Category: Poetry

A Haiku; No Writing
I feel very lostNo technology can ease the pain Writing, I cannot Keep your bite, S.C. Parris
I stared into the eyes of dirt, And knew that mud would soon form within, If only they could. I turned from you, Pressed to find a colder heart, Somewhere... Somewhere deep within my own. And though I'd spilled so much blood, Times past, Decades before, This wilting strand of acceptance I held close, Haunted […]
A Poem: The Night
In these frozen hours, Haunting recollections beckon. Betwixt my sheets lies absence, Atop my breasts rests the heaviness of the night. And I am alone. A collection of thoughts? Perhaps, But their lingering finality cannot deny me of my need. My need for another. Perhaps. My need for another mind. One to pit against my […]
Sneak Peek of Something Great!
Since I'm at college right now, I'll post more about my interview with Before Sunrise Press if I can get my hands on a computer before I get home today. Weee! Keep your bite! -S.C. Parris
War: A Poem
War In this fading pain, A pain encumbering with my action, I slip, Recollecting lost fragments of things not in time. A quote, A choice, A love, Lost. My head screams with my regret, But push forward I must. Fatigue drags me further down, The sand beneath my feet Loose, Rough, Cold. There is something […]
Poem: Howl
I watched you from afar, But stood right next to you. And all the same my tears did fall, Into the pit I carved for you. Desire? I was lost. Gathering the scraps of what I’d held on to so dear, I blew the secret when I let you in. I am the wind, Wishing […]
Poem: To Exist
I felt long removed from strains of inadequacy. The pain of merely remaining, Existing.
Interview with Nostrovia! Poetry!
You can read the interview on their website here, but for those of you not too keen on clicking links, here's the interview in its entirety below: Tell us a little bit about your writing career. I’ve self-published two stories, entitled, The Dark World, and The Immortal’s Guide respectively. They are a part of a […]
Poem: Your Eyes
I trace the lines of your needWith the haunt of my departure. I try and see the way your eyes reject my light, My hope. Dispel it, Vanquish, All hope. There is more to this than despair, More to this than angry looks. My scent calls for your removal— A hounding thrill of a pleasure […]
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