I had another strange dream. Very different from the previous ones, this was not a nightmare, quite the contrary. The d...

RETURN by ? Note: as said, this is not a poem, more like a title page for something. The name of the author has been thoroughly and viol...

A good friend passed away today Quite unexpectedly A bit of a bad luck there But these things happen It was nobody’s fault ...

I was surprised to find That such revulsion could shine In someone’s eyes. “How I hate your kind,” He said, as we sat down to...

Inside this shoebox we killed for There is We don’t know what Neat stacks of hundred dollar bills Jewels like stars The ...

More than anything His dearest wish He wanted to go from there To leave But he could not change his heritage The blood in...

Tightrope walking Would you choose A safety net That traps you And kills the thrill Thin weave of wires Sli...

I came looking for my princess Instead I found a witch wearing her face No one in the family Had noticed the change She sai...

There were six new poems in the shoebox, as well as something else, not a poem, a title page, I suppose, it seems to come from a different ...

When I found the shoebox again, there were more poems inside, and a battered, old device: a switch of some kind. I actually had...

Soon after my last update, someone contacted me. They had found me through this blog. They said that they know a lot ab...

I’m back and I’m okay. Well, not okay, but alive. They kept me in the hospital overnight for observation. And then I sp...

Called 911. Men outside shadows darkcominghelpmoreligh

I’ve been very busy at work and too exhausted to post here for a while (apart for the nightmare the other night, which I had to get...

I had another dream last night, and when I woke up, a real scare. In the dream I was visiting the previous owner of...

As the photos are a bit blurry, I’ll transcribe the poems: Kept from sleep again last night By the sound of chi...

As the photos are a bit blurry, I’ll transcribe the poems: In this temple of shadow and mist There's a wind...

As the photos are a bit blurry, I’ll transcribe the poems: From bloom to gloom Our love like fire Consumed ...

As the photos are a bit blurry, I’ll transcribe the poems: Until that time comes around again The shadow falls on...

As the photos are a bit blurry, I’ll transcribe the poems: I wish it would shatter Like glass under my heels Just like a ...

As the photos are a bit blurry, I’ll transcribe the poems: Mist like death Mist like a lover’s breath Rolls s...

As the photos are a bit blurry, I’ll transcribe the poems: Your eyes were so cold When you watched me go under ...

As the photos are a bit blurry, I’ll transcribe the poems: My mother told me to no avail If you play with shadow...

As the photos are a bit blurry, I’ll transcribe the poems: Frightened Of the shadows of the deep He challenge...

As the photos are a bit blurry, I’ll transcribe the poems: I go underground Follow me underground Everyone else h...

As the photos are a bit blurry, I’ll transcribe the poems: Divorce me from all that’s sane Screaming, mute darkne...

As the photos are a bit blurry, I’ll transcribe the poems: We pillage and whore Hauling our loot We swagger dow...

I’ve been really busy and stressed at work lately, but in spite of that the shoebox and its contents are never far from my thoughts...

A couple of guys came to do some plumbing work on Friday. They had to get under the house to do that, and I discovered that there w...