Chapter 131: 3 A.M. in the summer lightning and rain

A "normal" life; dreams; a musician on the light rail; a baby lizard; my excellent nose; getting awesome compliments from my boss; I never listen to my grandmother; Batman; Getting my hair cut; Manga; Adding color to "Yours, Truly;" Wishes and dreams; entering contests and submissions; Haunted houses with Heather Kramb who you can find at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/maddielisee; Richard Liebmann from “Pure Evil Expressions” which you can find at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/PureEvilExpressions, https://www.facebook.com/PureEvilExpressions, and PureEvilExpressions@yahoo.com; Eric from "IMOTIME" which you can find at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/IMOTIME; Frances Kilbane from "BearBreeze" who you can find at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/BearBreeze; Lucy Atashsokhan from "VeeAccessories" which you can find at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/VeeAccessories; Stephen Poon from "OutNerdMe" which you can find at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/OutNerdMe and  www.facebook.com/outnerdme; Bek from "bekswhoknits" who you can find at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/bekswhoknits; Jimmy Reed's "Notions of the Damned;" Reading from "Like the Universe Gasping for Air;" Thank you for your patience....I love you all!!!!!!  :)

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Burp.

Jackson
I will miss him
beyond the words
of my own heart

Will
kick the dead
wipe their tears
molded by grief
the large brims
of black hats
caught in the sun
escaping wild
and free
from a
courageous
life.

Dune
Bury the beast
that lives split
deep in
the sand
suffer
the consequences

Stare
Powerful love
how determined
to keep
the happy pure
and free
from harm
cannot help
but
be kind.

Unknown
Your soul
if there is
a soul
if there can
and if there is
a place for a soul
where souls are born
and harvested
until they are
deposited
your soul
sparkles in
the eye of
the sun
and of
mysteries.

Halloween
It's not
It's never
a question
of how to
or when to
it's the relative
answer
that sends fear
down the bravest
of spines.

Decay
Press scarlet
all cloudy
into a smile
brimming with fear.

Next weekend....:)

MOT (Myriads of Thought) taking this weekend off....will be back next weekend with tons of new stuff and an extra long show.....:)....:)

Linger.

Letters

The flick

of the screen

patterns on mist

of lovely things

quite usable

over the course

of years gone by

what we adore

becomes forgotten

and all those words

things of the past

The Path

Old man

how I love him

he will

be missed

Trust

Hey!

It's alright

White picket fences

with tall green 

grass

forgotten memories

it's so foggy

where he might be

some clear indication

an all knowing sign

from the curious streams

of continuous thought

tighter and tighter

it goes

before the balloon 

breaks

Picture

I stay

seated at

an empty table

the rushing water

taking over

pushing chairs

and plates

I am full.

Destiny

There is a place

drifting seas

of wondrous time

how happy hands lead

keep sharp

young one

Madness

Clumsy

stall backwards

rushed by

the wind

a furious 

disease.

Journal

The red string

caught lovingly

holding place

between the fabrics

of this world

and the next

while I drift

into dream

Petal One.

Bite

The sun

won't melt

we bathe

in molasses

to keep

the sweet

out

and all the

problems of

the day

surround

our tubs

like fire

ants.

Okay

That letter - nothing

Those pictures -nothing

nothing was there

they were empty

Stop! (check) got it!

Caution

I am nervous

what if

they don't

like me

be myself

but who

am I?

Reboot

Every week

close my eyes

allow the waves

to surface

feeling more

in control

everyday

lucky to be.

Bullet

Haven't the voices

scared him?

Lurking

in the middle 

of the night

with an open 

chest

Eat

Plastic eyes

Plastic nose

how it gleams

in the small

particles

of sun

that bake

and fry

loose in 

the wind

stop the fork

from pressing onward

its journey made

by the passing 

of thumbs

over a long

windy road

Groove

Power lines

the flightless

birds

that rest

pink

on the waters

edge

the fish swim

by their feet

and flop

towards shore

water in 

their veins

from diamond 

petals

in the 

swamp.

Chapter 130: "The eternal words that dictate our future."

