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poetry is not just words nor rhythm or rhyme poetry is not just a moment in time it is not ink upon a crinkled page poetry isn’t merely a kiss…a stolen glance

poetry is in all things every breath storm

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Meant To Be Bad

An Angel

Everyone has one

They watch upon us, they say

Aiding us through strangest of means

But when your angels turn to beasts

And haunt your dreams

Darkness spreads everywhere, no way out

You must become comfortable in this hell

For now fury is your peace

Your demons, they can’t be drowned

And you start to sink in the black water

They are your salvation

What is there in morality?

Submit

You are meant to be bad

You shall so enjoy, you feel

Revenge from fate

Although this path is forlorn and condemned

And a transient relief

Who is to say I won’t succeed?

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It was evening then. Just 7:30, but the night had already set. The dim streetlight cast a bluish hue over me. I was walking in the street, towards the pool side of the B block. I was wearing a hoodie,the hood covering my head. My gait and the hoodie signalled ignorance but I knew it was just a pretense. I knew it hid me from the gazes of other, it hid me from their faces, which told me what they were thinking, it hid me from thinking too much. Cold winter wind was blowing. I was wearing shorts and could feel it flowing around my bare shins. It flew through me. The coldness went through me like a ghoul. It sucked energy from me. Goosebumps signalling its departure. Leaving me momentarily empty. But I felt alive. The heat in me receded. The anger subsided. The cold wind felt fresh in my lungs. It chilled my nose. It felt tingly. The wind was addictive. I wanted more cold, more release. I wanted to feel it in my body. I wanted to drown in it. It gave me relief but took my life. While I write this my nose bleeds. I feel the red warm blood flowing out, dropping to the ground. Turning from deep red to ferric tangerine. The wind was parasitic.

They Change Us

From man To monsters

Frome monster To men

Such Mercurial Is Our Nature

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A Pretense

“The normalcy of life burning a hole in my curious soul

Where it should have been nurtured, my creativity

Is rotting in the stillness of mundane

Is it educated out of me?

Steered away from interests because they say

“You would never get a job doing that!”

Or has my imagination drowned?

Imagination, a gift as potent as birth

Where it should have sailed into my adulthood

Has been stumped prematurely

Has life become a soothe stream, with occasional waves?

Where it should be a whirlpool of experiences

Claps of thunder breaking the monotony

Mute now defines it

Am I living? Is there liveliness?

Its presence I have never felt

But its absence is apparent

Have we all donned masks?

And dissolved in the masses

Lost our individuality

Is this all a pretense?”

This is one of my earlier works.

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Manifestation

When I was little, I would always draw the same kind of characters My mother once remarked how odd it was that, in the end, I grew up to look exactly like one of them A tall girl with long tangled hair And legs reaching down almost to the bottom of the page I wonder if that’s what people call manifestation Did I stretch my own bones with the stroke of an overzealous pen? Did I really have such power placed in my innocent hands?

If so, what am I to think of the darkness I dreamt since childhood? Of how lovely and comforting  the obscure was to me The inferred but unuttered The women that I would draw always looked to the side Beyond the borders of my colouring book With an odd knowing glimmer in their eyes A somber, secretive look Over the years my bones shifted to give me that same face An unreadable cypher I grew to be sullen, to silence more than I say Did I have a hand in it? Did I define my own features, Craft them in one fell swoop of a felt tip?

What made me who I am? Destiny or design? I never intended to play God But it seems I held my own self in my palms Like a block of clay Some kind of unconscious arts and crafts project. I must have modelled myself after all that I admired Rebellious and bohemian Enamoured to madness Distanced and calculating Less bridal than monstrous

I blackened my own heart with a permanent marker I told myself a story enough times That it stepped from the page to meet its maker It’s not that I wasn’t warned I am tall and brooding because I never listened to what I was told Careful what you wish for It might just come true The human psyche, a distorting mirror, a game of mimicry Monkey see, monkey do

I was a child with second sight Sketching her own future So I guess it is manifestation The mighty spell of magic thinking Almost as potent as a third eye Mother was right. I am fiction become flesh My life, a successful imitation of art

Inspired by @jmsapphire‘s prompt “Mold my clay heart” for @poetryclub13

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The 6th Sense

The Case of ESP

Learning ESP

Secrets of the Psychics

Psychic Powers

Psychic Crime Solvers

The Extraordinary 

The Truth of Psychic Powers

Gordon Smith

Animal ESP

The Psychic Experience

Aliens

New Swirled Order

Case of the UFOs

UFO’S Out of the Blue

UFO & Alien Disclosure

I Believe in UFO’s

Evidence We Are Not Alone

Alien Abductions

The Keepers

Ancient Aliens

Russian Roswell

Abduction Diaries

UFO Down to Earth

Disney’s Alien Encounter

Fly Saucers & Science

Crop Circles: The Quest For Truth

Phoenix Lights

The UFO Enigma of Flying Spheres & Orbs

UFO Disclosure in Russia

UFO’s & Area 51

Taken

Unexplained Mysteries

The Blitz Witch

The Bermuda Triangle

In Search of the Man Who Would Not Die

Killer Legends

Hessdalen Lights

The Unreal World

Unexplained Supernatural

Bizarre Beliefs: Cults & The Occult

The Diva Mummy

The Book That Can’t Be Read

Beyond the Bermuda Triangle: The Devil’s Sea

The Lost Caves of Giza

Mystery of the Disembodied Feet

The Angel Effect

Mystery of the Murdered Saints

Mystery of the Romanovs

The Revelation of the Pyramids

Atlantis: The Evidence

Weird or What?

Life After Life

Crpytozooology 

Vampire Beast of Bladenboro

Yeti

Search for the Mothman

Chupacabra

Monsters, Madness & Mayhem

Monsters & Mysteries in Alaska

Animal X

Is It Real?

Who is Bigfoot?

The Legend of Sasquatch

Lake Demons

Sea Monsters

Werewolf in America

The Last Dragon

Loch Ness Monster

Ghosts & Other Entities

Best Ghost Cases Caught on Tape

North East Ghosts

The Existence of Ghosts

Ghost Contact

A House Divided: Ghostly Encounters

Haunted Washington D.C

Haunted Hawaii

Poltergeists: The Unexplained

Castle Ghosts of England

Peru’s City of Ghosts

Exorcists

Poltergeists

Haunted

Paranormal America

Sleep Paralysis & Ghost Visions

Most Haunted Places in the World

14 Degrees

Exorcists & Exorcisms

True Ghost Stories

Angels & Demons: Ghostly Encounters

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Masterpost of World’s Scariest Places

Masterpost of True Terrifying Events

Masterpost of Creepy Stories

Masterpost of Gothic Novels

Masterpost of Creepy Websites

Masterpost of Creepy Online Games

Masterpost of Creepy Sleep-Over Games

Halloween Masterpost

Masterpost of Horror Movies With A Twist

Masterpost of Creepy T.V Shows