Poetry Blogs (fright)
Inside her closet are the remains of a broken umbrella with the materials in cinders.
Her skin cloak is draped over a spindley coat stand,
most people name it a spine,
most people's are strong,
They carry the puppet as if a master holding strings...
But sometimes autum's trees fall down
because nature is flawed.
Sometimes a stem ca...
Thursday 9th October 2014 8:19 pm
The ticking clock is strangely still,
Was it beacause the mirror smashed and you thought that you had breathed your last.
For the mirror had told you to get out,
it scared you half to death,
the spiders crawled all over the house.
A house of imagination and where imagination drew it's last breath.
The dead came out crawling all over the walls, the monsters to...
Friday 2nd September 2011 9:15 am