Why are we so satisfied Spying on people’s lives Through a screen? Why are we so satisfied Wrecking people’s lives By the things they’ve done When our own hands are unclean? by Megan Frost ### Megan showed me this and I liked it so I asked if I could share it and… Continue reading Satisfied
Have you ever felt like your heart was being sucked of a soul? Felt like you were collapsing upon yourself? That is what it really means to miss someone. Ever felt like the world is too empty And your tears won’t add any substance to the meaninglessness Like the rain is to heavy on the… Continue reading A Kind of Dying
There’s nothing more electrifying than a kiss from a muzzle of a gun Nothing more loving. I am aching to show my affection To love you Like I never have I want to unload this burden Now shiver for me!
Friendships, we never know when they start and we can’t predict how they’ll end either. We hope they’ll never end. Then, once in a while, an end comes, unsuspected and unexpected, far from pretty or the usual growing-apart, changing the lives of all involved forever. *** Friday late afternoon, a bulk of Scarlet University students… Continue reading Pyre of Envy I: Friends
Knife! Sharp and merciless, Shoots me up to the heavens where everyone is quiet And there is no air to breathe. Sometimes you need A little silence, A brief moment of heaven An escape from the noise. And the blade is a good friend at that, Trading pain for heaven. See the scars on these… Continue reading Don’t Mind Them
It doesn’t matter, Not anymore. You took my heart And it burnout. That’s what you do You burnout fires, Stamp the embers And blow the ashes.
I have written and rewrote this introduction a lot, more times than I would like to admit. That is because it is difficult to start anywhere with E. Rachael Hardcastle. Notice how I haven’t called her an author yet? This is because she does a lot more outside writing, she is interviewing authors on her… Continue reading Author Interview: E. Rachael Hardcastle
I feel myself Fade to nothing. A darkness wraps around my heart And crushes me. Thoughts pin my soul into the background Eating away at my pillars. I begin to lament my existence, Splitting with cries, Overflowing with suffering. Nothing lies beneath the earth, No pit of fire with goblins. Hell resides here Inside of… Continue reading Damnation
I wish people would like I feel about art, That they could weep at a dialogue well written, That they could wake up in the middle of the night just to hear that song one more time or read that passage again. I just wish they could fear they are going mad from loving a… Continue reading Art or The Meaning of Life
No, don’t lie to us. The air is thick and heavy Yhe soul drags and convulses. We all know how sacred the razor, the rope and the bullet are. We sum them up in a word and we could utter in moments of frustration, Like a mere figure of speech. A hyperbole, something humorous and… Continue reading The Ultimate Act