“Torture, hate and rape are words some refuse to speakBut if utilized the right way it can give anyone a permanent sleep,            “Pushing the mind and flesh to limits of the extremeThrough the shedding of blood, dark emotion...

As I settle in the chair  before my poetry book, It is only the calm before the storm, that is, the journal unopened,  the storm within hemorrhaging, the blizzard of words to be inked whirl in the lashing wind within my mind.  Begging to be channeled  to...

The pen I hold is my wand.With one motion of it,I create something hauntingly beautiful.Aching sorrows,juxtapositionedwith romance;darkly romantic.Script seasonedwith the Gothic, and the surreal.Dreamy and nostalgic.How is it so?Blending opposites,bridging themuntil they're sensical.My pen, my friend,knows more of my...