I love storytelling. The magical worlds and supernatural characters I have in my head always wish to come out and join our world, to tell their stories and reveal pieces of themselves and their journeys. Telling stories through poetry allows me to break free from traditional rules and formulas of writing and let my characters tell their sorties the way they see fit.

Since Saturday, yep since Saturday I've been in the hospital. Had surgery on my foot. I feel emotionally and physical helpless and defeated but I refuse to let this stop me from sharing my creative writing. I have fantastic characters, and speculative stories, and so many adventures in my head and heart that I need to share! And I'm not letting anything or anyone stop me from doing just that.

The vampires wanted to suck him dry. The werewolves wished toClaw his eyes out. While the pixies craved toGet a bite of his big, beautiful, roundBooty. He made allThem crumble in rageAnd envy. Tyrone Wells, first of his kind.A siren with a vicious smile and suchExquisite wit. They all knew better than to jock his steelo. 🙂 ❤ 😀 If you enjoyed this post please like, follow, comment, and share with your friends. Thank you! 😛 😆 😎

Gold on the BrainHe slapped the taste out my mouth so quick I hadTo grab my cheeks to stop the spinning. He saidHe wanted his motherfucking gold and heTold me I had thirty seconds to get himAll one hundred pieces. The movies had itAbsolutely wrong, that damn Leprechaun wasEight feet tall, with muscles I’d slobber over,

Crush the Skull“Crush the skull!” he screamed at Dan.He didn’t take his eyes off theMan lying on the floor once.In any other timeline,On any other planet,In all other dimensions,Chris would say bolt and let live,But they were on Neptune TwelveIn the Latumn DimensionAnd that meant Mutant Zombies.Safety flew out of the door…

She Ain’t MeMila took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and whisperedHer new mantra, “I am not a harbinger ofDeath or grief, or anything but my own choices.”As a banshee she had a bad rep of being a loud-mouth know-it-all.It wasn’t her fault that she was born with the gift ofForesight. She came from a long line of Blues singers;

Midnight Bite“You must’ve went and bumped your head, if you thought I’dStay dead and buried in that muddy ass hole.”Kyle froze when he heard the voice retort fromThe darkness outside his room. He should have dugThat hole deeper. His granddad always told him,“Eight feet of dirt keeps a body down for good.”“Malcolm,” he shuttered.

Sticky LickyIt licked myNeck, stickySalivaCoating myFlesh like aThick layerOf cream cheeseFrosting, noSprinkles—yuck.I didn’t move,Afraid thatIf it sensedI was notDead it wouldUse its sharpTeeth overIts slimy,Dripping tongue.I wantedTo scream atThe top ofMy lungs andJump off theGround, running…

Soul Eaters vs Bone EatersI tried to calm myBreathing as my eyesBlinked open, takingIn the room I foundMyself tied up in.The blonde man standingIn front of me laughed.“Finally you’re awake.”I gasped, “Joe, what theFuck are you doing?”He didn’t speak, or move.He just smirked as hisRed headed buddy…

Slammed ShutHe carried me deeperInto the cold dirt, hisRough hand crushing the flowOf blood to my thick wrist.He had it all confused.I tried to tell him I’mNot his lover, Derrick.But he didn’t wanna hearAny of that. He roseFrom the dead and said heWas never gonna letMe go. I was his “heart.”

Liar, Liar“I’ll be home soon.”Karen almostDropped the phone pressedTo her head likeA wet sponge, theNasty smell ofDispair and sinWafting from theDevice. She gulped.“You there, mommy?”She didn’t speak orMove. She froze byThe kitchen wallWhere the home phoneHung, the one SamUsed to hog up,Twirling her fat…

Brain DeadKarina caressed his pale chest withThe sharpest point of her dagger, herEyes to the brim with rage. “Tell me,”She bellowed. “How did my brother taste?”The man cried, chained to the floor with thinSilver chains wrapped around his body.“Please, you got the wrong guy,” he sniffled.Karina pressed the tip of her knife…

Eyes on MeThe devil couldn’t touch her, no way.And Hades couldn’t keep her tied down.Purgatory had to spit herBehind all the way out, two times.Ain’t no way she was gonna letA white man make her believe sheWasn’t the baddest Alp in the world.She had slain villages with justOne breath. She had sat on the chests…