Diagonal across our bed
Caressing where you lay your head
In the 6am reticent
I picture your face.

You didn’t come home again.

Another Saturday night of cold sheets and late excuses.
Who are you sleeping next to
When I curl up with
The fragmented reality of us?
My life is crumbling beneath me
But you’ve got the world at your feet.

When you wake up
Do you think of me,
Or am I just a veiled certainty
Casting a shadow on who you want to be?

Rhymes for the signs

Aries: riled and wild

Taurus: tradition and commission

Gemini: books and looks

Cancer: emotion and devotion

Leo: hair and flair

Virgo: debate and articulate

Libra: charm and alarm

Scorpio: tattoos and booze

Sagittarius: hunt and confront

Capricorn: silence and guidance

Aquarius: know and grow

Pisces: tension and attention

Netflix is adapting Dr. Seuss, Green Eggs and Ham it will produce.

A new Netflix series has appeared, but this one is a little weird. The streaming service has a plan to adapt Green Eggs and Ham — Dr. Seuss’ famous creation, made into TV animation. Thirteen episodes will make the show, the release date of which, we don’t yet know. Netflix’s new project is the latest of several — most recently, there was Daredevil— as the company increasingly competes, with cable TV and its repeats.

Confessions of a whumper

Hey there, favourite character that I’ve just come across
You seem to be a nice and decent bloke
You’re pretty when you smile and you are lovely when you’re cross
I wonder what you look like when you choke

I want to see you crumble and I want to see you break
I want you to be beaten, bleeding, sick
I want to see you feverish, I want to see you quake
Screaming or in silence – take your pick

I hate the ones who hurt you (but I’m thankful that they do)
There’s probably an error in my brain
My heart is bleeding for you; for the things that you go through
But how I love to see you writhe in pain

The reason why I watch the show is basically you
Tell me all your dreams and all your fears
So I can crush the former and then bring the latter true
Because your face looks empty with no tears

To the Dead Star

My Dead Star.

Is Love, the name of Trust? 

If it is, then I shall sew pockets inside my flesh, to hide these fragments of your soul from strange eye.

My Dead Star, I feel you tremble at my Heart’s touch.

So Is Love, the absence of Fear? 

If so, then in your lair I shall stand so still in silence that you shall never know I live here with you.

My Dead Star,

Is Love just belonging?

Then I shall make your cold eye my home. And therein shall our universes lie intertwined for all the hundreds of winter’s that you contain in your soul.

But if love is warmth,

then I shall lay my bones down at your altar. To rekindle your dying flames. Until I have a sun blazing in the heart of Death itself.

My beloved Dead Star

Is Love nothing?

If so, then I will sink to nothingness right here before your eyes. Become the soul of these stone walls, so that I may house your hardened heart inside my being.

My love, but I may fall short if Love is Truth. 

So if Love is Truth. Even Deception will stand in awe at your uprightness,

unblinking, unstirring

as you lead herds of men to their salvation. No frost or fire

would dare to climb upon your shoulders.

My Dead Star.


English Nursery Rhymes with Unexpected and Sometimes Disturbing Historical Origins

Many people associate nursery rhymes with reading happy stories to children, or remember being children themselves and chanting them while they play. However, the origins of several English nursery rhymes may be more complex and at times more disturbing than they first appear.

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Meet My Monster

“Hi! Nice to meet you!
How do you do?”

“Great, thanks for asking.
Hey, what’s that with you?”

“Oh that’s my monster.
It’s ugly, I know.
But it has to come with me
Wherever I go.”

“I too have a monster!
It’s back at my place.
If I bring it outside
People scream in its face.”

“Well my monster’s nasty,
With ten rows of teeth.
If you pull back the fur
It’s got slime underneath.”

“That isn’t so bad.
Mine’s such a fright.
Always changing its shape
And creeping at night.”

“That really sounds neat!
All mine does is moan.
It’s hairy and spooky
So it’s rather alone.”

“Yeah, so is mine.
It weeps quite a lot.
Not much I can do –”

“Hey! I just had a thought!
Why don’t I come over?
Our monsters can meet!”

“I like that idea!
It could be scary-sweet!”

“It might not work out,
I guess that depends.
But our monsters, I feel,
Could be best of friends!”

– Kendra Mack