Eye Of The Storm

Seeing the storm from my eyes.

Asmodeus #46: Gifts

there are garlands around her neck bruised flowers of long fingers blue stamps over pale skin yellowing tattoos of old rust she'll tie her tongue inside her mouth with sparkling diamonds soaked in acid before she lets the sunlight touch... Continue Reading →


Asmodeus #45: Bruised

bruised knuckles don't hurt as much as bruised cheeks do when he pulls back his fist and pauses mid-air a throne of death in his eyes and pools of lava floating in his knuckles every time he stops the flinches... Continue Reading →

Asmodeus #44: Poetry

the best poetry is that which looks the simplest on the surface but if you peer in you see depths of oceans in murky echoes resounding within you like it is bouncing off the far away walls of the mountains... Continue Reading →

It’s Been A While.

Quite a long while.   I'm sorry I haven't been around. I don't think I have mentally been in a headspace that  any of you wanted to see. Or one that I wanted to share anyway. I will post more... Continue Reading →


Strong is the will of those who don't break stronger still of those who break and spring back but those who suffer silently draped in a shroud of their own agony that trails behind their heads like a bridal train... Continue Reading →

The Real Testament #0

I'm here, I'm there, I'm everywhere. And yet, nobody wants to listen to me. I am literally the most ignored entity in the history of the universe. I can say that with conviction because I know everything. I also know... Continue Reading →

High Standards.

"You're going to be single for the rest of your life if your standards are so high!" "My standards are the lowest a person can have. My standards are literally no racism, sexism, homophobia, misogyny or anything like that. Basically... Continue Reading →


Old malice bites the air, old ravings rave again, though the hour has not yet struck. -Anna Akhmatova We deal with our minds in whatever way we can and form coping mechanisms that may or may not be healthy. That's... Continue Reading →

Asmodeus #43: Soft

they say girls should be soft but keep forgetting that the footsteps of predators are the softest before they pounce on their prey so being a girl i say, "run!" we're as soft as they come.

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