The finest things in life are those which are dealt to us. We can fall and get up just the same, but what is our goal. Vampires have been living for centuries. This does not surprise you, but why? Was it death, life, hate, jealousy, or love. Is that the goal, to love and be… Continue reading No Love
Tag: dark eyes
The Day I Killed My Boyfriend prt. 1
This is a true story that really happened to me. It was a cold and rainy night in the middle of January. I stood on my front porch steps, looking out into the darkness patiently waiting for my friend Jason and listening to the rain pounding on the roof top. I began to think of… Continue reading The Day I Killed My Boyfriend prt. 1
Love Birds Coo
She walks alone and sees herself in a pool of blood Her clothes tattered and covered with mud She feels the guilt she tries to shun As she looks at her hands and sees the remains of what she’s done As her guilt eats away at her and cuts her to the quick She starts… Continue reading Love Birds Coo
Between Angels and Demons (Vampires)
It began as just an average day at work. I put the newly arrived CDs into the computer, ordered other CDs, swept the aisles. Normal stuff you do before the people start coming in. So I did what I always do at the Second Spin store down in Pacific Beach. And then the slow hours… Continue reading Between Angels and Demons (Vampires)
death-mistakes and regrets
A cut so neat and precise, easily worthy of any trained surgeon appeared on her wrist, as she felt the blade sink in to her soft, warm freshly tanned skin she turned her head to face him. Her jaw slowly sank, her eyes seemed quite different to how they normally look, no sparkle, you could… Continue reading death-mistakes and regrets
death-mistakes and regrets
A cut so neat and precise, easily worthy of any trained surgeon appeared on her wrist, as she felt the blade sink in to her soft, warm freshly tanned skin she turned her head to face him. Her jaw slowly sank, her eyes seemed quite different to how they normally look, no sparkle, you could… Continue reading death-mistakes and regrets
alley shadows
she walked through the dark streets alone. she made her way over to a under a dim street light and looked at her watch. 11:19. she didnt like the light, she felt awkward and not at home. the dark was what she liked best. she hadnt been happy in years. she just didnt know how… Continue reading alley shadows
The Haunting Rumble of Her Eyes
Her eyes shook me – Where solid rock has sheltered me; My emotions made of stone. Earthquake brown eyes chiseled
I have this dream…
I have this dream. It comes to me night after night. I see a face flashing and this strange voice calling at me…
Our Lady of Times
An old woman walked across the street. Bearing with her the mystery of time… Withered old Dame, splendid behind her furrowed features and dark eyes. Nothing had her beaten down and dying. Nothing could make her go back to the old acosmistic world.