A poem of adventure and darkness.

For that special someone that isn’t special anymore.

Just a twisted take on my version of Julius Caesar. Guarantee you Shakespeare will be rolling in his grave for this…. Apologies to those people who may be offended by this….

Times of remembrance.

Every living thing that dies, tends to decompose back to Earth, like a never ending circle. We are a part of it as much as it is a part of us, we are one.

A Poem.

A Dark Poem.

A Sample of my third Twisted Horror Story Enjoy.

Nobody should be alone.

Jean Stevens kept her dead husband and twin sister in her home after having them dug up from their graves. She doesn’t mind telling about what happened and how she took care of their corpses, her deceased husband for 10 years and her sister not quiet a year. She becomes vague when questioned about who dug them up and placed them in her home. Jean said, "When you put them in the ground, that’s goodbye. In this way I could touch them and talk to them."