the peaceful life in a white page’s silence create the empty blue ligns abundance when i’m looking right through nothing the peaceful life of a clean page
Tag: prose
In Dreams/Holocaust for the Blind:: Jade
in dreams i see me lying on the floor pick me up from the grave and shake me hard wake me up from this comotose things i can’t remember coming back to me now as i stand here cold from animosity seething it breathes just under my skin
words whispered to the edge of a knife (poem)
You could hurt me right now and I wouldn’t say a word.The way you hold the blade almost too closely,dangerously pressed against soft flesh,is enough to keep these lips quiet for at least a hundred years.You could kill me right now and nobody has to know.With the hours always passing slowly,I am waiting to follow… Continue reading words whispered to the edge of a knife (poem)
Dark Prose
I’m going to begin posting this poetry as Dark Prose, instead of as Dark Whispers. Its good to see it flowing in abundance, and most of our submissions are seemingly of this nature. The nature of the articles and how they are posted don’t always present them in the best way. I’ll be posting them… Continue reading Dark Prose