Lifeline (a Poem)

Words flow from the deepest gashes of our deepest injuries. If you treat the wound and let it scab over, The words won’t come anymore.

stay miserable because I like the way you bleed. (via housewiththereddoor)

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Secrets of the Psychics

Psychic Powers

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The Extraordinary 

The Truth of Psychic Powers

Gordon Smith

Animal ESP

The Psychic Experience

Aliens

New Swirled Order

Case of the UFOs

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I Believe in UFO’s

Evidence We Are Not Alone

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The Keepers

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Russian Roswell

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Disney’s Alien Encounter

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Crop Circles: The Quest For Truth

Phoenix Lights

The UFO Enigma of Flying Spheres & Orbs

UFO Disclosure in Russia

UFO’s & Area 51

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The Bermuda Triangle

In Search of the Man Who Would Not Die

Killer Legends

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Bizarre Beliefs: Cults & The Occult

The Diva Mummy

The Book That Can’t Be Read

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Mystery of the Disembodied Feet

The Angel Effect

Mystery of the Murdered Saints

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The Revelation of the Pyramids

Atlantis: The Evidence

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Life After Life

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Yeti

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Chupacabra

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Animal X

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Who is Bigfoot?

The Legend of Sasquatch

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Werewolf in America

The Last Dragon

Loch Ness Monster

Ghosts & Other Entities

Best Ghost Cases Caught on Tape

North East Ghosts

The Existence of Ghosts

Ghost Contact

A House Divided: Ghostly Encounters

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Haunted Hawaii

Poltergeists: The Unexplained

Castle Ghosts of England

Peru’s City of Ghosts

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Paranormal America

Sleep Paralysis & Ghost Visions

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14 Degrees

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True Ghost Stories

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Halloween Masterpost

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It was evening then. Just 7:30, but the night had already set. The dim streetlight cast a bluish hue over me. I was walking in the street, towards the pool side of the B block. I was wearing a hoodie,the hood covering my head. My gait and the hoodie signalled ignorance but I knew it was just a pretense. I knew it hid me from the gazes of other, it hid me from their faces, which told me what they were thinking, it hid me from thinking too much. Cold winter wind was blowing. I was wearing shorts and could feel it flowing around my bare shins. It flew through me. The coldness went through me like a ghoul. It sucked energy from me. Goosebumps signalling its departure. Leaving me momentarily empty. But I felt alive. The heat in me receded. The anger subsided. The cold wind felt fresh in my lungs. It chilled my nose. It felt tingly. The wind was addictive. I wanted more cold, more release. I wanted to feel it in my body. I wanted to drown in it. It gave me relief but took my life. While I write this my nose bleeds. I feel the red warm blood flowing out, dropping to the ground. Turning from deep red to ferric tangerine. The wind was parasitic.

They Change Us

From man To monsters

Frome monster To men

Such Mercurial Is Our Nature

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poetry is not just words nor rhythm or rhyme poetry is not just a moment in time it is not ink upon a crinkled page poetry isn’t merely a kiss…a stolen glance

poetry is in all things every breath storm

…moment

you

Meant To Be Bad

An Angel

Everyone has one

They watch upon us, they say

Aiding us through strangest of means

But when your angels turn to beasts

And haunt your dreams

Darkness spreads everywhere, no way out

You must become comfortable in this hell

For now fury is your peace

Your demons, they can’t be drowned

And you start to sink in the black water

They are your salvation

What is there in morality?

Submit

You are meant to be bad

You shall so enjoy, you feel

Revenge from fate

Although this path is forlorn and condemned

And a transient relief

Who is to say I won’t succeed?

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A Pretense

“The normalcy of life burning a hole in my curious soul

Where it should have been nurtured, my creativity

Is rotting in the stillness of mundane

Is it educated out of me?

Steered away from interests because they say

“You would never get a job doing that!”

Or has my imagination drowned?

Imagination, a gift as potent as birth

Where it should have sailed into my adulthood

Has been stumped prematurely

Has life become a soothe stream, with occasional waves?

Where it should be a whirlpool of experiences

Claps of thunder breaking the monotony

Mute now defines it

Am I living? Is there liveliness?

Its presence I have never felt

But its absence is apparent

Have we all donned masks?

And dissolved in the masses

Lost our individuality

Is this all a pretense?”

This is one of my earlier works.

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