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Thursday, May 21, 2015

A Disfigured Persona with Vivid Streams

A certain age once lived before, where
ignorance fueled what was
left behind.

Ridden paths travelled where
love was forbidden and
silences fed the sun’s cause of being

Do you sense my repression?

Oh trumpet watchman!
Sound waves of truth!

Drown paranoia’s weakness into
eternal’s crescendo!

Dry scarred souls and
rotate ripples of blood through
a dark crevice past!

Make everything capability inherited!
Make nothing is lost or forgotten!

First appeared in Bewildering Stories, Issue 657, February 29, 2016,

Monday, May 18, 2015


You will recover a valuable item that has been lost

my sanity,
that’s what is lost

be lost forever
don’t taint my soul to an
early grave
you are lost for a reason

©Andrea Laws (Author) May 18th, 2015

Wednesday, April 1, 2015


a crisis is a
dancing black sheet
covering new existence from
manifestation towards
higher consciousness

a crisis is a
hidden devil
needing to test the
realization between
morality and free will

a crisis is a
heavy chain
waiting to be
thrown into character and
becoming you

a crisis is a
funnel cloud
spiraling to show
strength through

a crisis is a
challenge worth
seeking, to share in
everything wanted and

©Andrea Laws (Author) April 1, 2015