Posted by Amy Bumpas on Monday, August 17, 2009,
Mary had a little lamb, snow at her feet,
Joseph had his wise men who followed
the stars, ending in sin.
Those little doves rushing in, blessings are saying, FAKE!
Herding the flock in to praise upward...
The sky is my feast.
Brushing footprints that are no longer there.
Join us or thou shall go to Hell!
I would rather praise my own crops.
Weep thy tears and I will shed fur.
Come here little Red, I can fool you too.
I can reap my own blood as well as yours.
North,... Continue reading ...
Posted by Amy Bumpas on Friday, July 31, 2009,
I do take you to be my lawfully wedded
dark secret, one I pan deep inside me. 
Like a seed that will continue to grow, wrapping it's
veins within me.
I take you as a friend, cloaked apprentice, written lover
as thou shall so whisper.
In unholy matrimony.....
If one doesn't want to speak, we will sit beside, comfort.
We will tell of fantasies, and reals.
Let's soar across each others minds, forever
in our peace.... Continue reading ...
Posted by on Sunday, July 26, 2009,
 I see you...tap..tap...tap.... Don't look away, I know you want me.... To seal yourself inside. When you look at yourself, I am there smiling. I see you at your most vulerable, when no one else is looking. No gray can hide...... You hum your riddles and I play along. You watch your pulse as mine circus to life..... Let's go to dangerous heights, suffocate into each other. Dress up and admire the glass..... Not even the churches rays could break our clouds. We will mock the angelic and just sit in faces. W... Continue reading ...
Posted by Amy Bumpas on Wednesday, July 22, 2009,
 Come, be my mirrored playmate.....dance for me..... yes....dance......my looking glass. Let's tango in chaos, let the world end and you will still be mine. Hold India's hand, move to their God, capture their story upon your breath. Can't you hear me scream, hold your silence DC. The drums beat, and I hum...feel it against your lips, merging soul to soul, quaking...... Tumble around me, don't let me escape, kiss the blood from my feet. Adorn me with thorns, I am ressurected! I want to flow through you, f... Continue reading ...
Posted by Amy Bumpas on Saturday, July 18, 2009,
The night silhouettes my mystery, my cloak of disguise.
My eyes hold the illusions as dusk kisses the Heavens, embracing
the light, the shadows that wait...
I hear the silence and my pulse quickens, the fingertips of the
moon teasing the air surrounding me.
I walk alone in my masquerade, in the seducing whispers, of moans that
shriek like banshees....
I stir your thoughts as I slither closer, only half I lay upon the moon.
I am Godly as I make the rules for you to obey.
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About Me
I've been dabbling in writing since I was about 16/17, but really
started exploring my darker alter ego when I was about twenty, and
so that style of writing stuck with me. I am married and have a daughter.
I love sharing my work with others and getting reviews on what people
think and their insights. I love taking pictures of nature, watching movies,
especially horror, reading, and spending time with family and friends.
I wanted to make this blog so I could keep up with my work and if
someone happens to come across it, then I hope I make make someone think
outside the box, make someone feel, that is important to me as a writer.
This is my soul, and like my own personal quote....our words know us better
than we know ourselves.
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