A blinding light shines from behind his deeming eyes.
I bear my claws, attempting to sway him from attack.
Unsuccessful.
Wielding his scythe above his head, the lifeless, turbulent man steps
towards me and stops.
“I dare you!” I shout into the barren night.
With one swift motion his scythe cuts through the thick blackness
and rips into my hollow chest.
Dropping the scythe, he forces his hand through my cavity to seize my
dying heart.
Suspending it in front of me, he laughs demonically and says, “I wanted to
touch that which only I could have broken.”
Returning my shriveled heart to my chest, he heals my wounds with loving
words, soft kisses, and a gentle embrace.
Someday he will be the death of me.

~Kryson

Trapped within the world I have created,
I hunger for only you.
The pain of desire, overwhelming.
Blood filled tears stain my aged face.
I would sprout wings and fly, but I cannot
for I am a cat prowling the night for my
next victim.
When I try to love, I only devour.

~Kryson

I’m going to be posting bits and pieces of old stories and poetry I find on my HD or in files at the back of my file cabinets from time to time. Most of these are from round robins, author duels, or fan fic from years passed. I found myself keeping them not only because I was enjoying myself, but because they were written during a time when I had the most support I had ever experienced when it came to my writing.

These will be raw postings, so don’t be surprised if they’re chalked full of every error and no-no imaginable. You never know how old some of these pieces are, so some of them might be absolutely terrible. I might do something with these in the future… but for now, they are a nostalgic look into the past for me and I hope at least moderately enjoyable for you.

Pine Cone

Dead on the outside
Yet something stirs deep inside
The signs of new life

-Kryson

Ahhhh… Valentine’s Day. Ever since I was a kid, I’ve hated Valentine’s Day. Giving out little cards to kids wasn’t how I wanted to spend my day. I’d rather take a test. Once I was a teen, Valentine’s Day was just a reminder that I was alone. Everyone that was in a “couple” seemed so happy, until I was in a couple myself and the daggers and drama came out of the woodwork. The worst was the expectation placed on both men and women to give something amazing and almost everyone seemed to be disappointed.

I was happy with a peck on the cheek myself.

My husband usually has to work on Valentine’s. That’s where he’s at now. Although Valentine’s Day just seems like another excuse to spend money, he always does something sweet for me anyway. He’s a bigger romantic than I am. That was hard to admit years ago, but it’s true.

So, in honor of this day… here’s a poem I wrote for him years ago. Not exactly a happy piece, but it reminds me of where I’ve been and how lucky I am to have such a wonderful man in my life.

Hey, I never said it was a good poem!

I have a lot of poetry and snippets of prose sitting here on my HD. I thought about posting it, but I always post my poetry on forums and blogs. While I used to get comments and reactions, I feel like I’m beating a dead horse now, so I’ll ask…

Are you interested? Should I post my old poetry? Would you be interested in reading cuttings of my postings from old round robins and author duels? Would you rather I just get on with the podcast?