Pseudopsychosis.

Pseudopsychosis.

Poems and psychosis.

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    my heart in the oubliette

    August 23, 2021
    Poetry
    Creative Writing, dverse, Fiction, Free-Verse, Gothic, Literature, Love, Poetry, Prose, Prose-Poetry, Writing
  • Chapter Three of The Obsession.

    “But, you’re neglecting to tell me everything. I know that, Mischa. What have you been hiding from me?” She looked almost sad as she put their dishes in the sink. ‘Your memories, Oktavia. That’s what I’m hiding.’ “Mischa? Where are you going? Don’t walk away from me.”

    August 20, 2021
    Prose, Stories/Excerpts
    Creative Writing, Fantasy, Fiction, Horror, Kindle Vella, LGBTQ, Literature, Prose, Sci-Fi, Thriller, Writing
  • Flowers alone (Draft?)

    I didn’t want to know it anymore.

    August 20, 2021
    Poetry, Prose
    Creative Writing, Dark Poetry, Free-Verse, Literature, Micropoetry, Non-Fiction, Poetry, Prose, Prose-Poetry, Writing
  • Strange dreams.

    I eat the white hot moon and the fuchsia blood-eating all man

    August 19, 2021
    Poetry, Prose
    Creative Writing, Free Verse Revolution, Free-Verse, Literature, Love, Non-Fiction, Poetry, Prose, Prose-Poetry, Writing
  • Leave me alone (Draft).

    turn away cull the thoughts wanting to go home.

    August 19, 2021
    Poetry
    Band, Creative Writing, dverse, Free-Verse, Literature, Non-Fiction, Poetry, Prose, Prose-Poetry, Social Anxiety, Writing
  • Doing a Service.

    Darcy knew better than to play with time—it wasn’t cheap after all.

    August 19, 2021
    Prose, Stories/Excerpts
    Creative Writing, Fantasy, Fiction, Horror, Humor, Literature, Prose, Sci-Fi, SciFanSat, Story, Writing
  • “SOME MORE TIME?” by Kunjal G.

    The humble words of the wise “Death is a prerequisite to life “it will always arrive and once it does…”

    August 18, 2021
    L.W.W.O.H. Submissions Posts, Poetry, Prose
    Creative Writing, Death, Free-Verse, Literature, Non-Fiction, Poetry, Prose, Prose-Poetry, Tragedy, Writing
  • Solitude’s simplest explanation.

    just not to feel anything beyond me
 in solitude’s Occam’s razor.

    August 17, 2021
    Poetry, Prose
    Creative Writing, dverse, Free-Verse, Gasa, Literature, Love, Non-Fiction, Poetry, Prose, Prose-Poetry, Writing
  • My reply, Lucy.

    Originally posted on mtaggartwriter:
    and also the men who are too large, walking. hurting, toward the storeand the women who sit in their cars, windows nearly closed, smokeeverywhere and they see me looking at you, in my phone, while I’mnone of them and also everything they are and here we all sitWondering about how the…

    August 17, 2021
    Poetry, Prose
    Creative Writing, Death, Free-Verse, Humanity, Literature, Non-Fiction, Poetry, Prose, Prose-Poetry, Writing
  • Band Rehearsal Chronicles #1.

    I lost myself in the music—I often did, just like when my guitar strap fell off while in the middle of a song we were playing once. I didn’t stop a beat as I got down on my knees to keep playing.

    August 17, 2021
    Prose, Stories/Excerpts
    Band, Creative Writing, Depression, Literary, Literature, Mental Health, Non-Fiction, Prose, Social Anxiety, Story, Writing
  • Dreamscape.

    How fucked is that? She mused in her dreamscape.

    August 16, 2021
    Prose, Stories/Excerpts
    Creative Writing, dverse, Dystopia, Fiction, Horror, Literature, Love, Prose, Sci-Fi, Story, Writing
  • “The Obsession” (Chapter 3 Via Kindle Vella).

    Oktavia noticed the discomfort and cupped Mischa’s chin. “It is dead, darling. What is there to fear?” She looked again at Oktavia. “So many things.”

    August 16, 2021
    Prose, Stories/Excerpts
    Creative Writing, Fiction, Horror, LGBTQ, Literature, Prose, Romance, Sci-Fi, Story, Thriller, Writing
  • Artificial (Draft).

    pray to your artificial god, my mania sulks

    August 16, 2021
    Poetry, Prose
    Creative Writing, Dark Poetry, Fiction, Free-Verse, Literature, Mania, Poetry, Prose, Prose-Poetry, Sci-Fi, Writing
  • Alone.

    There, the shores of lonely remembrance see as to I have brought On the stirring abandoned rivers that are breathless through the shriveled drops of blood, And it is glinted from the wounding sun upon my pale skin that flutters upon the shallow surf, And I, oh, I will be beside the sunsets and shadows that waned through the pretty moans, Gemmed with tears that will roll as the grappling sea that lays with a reflection of rattled and splintering waves that will curl upon the quiet stones;

    August 16, 2021
    Poetry
    Creative Writing, Dark Poetry, Free-Verse, Literature, Non-Fiction, Poetry, Prose, Prose-Poetry, Thoughts, Writing
  • “A Visit from the Angel” by Nick Pipitone.

    Shall forever be well, Like Julian said Centuries ago

    August 15, 2021
    L.W.W.O.H. Submissions Posts, Poetry, Prose
    Fantasy, Fiction, Free-Verse, Literature, Love, Magic, Poetry, Prose, Prose-Poetry, Religious, Writing
  • Ash Wednesday.

    Ash Wednesday in her bedroom on the thorns/ death’s bone-flute

    August 15, 2021
    Poetry
    Creative Writing, Dark Poetry, Death, Fiction, Free-Verse, Literature, Love, Poetry, Prose, Prose-Poetry, Writing
  • “Memories, Never Mine” Published in Edge of Humanity Magazine.

    My poem, “Memories, Never Mine” has been published in Edge of Humanity Magazine. My utmost thanks and gratitude to the editor Joelcy Kay for accepting my work.

    August 14, 2021
    Poetry, Prose
    Creative Writing, Dark Poetry, Edge of Humanity, Free-Verse, Literature, Non-Fiction, Poetry, Prose, Prose-Poetry, Writing
  • Success.

    “You’re the first of your kind—”

    August 14, 2021
    Prose, Stories/Excerpts
    Creative Writing, Death, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Humor, Literature, Love, Prose, Sci-Fi, SciFiFri, Writing
  • “My child” poem published in MasticadoresUSA.

    I’m very excited to announce that my poem, “My child”, has been published at MasticadoresUSA.

    August 13, 2021
    Poetry, Prose
    Creative Writing, Death, Depression, Fiction, Free-Verse, Literature, MasticadoresUSA, Poetry, Prose, Prose-Poetry, Writing
  • Chapter Two of The Obsession.

    She could barely remember the former king, but she knew enough modern history that the colonies dispersed before killing each other in a series of small wars. It was knowledge that felt natural to her. She was in enough battles, recalling in distant psychological experience, to warrant the existential solipsistic dread that when she held the sword, she was the only one that mattered in anyone’s eyes. Including her father’s.

    August 13, 2021
    Prose, Stories/Excerpts
    Creative Writing, Dystopia, Fantasy, Fiction, Horror, LGBTQ, Literature, Prose, Sci-Fi, Story, Writing
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