Buried The body rolls under the poison, a hell, a heart that devours and an endless mind. Inhale the toxin, thoughts plague the distorted imagery of reality. How does the ocean sound to a dead man buried on the beach? If you are reading this Thank You for taking time out of your day…
Category: Poetry
Free Hand #37 (Hitchcock’s Frenzy)
photo source: imdb.com Last night I watched Alfred Hitchcock’s FRENZY with my boyfriend Dallas. Really good movie but it’s about a rapist/murderer that kills a bunch of women…had some pretty graphic scenes and social commentary on/about women hmmmmmmm. Here’s a small poem I did today in reflection of it. Hitchcock’s Frenzy The empty body…
Announcement: Working on…
photo sources: imdb.com Hello! Here is an update of what I am planning on posting in the next couple of weeks! First, I realized I haven’t done two ‘Monthly Notebook Excerpts’ (May and June). This is because I’ve been working a ton and trying to get my personal life in order this summer….
Free Hand #36 (Black Hole Sun)
Thinking about Global Warming and Black Hole Sun today. It’s supposed to be 103 (F) today in SLC and I hate the heat. UGH! Sunk down deep into the endless night the hell in my mind burns on. I wait for the heat to cease, for the flames to stop. There is only pain and…
Free Hand #35
I’m feeling experimental today. Here’s some gibberish. Blood begins to stain, colors seeping into skin, from the pain. And I kiss the midnight hour, in hopes the sun won’t ever rise. Where is the end? Light burns, and I’m all alone here. If you are reading this Thank You for taking time out…