Hush now

Ginni bites!

Hush now…

When you place your fingertip on my lips

and utter those guttural words

I know that I am done for..

I cannot explain the where or the why,

I only know that it hits me,

through a small chink in my armour

Two words to buckle the knees

of a battle hardened soul.

One action to soothe

a riot of ferocity.

Just a mindless gesture for you

Yet to me – A destruction

of subconscious

Oblivious invader of my world


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Watcher on the Dock

Watcher on the Dock

J.T. Carlton

Only dead fish, indeed.
I fight the stream,
Kicking, but weak,
Noodles for legs,
And my arms are useless,
My mouth is gone,
But the slits on my neck
Breathe fine,
Thank goodness for those.

I’m sitting on a dock,
Holding a rod,
Watching this slimy fiend
Writhe up from the sand,
Emerging like a U-boat,
Dripping silt and seaweed,
Pink rubbery flesh
Stained red with clay.
I scream. I’m the only one that hears.

I’m standing in shallow water,
Bubbling around my ankles,
Naked and covered in river muck.
The slits on my neck meld
And a hole opens below my nose,
Widening until I can wrap my teeth
Around the watcher on the dock,
And I swallow him whole,
Not realizing what I’ve done.

This is what darkness feels like:
It’s wet and rough, and it echoes
If you put your lips to it and scream.
Some oily film…

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Ángel Wings Poetry


lovers Dancing
A Painfully slow
As reapers hover
Sprinkling Cancerous
Undoing promises
That do not bode well

What it has become
Leaves you baffled
Shooting venomous
Words that sting
Apocalyptic Actions
That wound
What’s left
of a love bereft
Is what he
To give you
Sum it all up
This love
Is dead


In that moment
The gossamer veil
You have sight
Zombie reactions
No longer
Cripple your life

Lightning strikes
A thunderous bolt
You are no longer
Someone’s enough
Were never enough
What a glorious feeling
You don’t give a fuck
Loving yourself
Is more than enough

Angel Wings Poetry


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Sometimes when I read a persons words of love,

I wish they were writing them to me.

That I could inspire them in that way.

I know the words aren’t for me,

And that makes me a little sad.

But it’s still beautiful to know,

That there are people out there that feel,

And see the world in such a way.

And it helps me,

To see it like that again.

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Safe Secrets

Midwest Fantasy Writes



I am blank walls

keeping secrets

no writing on them

for others to see

secrets all tucked in four corners

safe in the room of my heart

I can write on my walls

any day

any time

just for me

writing large or small

colorful or black and white

I need to read my secrets

every once in a while

to heal my heart

make me smile

make me remember

all my happy

that no one else

needs to know



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