im a member, haha
I have always occasionally visited, reading the various prose, poetry ... and looking at all the prettyful pictures. Hopefully some time soon, when i get the chance, i will post some of my writings up.
Fear of deathMy fears of death erupt, Nothing can stop them now, I’m stuck. When am I going to leave this world and how?Fear of death
I turned around but you weren’t there, I don’t want to die like you did. Why did they take you away, don’t they care? Fear grips me; my vitals churn in upset. I lick my lips, tasting briny tears. My palms sweat, clammy and wet. How can I face this fear of death?
Fire breathes and scorches my face, My feet trip and hands fall where they should not be placed. Screaming, my hands black and ruined The flames lick at my feet; devouring me. &nbs
Death's Tune… I could feel the customer's eyes on me, sure and calculating as they roved from the top of my head down to my shackled feet, taking in the blackness of my skin and the rancid smell that rose off it, crimpling his nose in repugnance.Death's Tune
A hard shove from behind, targeting the middle of my back, sent me crashing to my knees and wincing with the pain as the manacles chafed against my ankles and wrists, causing wounds to reopen and bleed.
The tendrils of my hate rose and I snarled at the customer, baring my teeth in a rictus. A whoosh of air and the plaited whip snaked out and flayed the skin from my back. I roared, str
You HumansThe taste of your blood is tantalizing, Filling my mouth with its sweetness I feel my soul energizing, My body reformed in its completeness.You Humans
Hiding from the day, This hunger makes me into what I am. With each night I stray, Satisfying my yearning for the blood of man.
With screams of strife, You humans fear and cower. Your essence of life, Provides my body with power.
It is my precious treasure, Of immortality and strength. A luxury and pleasure, In knowing that life has no length
It is my sorrowful curse,
SilenceRedemptionRedemptionRedemption
The black sun blazed down at her, sucking away all her dreams, hopes, thoughts and inspiration from her. She limped her way around wondering what her fate would be. How far it lay? The heavy air laden with dust and heat was pierced by a lone vulture's howl. Symbolically she tripped on a bone. All her energy seemed to be sweeping away from her. The sun grew blacker.
The land was dry and barren. With each dragged step she stirred sand that had that had been resting for years. Untouched, undisturbed, unremembered. It formed small clouds of dust by her ankle and then flattened down again tired of
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Lara Jade.
larajadephotography@gmail.com
l a r a j a d e . c o . uk
ill spread word
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Heroes are for Kids without homes.
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~Take another stab at my heart~
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Just Call Me Jesus
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~Take another stab at my heart~
roxi
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Heroes are for Kids without homes.
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