shadow-rai
American
“Inspiration is Creation. / Creation is Success” ~Shad~ / / I'm a firm believer in that once you have created, you truly are a success...I run a creative writers group in Decatur Arkansas called the "Creators Cafe." It's a "just the right size group" of various ages ranging from 8~92, it's a blast! ;) / / I do Freelance Editing from home, run a farm with my Husband & 5 children, Substitute and do book reading at the Elementary here in town. / / I have been published in a few things but, really write because I enjoy it although "Oh, What A Tangled Web" is a book that I'm still proud to have been a part of... / / If there's any thing you want to know, just holler, I'm real easy to get along with ;) / / / Love & Light <3................If you have a FB Account I can be found here @ http://www.facebook.com/ShadowRai
(n) a form of greeting after a long separation amongst close friends.
"Wabbahooshna my good friend!"
NOTE: If the word is not from you, please leave credit to whom it belongs to and where you found it, Thanks :)
Jul 12, 2010
Jul 12, 2010 at 7:35 AM UTC
The Fates
1914 Heaven & Hell BLVD
Waco Texas 666
C.E.O. Master O. Cards
Incomplete Application For Living
This Is An App. For Living
Name: Last______ First______ Middle Initial__
Home Address: Mt Olive RD
State: AR. City:________ & Zip Code:________
Social Security Number:
*-(ect)-9797
Male or Female (please circle one)
Race: Yellow, Black, Red or Caucasian?
List Previous Acquaintances:
(beginning last to first,
in detail please, do rank them all
& mark which ones are worse)
Name:____________Have known for How Long?____________
Age:____________How would you rate this one?____________
Are you Enemies or Friends now?____________
What will they do?____________ What have they done?____________
Have you been convicted of a Felony?____________
Misdemeanor?____________ Or Likewise?____________
Plead Guilty?____________ Or No Contest?____________
Go against Legal Advise?____________
(If yes, then please explain:)________________________
_____________________________________________
Are you most Happy?____________ Somewhat Sad?____________
A High school Dropout?____________ College Grad?____________
Thin?________ Obese?________ Medium Build?________
Pretty?________ Ugly?________ Clumsy?________ Skilled?________
Disclaimer
If we are to judge you right, Please fill in all the spaces, The process must be quite precise, On Looks, I.Q. and Races. This information’s vital and our tally is what counts, It let’s us know which ones will live and which will need put down.
I hereby swear this is the truth, not made~up to cause hurt,
I understand the consequence should there be falsehoods in word.
Applicant: ______________________
(must be signed in blood or other D.N.A.)
Please Print Name:________________
(so we can read of whom we are to slay)
For questions please call our hotline toll-free @ 1-666-0My-Fate
Jul 12, 2010
Jul 12, 2010 at 7:19 AM UTC
Poetic words
are a pLaYgRoUnD to me
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((striking)) moods
as words oughtta
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sTrAnGe as it ))sounds((
Gives me the ~sensations~
like a
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m...............o
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I just had to tell you
I can no longer ((hide))
Well, writing to me is
like a pLaYgRoUnD’s
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Jul 12, 2010
Jul 12, 2010 at 6:11 AM UTC
She left her bag back at the station
she thought she’d carry on
and the whistle sounded as a watchman found it
he looked but she was gone
“Call for a Miss. Blume, I repeat Miss. Nora Blume
your bag’s at lost & found”
12 hours after a search had gathered
her family standing by
and the whistle sounded as the troops were rounded
up to contemplate the whys
“Ahh, Sherif, you may wanna have a look at this,
could be blood from the girl we just may have missed”
She left her bag back at the station
with a letter she had drawn
and the whistle sounded as a watchman found it
he looked but she was gone
“Dear Mother I am leaving, don’t expect me to return
I’ll love you always this is not a phase but a lesson never learned”
12 hours after a search had gathered
her family standing by
and the whistle sounded as the troops were rounded
up before the case went dry
“Ah, Sherif, you may wanna share this, it’s a note from Nora Blume,
her Mother needs to know that a suicide’s assumed”
She left her bag back at the station
where they came ‘cross a syringe
just one of many in a package
tangled in her wallets fringe
“I saw no need for luggage as I’ve carried more in wait
there’s a final wrath along my path that’s leading to my fate”
12 hours after a search had gathered
a blood trail lastly explored
and the whistle sounded as the troops dumbfounded
covered up her corpse
“Don’t cry for me, ask Daddy then you’ll know the reason why,
just put us in the same plot embracing on our sides”
She left her bag back at the station
she thought she’d carry on
and the whistle sounded as the two were grounded
down six feet moving on...
