Dues Paid...by your senses

ATC...

A little something for allergy season.

Mary

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Sleepless night put to rest
Working woman his detest
Worrisome life yours to tell
Post-mortem letters sent from Hell

No worry of pence
No comfort in Gin
Marys bed
A street of red

~ElizaDeath

Illustration Friday - Poetry Thursday

Just a little color pencil drawing of strange Angel and Devil like creatures.

Angels and Devils
Equal in strength
gravitational energies
Lead by the mind

Devils like Angels
No malace planned
Just polar opposites
Gathered by likeness

Personless
Side by side
At energy's command

Blessed Be ATC

Death Eludes Her

An ATC and a poem...

Not given a choice but would never say no
The sublime darkness began to grow
In a Vampiric kiss, intoxicating poison
Took all of my life and cast a dark soul

~ElizaDeath

Remember the Toll

An ATC and a poem inspired by it.


Just a toll for Charons ride
Save two pennies for your eyes
Down the Styx a ferry glides
Destination: other-side
Skip the fee left to roam
Your poor soul all alone!

~ElizaDeath

I'm going to give Poetry Thursday a try so that I can focus more on writing. It should be interesting to see if I can keep up. We'll see!

Shoes

Sunday Scribblings: My Shoes


I awoke a fit of fright
Of a dream I had last night
As a ghost I watched my wake
Somber people eating cake
Closer look and their not there
In that coffin feet are bare
I make my wish loud and clear
With a voice you now can hear
My dead feet will have some shoes
Or I'll haunt you as I chose!

~ElizaDeath

Titanic

Last week, April 30th to be exact (I had to check the date on flickr) I made this Titanic card. No intentions came to mind other than I had a picture of a steam ship and I felt like making some 'dark' art. I made the card, posted it in flickr, traded it the same day and forgot about it.

Just now upon a quick scan of today's yahoo headlines I saw that the last American Titanic survivor died today...exactly one week after I made that card.

I thought I had made a post showing my creation but I didn't...then I wondered when exactly I had made the card...

Here's the story about Lillian Asplund

The Ghost

ATC...

THE GHOST
by: Charles Baudelaire

SOFTLY as brown-eyed Angels rove
I will return to thy alcove,
And glide upon the night to thee,
Treading the shadows silently.

And I will give to thee, my own,
Kisses as icy as the moon,
And the caresses of a snake
Cold gliding in the thorny brake.

And when returns the livid morn
Thou shalt find all my place forlorn
And chilly, till the falling night.

Others would rule by tenderness
Over thy life and youthfulness,
But I would conquer thee by fright!