With wings that dare to fly through the storm of her life.   With wings that spread into the gales and dare to cleave through her life’s storm!   With wings that carry a spirit of gold had feathered her down into the sea.   With...

darkness grip what a tripmy madness isn't curing mein times past when white wrath came my waymy thoughts alter and I dreamdreaming new realities into beingones I could cope withdark day the day rose and my colored shades went...

Mom Probably Likes Hell!That dude Satan is just her type.He might even find her more demented.Mom was always cold. Severealcoholic to the end. Bitch, too!If Satan has a million ways to torture...he's far behind Mom. She mightjust take over...

Vision_of_insanity's Ass Whooping!This is inspired by Vision_of_insanity's poem...Ready Aim Desire (at DUP). This was orginally posted there. He left me dangling...Dedicated to Vision_of_insanity.------------------------You need a fucking spanking!  That girl had a gun in her mouth and you wanted her...

My world is Numbers and facts And fitting together An equation for everything Answers, Solutions, A definite way.   My world is stories and letters And vague somewhat shapes Letting things fall where they may Opinions, Feelings, A creative space.   My world is Mixed up and misspelled A jumbled array Two different worlds, one tiny space Questions Some answers This...