Patricia Harris-
Patricia Harris is a dreamer, crafter, gamer and digital artist who loves creativity in life. A half mad poet, her writing is found all over social media and various other websites. She is a devoted mom who can be found doing a variety of art when she isn’t penning poetry and writing words. She is owner of the indie publishing company Fae Corps publishing. For more from Patricia, check out www.Facebook.com/mouseypoet or pattimouse.blog
And for a reading list of her books go to https://books2read.com/rl/PatriciaHarris
And as Serena Mossgraves -
Serena Mossgraves is a twisted faery with a love of gothic settings and an urge to scare. She’s constantly on the prowl for new ways to twist old stories into dark tales that excite and terrify. If you’re also drawn to nightmares, come visit Serena on Facebook at www.facebook.com/serenitysfall Or check out her reading list at https://books2read.com/rl/serenamossgraves
So, I was going to ask what I should do for the next volume… but I finished Immortality before I could get to today. Facebook suggested that I do Quiet screams next.
I actually want to ask a question. I had a live poetry reading thing in my local library. And I was extra nervous because of the parking situation with the library. It requires parallel parking. I can not parallel park. So my therapist suggested that I ask a complete stranger to do it for me. Is that normal? I feel like that is not normal and would create more anxiety. What do you think? Is asking for a complete stranger to park your only vehicle a normal thing?
Welcome to where time stands still No one leaves and no one will Moon is full, never seems to change Just labelled mentally deranged Dream the same thing every night I see our freedom in my sight No locked doors, no windows barred No things to make my brain seem scarred Sleep my friend, and you will see The dream is my reality They keep me locked up in this cage Can’t they see it’s why my brain says rage? Sanitarium Leave me be Sanitarium Just leave me alone Build my fear of what’s out there Cannot breathe the open air Whisper things into my brain Assuring me that I’m insane They think our heads are in their hands But violent use brings violent plans Keep him tied, it makes him well He’s getting better, can’t you tell? No more can they keep us in Listen, damn it, we will win They see it right, they see it well But they think this saves us from our hell Sanitarium Leave me be Sanitarium Just leave me alone Sanitarium (Just leave me alone) Fear of living on Natives getting restless now Mutiny in the air Got some death to do Mirror stares back hard Kill, it’s such a friendly word Seems the only way For reaching out again
My 2 Cents –
Feeling a little extra crazy these days, so I felt like a visit to the sanitarium was appropriate. an old favorite, and one that helps to calm the demons when they get a little too restless.
The problem with April is I actually don’t share the new poetry as much….so I wanted to squeeze some of the pretty stuff that I wrote in Immortality onto the net. I am actually really proud of this volume. It is a good thing.
Pattimouse 