Me
Artist, Writer, Reader
Hi. G S Scribbles here. I’ve been creating my entire life, Whilst this site is a work in progress I hope to share with you my artistry, my poetry, and some short stories! Thanks for popping by.
For the Queen
My mother could have been a queenBut for the crown, but for the #blood And she would have comforted a nationWould have laughed, in royal shadesAnd cried in lavender hues, born blue ~Now the country stills For a queenThat could have been my motherSister, daughter, friend I do not cryFor monarchy, no But for the…
Strangers
We are all just strangers, aren’t we? Ships passing in this lonely night, and should we meet a stranger who sparks a light in us, we walk with them, for awhile at least. But none of us leave together. It is both our tragedy and our delight as humans. So tonight, I ask, if strangers…
Burn
Oh, how you #burnLike the sunScorched acrossMy midnight sky How I am awedBy the grace of that smileHeld within a mourning heart Let me lingerFor just a momentIn that warmth ~I promise I’ll take nout But the raysTanned acrossMy face, blushedFrom gazing at you ~G S Scribbles~
The Devils Gambit
Chapter Three “Bart, wake up.” Shae yelled. Nothing. Impatient and driven by her panic, she pushed the door open. He was just as she had imagined, asleep on the roll, whiskey bottle leaking the last drops of its contents across the floor. Some of it had seeped into the mat where he was sleeping. She…
The void
They call it the voidThe shadow realmThat calls to usWhen all light goes out The surrenderThe silenceFor we know darknessDo we not? It is the ghostThat never leavesThe hand that graspsThat cradles loneliness And we have grownSo comfortableWith monstersWe barely fear it But we must fear itFor its embrace is finalIts kiss coldBut it is…
The Devils Gambit
Chapter Two Shae arrived at dawn, red sky spilling blood across the small cottage far off the beaten path. It was silent, so silent. Bear stopped at the gate, breathless. He wouldn’t go further, wouldn’t pass the boundary. Shae couldn’t waste the time to calm him. She pushed the gate and ran. “Ana!” Panic was…
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