Piper McFall

Hallowed one—I call thy name,
Let darkness draw me to its flame.
My lips do yearn, my soul laid waste,
For the bitter thrill of the #creeper’s taste.
O shadowed love, grant me this sin,
And let me fall to thee again.
#vss365

Beneath the lithosphere they creep,
Little beasts in shadows deep.
Waltzing through veils of night,
Hiding from sun's sharp light.

Your eyes betray a tale untold,
Darkness coiled in depths cold.
Yet whispers rise, a vow once sung,
Answer #yes on breathless tongue.
#vss365

From stone that crumbled,
#Souvenirs I tore.
A beating heart held tight—
I craved you evermore.

Locked in the shadows,
For fear of despair,
I rot in my cage,
The ticking now bare.
#vss365

It’s in my top 10! I actually had a friend ask me for book recs today and I mentioned this. Thankfully, he got it! It’s one of a kind. I wasn’t aware until like a year ago that Du Maurier actually wrote The Birds too!

Beneath the waves, where shadows writhe,
I'll bare the truths that hell contrives.

You’re so welcome! Thank you for sharing it with the world! 🖤🖤

Thank you so much!!!!! It’s amazing how random thoughts can construct our poetry. 🖤🖤

A poem of mine, called "Frost Moon", which was written for the "Frosted Verse Challenge" on Vocal. 🧚‍♀️✨

Sorry to repost...I kept finding errors in the images 😅

on Vocal:
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Thank you so much for reading - this poem is very dear to my heart 🥹💙

#poem #poetry #love

Beautiful, Gina! 🖤🖤

Love this, Austin. Nostalgically memorable.

Rejoice not 'neath the weeping skies,
We sway for angels' fleeting cries.
A phenomenon of shattered pleas,
Doves’ wings whisper through the trees.
As hail strikes hard on ashen clay,
Rejoice in ruin—come what may.
#BornBattleReady

The Yule Cat cometh

12:30 in the afternoon on Friday! I’d love to stay in touch! Rest well and we will talk soon! Read The Lottery if you haven’t..and need something before sleep! bpb-us-e2.wpmucdn.com/sites.middle...

Inspired by Agnes Cecile “Scentless Flowers” www.eyesonwalls.com/collections/agnes-cecile/scentless-flowers Inanna Ihwa – The Artist Paint your life With valiant strokes of rainbow hues. Paint the light That carries your core. You’re ready to choose Whatever you choose to yearn for. Create who you’ll be With a luminous spark. The fire it stokes, Will be warm and free And bound to thrive In the light it evokes, No matter how boldly you strive.

#poem #poetry #writingcommunity #WriteStuff #Lyrik #Gedicht

Absolutely! And I do hope so! Everyone needs to come together and embrace our world! Our cultures! Fermenting…I do love that. 🖤🖤

I’ve always been open minded and accepting of everyone. I enjoy and embrace the differences because in those we are able to learn and grow! But I do agree—many have become bogged down over time and no one caring that they become reclusive in a lot of ways. It’s so very sad.

You are a breath of fresh air! Same!!!!! Nobody ever knows what I’m talking about and if it’s not a TikTok trend or something techy they simply don’t care!! So I stay in my little shadowed bubble and maintain my time long lost!

Yes! And her short story, The Lottery is absolutely terrifying! Oh my gosh, Levin was a genius! All I’ve read of his is Rosemary’s Baby and The Stepford Wives! But he was also a true master!

You are speaking my language! Ray Milland!!!!!! This is a favorite! I grew up watching Turner Classic Movies—Hitchcock’s ‘Shadow of a Doubt’ with Joseph Cotton is a favorite! That film noir style was a true art! Not sure if you’ve read it, but another Jackson novel worth reading…

The movie was superb! When the sister reaches for her sisters hand and then realizes she was asleep? Oh my gosh! I did watch the series, and I enjoyed it, but it strayed too far off of the novel for my liking! I enjoyed it as a stand alone but I felt they lost the magic of the original.

I’m a huge Shirley Jackson fan! She is definitely an inspiration for many pieces of my writing. Thank you so much!

I walked moors where violins wept,
Ghosts of prayers through roses crept.
A door of light, a shadowed stain,
Marbles danced in falling rain.

Beneath a sky where mercury poured,
I knelt before my #home’s dark door.
There, in its arms, I long to stay,
And rest in the dark till my final day.
#vss365

One of my favorite books that I have ever read is Rebecca by Daphne Du Maurier. From the opening line, “Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again.” To the very last page is a gothic tale of love, ghosts, obsession. #readingcommunity

Silver shimmer dripped from fangs of lust,
He called her near, a serpent’s trust.
She held her ground, a fragile fight,
On trembling knees in the forest’s night.
He caught her fall, their fates entwined—
Forever began where shadows bind.
#fairytaleerotic #poetry

#Validate me with your touch,
Where burning wants scream loud and deep.
A tapestry unraveled too much,
Angels fall as halos weep.

From shadows, tears begin to fall,
Take me slow—no rush at all.
Eternal bliss, I've always known,
In your arms, I am undone.
#vss365 #poetry

We really ought not to #complain—
Pink champagne coats tongues in vain.
Elixir born of risen sin,
Tempting hearts where faith has been.

It bleeds for us from tethered wings,
Crawls on ice as sorrow sings.
It haunts the hands of sacred touch—
For you, I shall die a thousand deaths.
#vss365 #poetry