Jul 11, 2010
Jul 11, 2010 at 6:41 PM UTC
Plasma stains
beneath family portraits
Dust collects
on top of fingerprints
Bit’s of hair, fingernails
jammed in braided rugs
Just knowing
creates a foul stench
Oh, the spatter
that splattered when
Buckshot went off!
It’s been 8 years ago today
Claimed crazy residing
were once he had killed
And he always
plans to stay
Neighborhood strays
never sow to his lawn
They scurry by
whimpering in fear
For a body was missing
the law never saw,
Not even
the protruding ear
Grocers delivering food
strewed cross the yard
And the mailman
hasn’t stopped by in ages
It is said “who gets too close
to what rests inside,
Will be next posted
on the front pages
Jun 13, 2010
Jun 13, 2010 at 6:53 PM UTC
...and I was running,
out of breath,
out of time,
nearly dead
my footsteps in perfect sync
with racing beats of my heart
His panting
amplified
over my
shortness of air
within reach, one attempt
to halt me in full stride
I **** left
into an ally
that I was sure
had two ways out
a near miss yet determined
to harvest from his prey
There were
cans dodged,
tramps hurtled
on every hasty turn
then a dead end, I slow
recuperating to inhale
“Was it left,
left then right?
Right, left
then right?”
As I turned to race once more
but, darkness had caught up
His breath
on me familiar
as I couldn’t
catch my own
and to no avail I struggled
growing limp in my attempts
I was his
for feeding,
subtly anguished
yet captivated
as he softly laid me back
exposing all that he was after
Madness rushes
through me
as his fangs
perforated lust
a cool hand neath my neck
draws me closer rhythmically
I’ve lost all strength
though want
to whisper
as he carries me away
“Please, do with me what you will.”
And I fade.
Jun 13, 2010
Jun 13, 2010 at 6:51 PM UTC
In the wayward’s of a Wiccan
do no harm (those who’ve paid heed)
Ye old religion doth fright some
believing charms hold ***** deeds
Familiar’s rest contently by
Ye pentagram untangling lives
within ye coven “their” demise
will make all “those who’ve paid” view twice
“Peace is free, peace is free
Invoke thee, invoke thee
Evil doers now flee, now flee
far, far away from thee”
Sodium sears without ye knowledge
invade homesteads if you dare
but if evil hath been among you
tis your soul that will be bared”
Ye old religion doth fright some
believing charms hold ***** deeds
In the wayward’s of a Wiccan
do no harm (those who’ve paid heed)
Jun 13, 2010
Jun 13, 2010 at 6:49 PM UTC
Mystic notions of the unseen
(dream)
seer devotions to a Queen
Hidden visions all come true
(new)
Arcane theories brought to view
Beliefs so undefinable say
(pray)
eccentricities allure displays
Representations magical
(in scrawled)
Philosophies oracle
Jun 13, 2010
Jun 13, 2010 at 6:47 PM UTC
Lubricated swollen dreams
ragged
fevered
trembling
unyielding movements
exploration’s embraced
tight
bare
touching
rhythmic circles
and the pleasures die in vain
fly by in vain
sigh cries in vain
Lubricated swollen dreams
ragged
fevered
trembling once again...
Jun 13, 2010
Jun 13, 2010 at 6:46 PM UTC
See, see the judgmental sky
Marvel at its big green depths.
Tell me, do you wonder
why mother nature ignores you?
Why its feebly stare
makes you feel lazy.
I can tell you, it is
worried by your distorted ***** growth
That looks like
A mold.
What's more, it knows
Your sh*tty potting shed
Smells of peas.
Everything under the big judgmental sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm sh*ts like yourself...
Jun 13, 2010
Jun 13, 2010 at 6:44 PM UTC