Poetry by Marilyn Orr Cruz Author of Bridgewater State, Mackey, and Cops

   Ode To A Suicidal Friend…    You dwell too much with death my friend, There is no mystery. * So rapt you are by the unknown, You spin your fantasy. Deep intrigue,  And rituals, Mahogany  So neat, Marble Angels… Profound words, Etched around their feet.. Oh! How we tend to glamorize death… Remember Camille…… [Continue Reading]

Thoughts

Thoughts Sitting in a deserted corner of a small village in the cervices of my mind.  Lint balls, moth balls, powdery smells of old ladies perfume.  This is a new place, a sad place, a place I didn’t know existed and I have been a lot of places.  On the brink of suicide, extreme happiness,… [Continue Reading]

Midnight’s Cruelty 

Midnight’s Cruelty Heavy lids, Watery eyes, A lite yawn flow in the air  If only sleep could pierce my thoughts But fear keeps sleep in a distance ream. So here I sit and ponder away  Keeping dreams in midnight’s mist.  The cruelness of night, laughing in the dark, making fun  of it’s victims nightmares. Demons… [Continue Reading]

Struggling Bastard Poetry

Poetry by Ingrid Jennings The pain on my soul scrambles my thoughts into fuming desires blazing in my body ready to take hold of all sins from hell. Fighting though fatigue, I cry out for The Lord. Satan answers quite quickly devouring my anguish, feeding off my demonic ravings. Receive me dear Lord! Answer my… [Continue Reading]