I woke with a gag
The dream so real, so foul
Slug stuck to my tongue
It comes to me in the early hours
Hands outstretched, hungry for life
Yet all I can offer are dreams
Glaring at me with wicked eyes
Salivating at the thought
It may eat me yet
Devour the whole of me
Swallowed and digested
Until my fragments
Are no longer beings
Just a collection
Of flesh and splintered bones
Clumps of deterioration
Slivers of life that once were
Slowly fading to air
This is how I turn to dust
In the material and spiritual realm
A soul telling your mind what your heart bleeds for.
They exist. I can taste it.
she writes stuff sometimes.
Text in ya face
Live Your Philosophies
A writing blog by H.R.R. Gorman
Blurring the lines between poetry and prose
Songs of Sirens and Stars
The musings left behind by my mind...
Short Stories and Poems - Mostly dark ones!
Pain goes in, love comes out.
He started Writing, The paper started speaking...
I CAN'T CONTROL EVERYTHING IN MY LIFE, BUT I CAN CONTROL WHAT I PUT IN MY BODY.😎🍓🍍🍇🍑🍐🍉🍈🍏🍊🍋🍅🍎🍌🍠🍢🍥
The blog is dedicated to the people which care about their goals, dreams , actions including the ones that have paused , slow down or even stopped moving forward.
Writing About Life
#joke #lol #haha #funny #hilarious
Random Blether Spilling From my Brain
Kinky, pansensual, switchy, femme, trying to breathe
Coaching - Mentoring - Intuitive Readings
Midlife, fun and adventure
This & That Including What Ails
Poems, Haiku, Paintings & Photographs
Creativity Is The Key
Welkom op de blog van Discobar Bizar. Druk gerust wat op de andere knoppen ook, of lees het aangrijpende verhaal van Harry nu je hier bent. Welcome to the Discobar Bizar blog, feel free to push some of the other buttons, or to read the gripping story of Harry whilst you are here!
Poems, Literature, Articles, Musings & Quotes Collection - By Vishal Dutia
Make Some History
Life , death and everything in between
Let me finger you to your dreams...
"The work will teach you how to do it." - "Le travail va vous apprendre à le faire." 09-23-18 ..... I am temporarily on hiatus, attending to matters of health and well being. I will return as soon as possible.
Carpe Diem; It's my peculiarity.
Ghanta kuch nahi
Poetry from Walsall and Black Country poet Richard Archer since 2011
We struggle, we win
An exploration of writing and reading
poems, flash fiction and photographs