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Numb, like 2 days of cheap vodka and lortabs. These feelings have been repressed for to long. I am angry that I have kept them bottled up. I am going to show true feelings and emotions from now on. I am bitter from memories of my past. I am angry at my mother for allowing these memories to be real. I am embaressed by my actions that come from lack of self-control. I am hurt becuase I have hurt those I love. I am scared that I will never have a stable mind. I am sad that I cannot fix all that is wrong. I am regretful of more things…

my make-up is smeared my hair is in knots sweat covers my body my innocence is lost you put on your shoes rush me away call the next day to see that I’m ok I’ll say I’m fine what a divine lie how long will I hide deep down inside the woman who screams let me be free *** author bio: My name is Alisha Poff. I grew up in Bluefield WV. I’ve always loved to write. Pretty much since I learned how to. I wrote alot of short stories when I was younger. I won a few awards for them. One being the Young Writer’s when I was in…

Bound by the opression of love. The tortures, unsympathetic mind you posess. Constant, consistent, rejections fill you with the color of happiness. Red, blue, green. You keep me shackled to you, close enough, like a watchful hawk’s eye. But far enough that the taste of sweet honey is denied. Fighting through the incoherentness that is you. Only leads back to the illusion of who you were supposed to be. *** author bio: My name is Alisha Poff. I grew up in Bluefield WV. I’ve always loved to write. Pretty much since I learned how to. I wrote alot of short stories when I was younger. I won a few awards…

Completely unexpected Sitting upon your lap My eyes meet yours There is a smile upon my face Something silly and unimporant is spoken Laughter comes *** author bio: My name is Alisha Poff. I grew up in Bluefield WV. I’ve always loved to write. Pretty much since I learned how to. I wrote alot of short stories when I was younger. I won a few awards for them. One being the Young Writer’s when I was in 3rd grade. I started writing poetry when I was 13. After I read my first Edgar Allen Poe poem. My main influence is Sylvia Plath. I love her style and her words speak…

Sleep doesn’t come on this chilly fall night. I sit, eyes wide open, wandering the room. I watch the smoke exit my mouth. My thoughts are of you. Moods in grey and black. Your silencer is on. Back, back to where we are. Always the same. You will smile sweetly and kiss goodnight. Sleep doesn’t come on this chilly fall night. *** author bio: My name is Alisha Poff. I grew up in Bluefield WV. I’ve always loved to write. Pretty much since I learned how to. I wrote alot of short stories when I was younger. I won a few awards for them. One being the Young Writer’s when…

Unlock the darkness to find the key. The key is the answer to all one seeks. The answer is right in front of you if you look. I found the key and the key is me. Light your Inner Black Flame from within And you will find all the knowledge you seek. Use the flame to illuminate the soul And in turn you will conquer the depths, The very depths of your own abyss. Fear not the darkness before you. It is there to expand all that you know While teaching all that you do not know. Unloose you conscious, unloose you unconscious Let the Inner Black Flame illuminate all…

Thoughts go swirling through my head It is true, they ask, that tolerance is dead? What means all these signs of the times When lives are bought for a few dimes? Are we, as citizens, becoming less aware Of that which should cause the greatest fear? It is not bombs or guns that destroy Our freedom as if it were a mere toy, but power wielded by those who should care, but instead try to get away with as much as they dare. Those leaders among us who do not try To understand the deeper question of “Why?” Such as why it matters to whom we pray? Or why only…

Lady Moon, grant me night vision. Let me walk in your half-light at ease with my unknowing. Once I thought, if only, if only I had money, if only I was loved: I would be content. If only, if only I could find the correct path, the right answer, the perfect word I would be content. And failing this, I imagined if, if I asked for nothing, making gilt shrines to my gathered sufferings: I would be content. Lady, Lady Moon, grant me this favor: to know that contentment is not always the highest good. Tide pull me, stretch me, disturb me, give me sweet and sour dreams, in your…

*** photographer bio: David, also known as ‘Dew’ to his closest friends, began his photography career as an apprentice at a prestigious photography studio in Northern Illinois. After many years of extensive hands-on training with experts in the field, he fulfilled his life-long dream of becoming a professional photographer. Although a back injury has since forced him to retire from the industry, he still enjoys capturing artistic images, but as a hobby now, rather than a career.

All the pictures are made with the program Vue 5 Esprit, from e-on software. I realy love this program. It´s easy to get started with and make lovely landscapes. And there is a lot of stuff out on the net for free, like objects and other things. The pentagram is the first object I managed to make myself and I´m rather pleased with it. Hope you like the pictures as much as I do. Just remember I am only a beginner working with this Program. *** crafters bio: Greatings to All I am IsisMoonTree, a swedish solitary Witch. This path has been mine for about 5-6 years now and I…