Questions About Self


Why have I become a broken spirit, reaching out from behind a screen…the more I type using numerous cellular devices, the more agony on my boney fingers…the more disfigured my knuckles…But I am relentless.

Without any concept of time, I continue to strike the keyboard. Suddenly there’s a rancid odor of decaying flesh… My grey matted hair falls into my face.

Who have I become but a cranky ole woman, envious of the youngsters smiles, and laughter I use to hear…

Why doesn’t the sun shine as it did many years ago?

Why am I still walking among this planet with withered skin, and calloused feet…my toenails dig in to the ground with every step…they are like bleeding talons.

Why am I still living in darkness…

Can you tell me why

Am I still alive?

Ms. Vee


10:55 PM

Dark And Wet

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1:02 AM

It’s Feeding Time


I scurried from the darkness; like that of a rat, eluding a snake.

Petrified of being devoured by the serpents that hide in the corners, and slither through my mind…I play a dangerous game with men. They’re easy prey, so gullible to a sexy woman wearing red heels, and a tight black dress. Such fools.

The serpents are getting restless.

It’s time to hunt. There’s a corner bar I patronize. Long haul truck drivers, stop in for food, drinks, and try to pick up a woman for the night.

I enter the noisy, smoke-filled bar,  and immediately put my plan into action. I seductively walk to the dimly lit area; opposite the pool table, and lean in between two men and order a dirty vodka martini. While the bartender fixes the drink, the man to my right, smiles and introduces himself as Bob something, or another. His surname eludes me. It’s not important, he’s just another Tom, Dick, or Scary.

When my drink arrives, Bob offers me his seat, and pays for the martini.

We begin to exchange smalltalk. Yada, yada. He ordered another shot of bourbon, and told me he was leaving in a couple of days, heading out West. He has roughly five hundred more miles to drive.

The jukebox was playing, and it was getting louder. The music was heavy metal.

He suggested we go out to his rig, where we could have a private conversation. I declined, but invited him to come home with me, because I live within walking distance.

Bob paid the tab, and staggered alongside of me, until we arrived at my apartment.

As soon as I closed the door, he was fondling me, telling me how beautiful I was. His breath smelled of sweet alcohol, and he was already undressing.

I put my arms around his neck, peered into his bloodshot eyes; leaned in for a kiss. It happened just before he realized, he was going to die. A serpents head came out of each ear, and started to strangle him.

You see my kiss was with the tongue of a serpent. The serpents slithered from the corners, wrapped themselves around him, squeezed him, and begin to eat him. I kicked off my heels, and watched; laughing hysterically.

Tonight I’ll sleep. The serpents will stay hidden;until the next hunting season.


6:36 PM


Right On Time

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He whispered at dawn, it’s almost over

Don’t be blinded by despair

Open your eyes and see the light

Keep moving…

You’ll almost there. Stop for a moment. Can you hear it?

The waves crashing against the pier

Tell me do you feel it? It’s in the air; it’s blowing in the wind…

Such a divine feeling of peace, a taste of nature’s salty mist upon your lips..

Can you see the beauty of the morning sea

The sunshine is as radiant, as your spirit should be


7:23 PM

Ms. Vee

Scattered Thoughts

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It’s happening again

It comes everyday, many times with demons…

Other times; peace…


I’m trying hard to forget, what I don’t need to remember

The sun is going down and clouds are moving in. The rain is coming. I can smell it, musky, and earthly

I don’t know. I’m not sure… I might not make it this time

Nightfall is consuming me…


9:22 PM

Ms. Vee

Kindred Souls


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This ones for the kindred souls

That walk in the light; both day and night

And hear the songs of nature

A rustling of the leaves

The birds singing in the trees

The water gushing in the creek

The silent ones that do not speak

They stand in awe, at the mountains peaks

This is for the kindred souls

The ones that have found themselves to live in peace


12:57 PM

To Hot To Touch

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I laid my sticky naked body shamelessly

on a bed of lies, deceit, and disloyalty

In the field of fantasy, igniting a flame

To hot to touch


9:05 AM

Ms. Vee

Keep ‘a Steppin

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Beautiful Birds

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Good morning

Photos by Ms. Vee


8:52 AM


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First sentence quote by William Congreve


8:45 AM

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