Eating and drinking; "We'll see;" My next tattoo; Living on my own (maybe); Creepy things and a haunted house; Driving school and a love of motorcycles; Submitting "Yours, Truly" soon; I am very lovable; Lady Danni Morinich: “Landed Gentress” which you can find at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/landedgentress and check out her friend at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/mckeepottery; Cristina from "TourbillonDeLaVie" which you can find at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/TourbillonDeLaVie;Heather Kramb: “Maddielisee” which you can find at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/maddielisee; Chaf & Moog of the "BadTasteFactory" which you can find at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/BadTasteFactory and facebook.com/badtastefactorytees; "Notions of the Damned" with Jimmy Reed; Reading from "Like the Universe Gasping for Air" and lots of love to you all....have a great week....off to sleep...night night....boo!!!!!!  LOL!!!!!!

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Father
He stands
cursed
at the end
of the bed
drawn out
by the light
only clear
in his eyes
which show
intent
still the fear
holds close
no air
no light
rush of the brain
dive into
the cruelty

OCD
Don't promise
what is left
unsaid
these whispers
in drawn corners
strangled by
deep dark wood
long hallways
and distant clouds
focus
there is no
stopping force
accept yourself

Strip
Go limb by limb
broken back words - paused

Bus
Hide inside
the blossom
beneath the wings
of the fallen
beast
clean cut ribs
torn from
the heart
how we beg
for the end
to come
and the silence
to recognize
us
tip the keys
and level
the house

Perfect
There is
no door
only a window
which plays
piano
and sings songs
in low decibels
there is no surface
only imagination
which floods
down walls
of backwards stairs
and pulls apart
buildings
in the deepest sleep
of time

Royal
I tap
at the keys
as they speak
dark grey
and silver
I carry you
without a proper
case
I will not
desert you
you have been
and will be
a faithful companion
a true blue
friend
when tears have taken over
and the sun - seems oh so far away.

Search
The pores
of the floodlights
drift melancholy
over waves
of restless speaking
cool hands
comfort the weak
in a rise
to glory
where many
run away
by and by
back to the end
where there
are no more questions
only the thin lips
of all the answers in the world.

Chapter 129: "Withdrawals from the Con"

Comicon activities; Meeting Amber Benson; Am I doing the right thing?; Feeling selfish; The dead bird; Drawings for "Yours, Truly;" Things I bought at the Con; Returning to work; "James" the work penguin; Burning myself; Ichel: “WhimsyCalling” which you can find at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/WhimsyCalling; Laura Wozniak from "DidAVerseEnd" which you can find at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/DidAVerseEnd; Shannan Hart from "HorrorStop" which you can find at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/HorrorStop and (My username on Etsy, facebook and instagram is horrorstop and my twitter name is horrorstopshop! Go check it out! Thanks so much!!); "Aunt Rita’s AIDS Walk and PAWS for the CAUSE”; Jimmy Reed and "Notions of the Damned;" Reading from "Like the Universe Gasping for Air;" Much love to you and yours!!!  Bye for Now....:)...:)...And Happy Belated Friday the 13th....:)..<3

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Visions mostly...

Obsession
No letters - check
No pictures - check
Prayers - check
Box - check
Mystery Solved - check
Don't need a letter - check
he has the picture - check
All good - check
Hats, Gloves, Shoes - check
Found - check
Found - check

Follow
Oceans fill
with the prune
of fingers
golden orange
shriek over palm
tender night
rolling carpet
onto floor
swim into
a be led

Four
Morning
up with the dawn
the shuffle
of nails
on tile
please stay asleep
don't wake up
just yet
Cold blackness
pours
another cup
as the cold
rushes inside
never stopping
only starting
with mixed
eyes

Trap
silver beats
pure and true
from the end
of a pistol
it lays
against the ground
curled into
a ball
injured from
the shot
down the lights
lock the doors
there are more
outside
lying in wait
in the blue
woods.

Image
cannot sleep
I see it
every time
I close
my eyes
fire under
my veins
I see it move

Razor
Cut.
The first word learned
do not forget
the sharp prick
of metal
to turn
wild.

Amongst the dread
Tender Tower
steam through
the sides
of caution
pour devoted milk
deep into
the wells
of life
from grapes
of purity
to the honest
snow
falling above
a faint breeze
a crushed feather
and more legends
to come

Chapter 128: "Will you go halfsies on a butt plug with me?"

Hollis is joined by Katie, Tori and Jimmy for a live podcast at Phoenix Comicon. They talk about writing influences, personal fears, dating stories, making a girl cry at the mall and more.

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