My clock is running slow
Haiku #120
Creature growl and prowl Paws incessant at the ground Waiting for the hunt
Dome of Whispers
The air chills upon entering As hollow air follows behind
Counteraction
This life is a curse That I hope to find
Ghost of Me
This abandoned house Creaks with old ghosts
Dead Rising
A murder of crows Croak a sound
Insanity Seeps Through
His smile was all teeth And impossible large
Rusted
Blood of my enemies run red On the cobblestone road
Quote of the Week #65
"If there's a book that you want to read, but it hasn't been written yet, then you must write it." -Toni Morrison
Bad Days
I see Nothing I hear Nothing I smell Nothing I taste Nothing I feel Nothing There is Nothing Here for me Nothing -Kel Dayheart
Fragment of a Figment 