Subliminal Message

Poems are the path to inner peace.

Are the mind and soul aligned?
The test to re-write  my own
path through past in future.
To tempt ones own fate with 
inner radiance beaconing 
peace and light.
Walk with me hand in hand
down through all 
my fears and dreams by 
path made way by time.
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I'm The Girl in The Hall

I'm the girl in the hall


the one that no one

gives a second glance.



I'm the girl in the hall


the one that no one

bothers to say hi to.



I'm the girl in the hall


the one that no one

pays any attention to.



I'm the girl in the hall.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I'm not sure if it's done yet or not...

What do you think?










to strangle


bleeding of love 

♥♥♥that feed♥♥♥

♥♥♥♥beating  hearts,♥♥♥♥

♥♥♥but flowers ♥♥♥♥

that never reach 

their intended 


only leave



to live





is like 

not even 

living  at all, 


but  the seeds 


dying  flowers 





5:48 PM 8/1/2013


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The Invisible-Picasso-Painting Spider

The sad-eyed bearded man sat sipping his last drop of Old Crow whiskey, thinking about nothing and forever. He noticed a spider crawling across the old time-beaten table, feeling its way to the wall. He watched in pure astonishment as the spider stopped and began to make broad brush strokes with its right front feeler. Hour upon maddening hour, the invisible-Picasso-painting spider worked her majesty. Painting the masterpiece. The sad-eyed bearded man had lived alone in the old farmhouse since his wife Vivina had gone to the greater side of good 15 years earlier. He could not take his eyes off her. He saw it, the masterpiece, coming to life before his blurry eyes. Quickly, the sad-eyed bearded man ran for the kitchen sink and grabbed all the dead flys he could find for the invisible-Picasso-painting spider. Eagerly putting them in small piles beside her. Day after day, the sad-eyed bearded man sat sipping his last drops of Old Crow and smoking his sloppily-rolled cigarettes. Grabbing dead flys from every corner of the old farmhouse until he could find no more. She grew and grew. It was Tuesday morning, the 5th of July, and she was big enough to throw the noisy refrigerator down the basement stairs with one flick of a feeler. There was a knock. The sad-eyed bearded man scrambling and stumbling towards the door, " Yes! Yes! May I help you?". "Hello there, I hope i'm not bothering you. I'm Gabriel, a representative from the Center for Arachnaphobia, would you be interested in donat---, what the----". The sad-eyed bearded man spun around and slammed the door shut. "God-dammned sales men!". The man's beard grew longer and his eyes sadder. Night after night, day in and day out, he sipped his last drops of Old Crow and smoked his sloppily-rolled cigarettes, watching and feeding the spider, which by now, had grow to colossos proportions. He loved her. He could see her masterpiece in every brush stroke. On a Tuesday morning at the end of September, the sad-eyed bearded man awoke to a tickle on his right cheek. The Invisible-Picasso-Painting Spider sank her poison fangs deep inside his chest as he faded into bliss. She had finally finished her masterpiece.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Super Short Story

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Just For Fun

Out in the open

But nobody sees

Invisible in the forest

Among the trees

Invisibly watching

And yet unseen

People walk by

And never even know

That they passed by

Another bloke

Watching, waiting

Anticipating the prey

And when it comes

It won’t notice me

All because

Of camoflauge

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Her Imagination


You see me sad just about everyday
you say this isn't right
something needs to change
but honestly i'd rather cry
than to feel like a fake
by holding it in all day
see her, she's the reason
see me, i'm the victim in this situation
i'm a push-over
cause i won't stand up for myself
i need your help
you know this sin't natural for me
i know you want to see me happy
i bet she can't even see
half of what she's doing to me
see me, putting away my own vanity
for her, i doubt she even really cares anymore
when i'm around her
i feel like a figment of her imagination
i'm just trying to get through this...

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