Morgana writes here.

I am Twenty-Three. I am a writer. Welcome to my soul. Personal Blog

[friesian]

i was possessed to draw them this after seeing this post. the commander really DOES suck at dying tho.

[velvetchaika]

[soup-erb]

[morgana-writes]

Cathedral spires To reach to the skies To hand prayers to silent Gods Followers gather and pray Endlessly Under Cathedral spires

[morgana-writes]

Poetry: Daddy

A safe haven, Middle class Eden, A home of tradition, The American Ideal, Candy Walls crumble away, To reveal a mother oblivious, A Demon sleeping next to the maiden, And Innocence's Chalace corrupt,

Sheep's clothes he wears of, Pressed suit, tie - his shining armor, Rosy charisma unnervingly sweet, And lined in thorny manipulation,

A pink Sanctuary once before Now nothing but a bloody altar For the cunning Incubus Who gave her his Name

With defying, sickening Grace, He tore at the Doll's little head, And with a hand sent fire, Through fields of Sugar and Lace

Mother's arms provide no warmth For unknown icy torture upon A Corpse still living Decomposing for her years

[morgana-writes]

U n t i t l e d .

My heart swells when you look in my direction

And I just must gush in yet another love poem.

You make me feel like freer than any flying bird,

Like a princess courted to the altar,

Like a girl who truly belongs on this earth.

  You have forgiven any transgression

-          In the past, and in my mind –

You have given me so much more than I can give,

So much love and protection,

So much a reason to stay alive.

[morgana-writes]

Poetry: Oh, My Mona Lisa

Your sidelong glance might kill me, Your smile only speaks to both of us, Your hand was given to your husband But I know it more thoroughly than he, Sitting pretty, innocently enough, away from me Separated by Grace, Class, and ring. But Once alone, behind hidden closed doors, I know all you Hide; You know me more than I - Whispers of Breath and Pleads of More, You will be my most famous legacy And my most famous, favorite secret.

[morgana-writes]

I know nothing of your mind's functions Though I know now how perverse. I thought of it to be a mess of dyfunction, But now I wish for time to reverse...

[cathedral-spires]

https://www.fiverr.com/capta1nmorgan

Hi there! I’m setting up a Fiverr account to make some extra cash. Right now, I will write poetry for only $5 USD. I

My only gig right now is writing romantic poetry, up to ten lines.

I will write any style, about anyone, really. 

I’m just not responsible for the other person’s reaction.

If you’re not interested in paying me, I would greatly appreciate a signal boost!

[morgana-writes]

From my main blog!!

[morgana-writes]

Free write and form practice

Silent presence in the dark, Its breath slow beside me, Intimate with a stranger Who knows nothing Of my trust issues, I understand this Sleeplessness, Gift to myself, After giving You me Freely. Nearly Just past Dawn break, You leave me Only dirty sheets And creaking floors. No good byes or any Heartfelt thanks from you. Haven't you any manners or name? I suppose not for I know not your face But of the story engrained on your flesh

[morgana-writes]

Oh how weird. I HAVE been working on a manuscript...

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Poetry: I Am a New American Whore

I am a new American Whore.

It’s not a scandal but it should be!

The entire government has moved into

My little uterus and there it intends to stay.

My vagina was mine – at least I thought so –

Until my first menstruation.

That’s when I found out there’s a price tag

Dangling and brushing against my thighs

And a lease saying "this is mine" signed by the government.

Being passed around from Senator to Senator

Just really wasn’t enough to satisfy those on the Hill.

They called friends – Sallie Mae, J. P. Morgan- to name a few

To take a turn and have my cake too.

There were no kisses, there were no gifts,

No flirtatious wooing – Just business.

Millions of definitions of birth control,

Rape, sex, human rights, but all they do

Is  bicker amongst each other,

Throwing piles of money back and forth above

Hungry children with empty food stamp cards.

They ignored my calls of sexual harassment and my murder

When I tried to stop cat calls and strangers’ touches.

That’s fine – I must have brought this X chromosome on myself.

But at the end of the day -

I like silver foxes with power and in suits.

But not any of them are U.S. Politicians. 

[morgana-writes]

Poetry: Silhouettes

Laying upon my back and from there I stare through my window pane

And I count the silhouettes passing to and fro, up and down the lane.

They seem so close, barely an arm’s reach and grasp away

But yet I can never reach them; they slip away like smoke, like decay.

I can only watch in silence as silhouettes pass my dirty window

From my bed, but in this uncomfortable limbo.

Alone in this world is all I’ll ever really be

As the silhouettes pass by me.

[morgana-writes]

Shaking, trembling fingers met mine. They were cold with dirty bandages. A hood hid hazy hazel eyes And they for a second met mine.

I knew you never asked for help But I was glad you asked that day. For I knew how much pain and shame you had You can trust me to protect you.

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Poetry: Faithless

I feel myself hastily falling Down, down, down, At an alarming rate. With no wings to catch me, I scramble for something to hold, Whether it be my wits or my heart. Maybe my faith, even if I have Long bled it all into the ground. I stumble into churches, mosques, altars, Begging to Fathers, Imams, and Beings, Praying to Gods I do not believe in Until my hands and knees are bloody and raw, And unleash all of my energy flow, For some stable ground to tread upon.

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Poem: Angelic Pulse

Jealousy passes through my veins with every Heartbeat, heartbeat, heartbeat. And it sickens me that I am full of Envy, envy, envy, For I am one of God’s last pure Children, children, children, I am jealous of every single Sinner, sinner, sinner, For they do what (and who) I Cannot, cannot, cannot I long every night you sleep to Touch you, touch you, touch you, To hear you whisper, say, and caress My name, my name, my name, But these wings are decorated Shackles, shackles, shackles. I would know heaven if I could reach out and Touch you, touch you, touch you. Forgive me, father for I, have sinned, have sinned, have sinned.

[morgana-writes]

There are times where I forget your name And maybe that is for the best There are times I dream about you And wake up with a hole in my chest