Everyone is deserving of love. Everyone but me. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not pointing fingers. Really. I don’t want to say it is Anyone else’s fault, And society isn’t to blame. It’s not like I think “All women are this or that!” I mean, everyone has their Own circumstances and types. I’m surely … Continue reading Deserving (a poem about love)
Evil
Blood Like Rain (cosmic horror)
“Drip, drip, drip,” goes the rain Thinks he As a deep red smears his fingers Wiping a cheek and turning to the skies High above in the clouds Floats the crucifixions Of humans by the millions An ocean of flesh Indiscriminately strung up By the invisible Their eyes are torn to pink Seeing nothing below … Continue reading Blood Like Rain (cosmic horror)
Ha Ha Horse Fly Forest (a poem about casual racism)
They all laughed.
Red (a narrative horror epic)
Hooks to my teeth It pries open My mouth Chills rattle Down the base Of my skull To the marrow Of my sacrum
Thorns and Briars (short-form cosmic horror)
Glowing white eyes pierced me through the gloom. Sunken into the vague gray outline of a stag’s skull, the visage floated closer. Translucent fragments of ink-black cracks and crevasses spiraled out behind it to my unlit kitchen.
The Thorned Rings (a dream/cosmic horror poem)
As the vessel unfurled to a boundless womb, unspeakable darkness yawned out.
Vessels of Veyrath – Part 2: Returning
With a thick finger, Svenne jabbed at the north of Freelandr. “Inquisitors been comin’ in all along the northeastern border with Rendt, mostly the foothills so far. Nobody knows where they are holin’ up, but it ain’t hard to tell where they’re goin’. Spearbury . . .” She traced her way south. “Grayridge, Suntusk—
Vessels of Veyrath – Part 1: New Dawn
(Cover by Radu Muresan)(Special thanks to: MK, GW, CN, Rob, Ritika, and last but certainly not least, my editor Rosemary) ~ Note from the author: This series is intended for mature audiences. It has themes that some may find disturbing or unsuitable for children. Exercise proper caution when sharing the story. Apart from that, I … Continue reading Vessels of Veyrath – Part 1: New Dawn
Remember (a poem, 2019)
Remember (a poem) I remember, only to forget. Remember who I am. ~ I am Death, I am life. I am all, I am nothing. I am man, I am beast. I am divine, I am daemon. I am whole, I am broken. I am strength, I am weakness. I am wise, I am foolish. … Continue reading Remember (a poem, 2019)
The Daemon (a poem)
The Daemon (a poem) A time ago I asked myself a question, knowing not where it led. See, I have lived my life a sinning man, I have learned that sinners can see through others, and sometimes see themselves staring back. Looking yourself in the eye, anywhere but in front a mirror, I call that … Continue reading The Daemon (a poem)
