Skeleton Cloud

I dream of death.
He covers me as a black shadow.
He climbs up my skin and clasps my mouth with its clawed, skeleton hand.
He presses his cloud into me. Death makes an indentation on my body-

My Soul.

Never making a sound, he fills my pores,
my eyes,
nose,
mouth,
brain.

He takes over my organs. He turns me black,

and then
blue,
grey,

and then in the end I am nothing but dust particles.

Book Review: The Pillars of the Earth

So what did I dislike:
1. Flat and boring writing that had no beautiful imagery.
2. Fantasy? WHAT fantasy?
3. Having sex right after your wife died with someone you think is an angel? WTF. What happened to my wife is my soulmate? you are looking for child and you think you see an angel, logic dictates you’d ask her where your child is! And seriously sex with an angel? WTfreakingF!
4. Characters are either good or bad; no inbetween. All flat and used to connect things.
5. Sex with an angel. WTF.

To get the hilariousness that is me when I get upset, watch the video.

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Wishing on a Burning Star

She wished upon her lucky star.

Wishing.

          Wishing.

                       Wishing.

But as she clung to that star she realized

that it wasn’t lucky.

Bad

       luck.

Evil

               luck.

She clutched that fiery star in her hand.

A star shaped burn formed and

would haunt her forever more.

Forever

and

                                              Ever.

Dark and Light

Hidden behind a grotesque smile,

A mask of dark and bright,

She fills her being with the tears that don’t come.

Hidden behind a love,

Pretending she is ready to move to the future,

She fills her soul with fear that can’t scream out.

She will drown. She knows it.

Drown in all the unspoken and the unrevealed.

She is drowning in a lie.

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So, on a lighter note, here is a picture of my Tabby

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