Acrostic poem.

A short article describing a very scary pair of slippers, with a mind of their own…

When Alexa is told a story by her three year old son,she first believes it to be the imagination of a three year old but soon comes to realize this story is more real than she could ever imagine. In the matter of a few short days her life as she knows it has been turned into a living nightmare and the only thing that matters is saving her son at all costs.

Possessed by the music.

This is a new horror poem I wrote,I do write horror but I am now beginning to dabble with horror poetry.Hope it scares the hell out of you,if not I shall try harder the next time.

There is a problem when you start feeling like things have feelings. Intellectually you know they don’t have feelings, but the thought of them sitting lonely and abandoned in some dump or recycling station breaks your heart. Thrift shops feel like a field of lost dreams. However, clutter can take over your life and prohibit your dreams. (PS The images are not from my own cluttered place or of me.)

A poem. dealing with a hard bob.

I hate it when people change.

I wrote this in hopes that those who see my drawings and poems will understand me better.

You won’t believe me. Nobody believes me.