A faint call whispers alone in the dark. A faint call whispers, alone in the heart. She wanders and wonders, she echoes aloft. She is changed forever, of her purest heart. For she is in the shadows. Leaning the arts. She reminisces. Until she departs. Oh how lonely. The change of Heart…
Copyright August 5, 2017
Cute is cute. Cute is cuteness. Cute is about as cute as a
cute person’s cutenessness. Cutenessnessness, is practically about as cute as a cutenessnessnesses’s cousin. So cute infact!
That her cutenessness, leaps to and frou-
leaps to and frou, indeed! And deep into the soul…
Sometimes some things can be too damned cute to stand.
Copyright August 1, 2017
Her warmth is cold, and welcomes you.
The heart is an invisible dagger, as your
heartbeats go unnoticed…
Her fangs taste her tongue as she swings forth;
into your warming embrace, and into your life, is the crash course…
and blood is used for lemonade,
to quench the thirst, your muse is honey for her to feed.
She gratefully feeds…
Because is not a cruel cold voice, a giggle in disguise?
As the tonsils swing,
even the laughter subsides…
Copyright July 31, 2017
Is there not a more sweeter music, than the
soft heartbeats of anticipation?
From over and a’yonder;
a fair maiden awaits your response-
and yet to be cast aside, a stolen glance;
like a needle, her eyes gaze my heart like a lance-
and into the depths of, like water down the hatch,
each breath she catches, caresses me like a fair lass-
And I know now indeed, my worries go asunder-
and my doubt, shall surely be at it’s last…
Copyright May 25, 2017
She swung her frozen heart aside,
and all that lay in wake were indeed opened to the core-
aside from the shore, the frozen shore;
she aimlessly separates, like a cloud used for a door-
to whom the heart thaws, be it
frozen in her cruel gaze. Her image she last did saw?
A slumbering glance? Against an ominous maw?
As she aimlessly dreams, the true Winter-Wonderland be it
the cold, that her frozen heart yearns to thaw…
Copyright April 27, 2017
And her heart?
like a dagger. Each living breath sings;
the pain of every letdown, stolen by her sins-
the age of reason, delivers golden songs;
crumbled by her ways, devoured by her wrongs-
eyes that gaze for peace, shadowed by her schemes,
bloat out by her deeds-
Copyright March 15, 2017
Hello everybody. 🙂
In case you probably didn’t notice, I had recently made the site private. But I’m gunna be opening it up now.
Not only will I open the site, I’m also going to open “Cascadia Adventures”
Now some of those Cascadia Adventure stories might have pics, but some might not. I know the new ones may not have any, or just a singular pic, not sure.
But soon the whole sight will be open.
It’s gunna take me awhile to work on editing the Cascadia Adventures side, because I changed some stuff, but it should still be awesome. My only request is that none of my work or material me stolen, or posted anywhere on other material, website, book, or media, without letting me know or asking please. Thank you.
-from an old friend,