noticed they all have … Continue reading Fences of Freedom
This pretty purple pause brought to you by the people who work too hard, too long, for too little. Always remember that there is more to life than what you have planned, or even imagined. Continue reading Pretty Purple Pause
Morning comesAnd here I lie to myself,About my day.I’ll get things done,I have a plan to achieve,What i may.But I’m pretty clear,With honesty, I wont doAll that i plan.Ill end my day,Regretting that I had notTaken command.Perhaps i willPretend to go back in timeAnd do it right.Start again Right now, here. Get up. AchieveAll that I might. Continue reading All That I Might, a poem
Find me in the sandstorm, my love, Eyes scratched out and blind. I am waiting here for you To come to your senses in time. We were meant to be together, Even my psychic agrees. My beautiful lover, I know, You will come someday to me. Remember the time we spoke Of dreams we each held fast? And you told me that you hated How … Continue reading Blind, a poem of obsession
Darkness calls like a lover, cold in our bed. I’d like to answer in decaying kind. The screams are shaking my skull but The silhouettes say, “Carry on”. The shadows meekly wax and wane. Peripherally, I see them loitering Lost Stygian feline, begging for the Scraps of my sanity, soul, and saline. She comes for me, the Crone in her shroud, Like a grandmother, like … Continue reading Soon, My Love
I am working. I am always working. Borrrrrring! Verily, it is so. Anyway… I’m not complaining really. Just once in a while you have to yell into the void, “I am fucking bored!” But also, one should never announce such malaise, as the universal power may be influenced into curing the mundane via the callous infliction of catastrophe. And so, I shall not shout, nor … Continue reading Verdant Lives, Afar
Lucidity Lamb 