Masks

Masks Post by Frankie Pearson Sweet people are neither stupid nor naive…. They are so strong that they afford the luxury of not wearing any masks.************************************ Ouch…. That just both hurt and comforted me, I don’t think more honest words could exist. I may change my appearance, but it’s impossible to for me to wearContinue reading “Masks”

Writers Write

“Writers Write”, cliche but true… (I never knew, or expected to be a writer, that is…) but that seems to be what I do…. writing has become my oxygen and sanity, my therapy, my voice…. even if no one listens…. for me, I feel, writing is all that I have…. it is where I makeContinue reading “Writers Write”

The Beach

The Beach If you could see what I seelost in the ocean wavesFierce, forlorn, curling white There is so much more out there Coming calling on the freezing windAnswers from Oracle lipsTasting the salty breezeGuiding amongst the shadowsThe harsh gusts pushing hard,to remind you that you’re not alone Mourning mists turn to night The greyContinue reading “The Beach”

In Love With It’s Shade of Black

Dripping from the mouths of Ravens, I recognized myself within the silhouette. The closer darkness came to me, I knew there was no turning back…… Raven BLACK πŸ–€πŸ₯€

At night, I hear William Shakespeare weep

At night, I hear William Shakespeare weep……. If you wondered… Or Wanted to BE…? Here we are together….. Not for nothing? But, the most beautiful and talented couple of all time….. Love in Darkness, Sex, and Pain Here….I give everything to you The world is an oyster in the palm of my hand and you?Continue reading “At night, I hear William Shakespeare weep”

For You

“But when you move away from me, even just the least bit, a blackness descends upon me, I feel engulfed.”~ Henry Miller, from a letter to AnaΓ―s Nin and then for some unknown reasonIt doesn’t seem to matter. Mystery, madness, bedfellows Naked, hand in hand….. The darkness Is my home Night, Falls like a brilliantContinue reading “For You”

Romance is Not Dead

Romance is Not Dead Romance is not deadIt’s us the air that fuels these tired bonesUp here in the cemeteryIt calls upon my nameI see beauty and pain around me…..yes, I hear your nameThe wind is howling like thunderOnly wicked places to hideEven I … try to protect youFrom Mephistopheles harsh liesYou and I areContinue reading “Romance is Not Dead”

Time… Embraced…Not Denied

Time… Embraced…Not Denied Strike quicky When the moment presents itself Be fulfilled In your dreams In the promises of love No secrets Life (this one) is to shortAnd I promise The world to you With truth, heart, dedication We are … MagicK (do you remember) We….are gods and goddessesWe are more than King an QueenContinue reading “Time… Embraced…Not Denied”

Home to Me

Home To Me: Silence is Darkness’s older siblingDancing in the Raven sky aboveMy name… Echoes in the Night πŸŒ™πŸ¦‡πŸ˜ˆ Raven BLACKπŸ–€πŸ₯€ Silence is Darkness older sibling. I love that. People often fear the silence as much as the darkness, because both things confront us with our own thoughts and fears. But this is also theContinue reading “Home to Me”

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Mourning Silence

Mourning Silence She fell from the skyBroken dreams upon her back Pulling her down to the ground Never looking back or over her shoulderShe was at peace with the thoughtburning up deep inside There was no horrorThere was no pain lingeringAll in a moment It was gone I saw her as brillianceI once saw herContinue reading “Mourning Silence”

What is Night

“What hath the night to do with sleep?”Honestly….. absolutely nothingThe night invites the creativeThe magick The imaginationIt is when the veil is loosed between common and immortal…. Where Insanity becomes the the norm Raven BLACK πŸ–€πŸ₯€

Haunted

Haunted The air before Spring has a certain nip. Dark and unexpected as you wait for the coming warmth. Catacombs and Rainbows fall with certain death while cemeteries, centuries old come to life doing the Charleston while a ragged moon seems to swoon kissing barren tree branches underneath already tired clouds, passing along in theContinue reading “Haunted”

Fall of Night

The Fall of Night Who am I but the harbinger of night and death. I circle above you in silence, I see visions of black and red. The innocent souls bleed for freedom, the guilty cry out against their fates. The time for judgement has passed along as what transpires is according to their ownContinue reading “Fall of Night”

Twin Souls

Twin Souls It takes magicK to See magicKAnd together it shall thrive, forever more.πŸ–€πŸ₯€ Raven BLACK πŸ–€πŸ₯€

What Hath Night To Do with Sleep

“What hath the night to do with sleep?”Honestly….. absolutely nothingThe night invites the creativeThe magick The imaginationIt is when the veil is loosed between common and immortal…. Where Insanity becomes the the norm Raven BLACKπŸ–€πŸ₯€

Midnight Suns

Midnight Suns Eternal moonsMidnight sunsMy skin… Cold to the touch To be one With the evening skyBack alleys My place to now to feed Empty veins call my nameRaven BLACK, Vampyre WitchThe city sleeps and I wonderAm I, Will I remain… Alone A candle burns in a windowInside I see Her as I knew MeBeautiful,Continue reading “Midnight Suns”

“For All of my Goth Brothers and Sisters”

“Para todos mis hermanos y hermanas gΓ³ticos”Reprinting by Black RAVEN Soon~πŸŒ’πŸŒ•πŸŒ˜ 93/93 “Todos somos Brujos y MagosTenemos las llaves del cosmosy las muchas dimensiones.Por ritos y diseΓ±oSomos los creadoresdesde donde se alinean las estrellasDe voces antiguasnos regalaron el verdadero conocimientode los recursos divinosy por intencionesCreamos y definimos nuestro universodesde muy adentroNosotros mismos” *(Mateo Bowers)* ~93*********************************Continue reading ““For All of my Goth Brothers and Sisters””

Born Again

Born Again Rise up from the ashes Phoenix fireKindred spirits burnLaughing downThe buried groundSix feet underLost and FoundDream on believerDream onFeel the full weightOf the brick in your mouthProtection, detection Tied to a bell dead ringerOf the night breedStumbling along The graveyard shiftA few good pints Crimson mixed with ryeDrunken splendorHas taken a lifeAnd buriedContinue reading “Born Again”

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