Darkness Falls

Darkness falls

It always falls

Heavy on the house the lawn the car the kids the cook

Same time same way same shit each day

What’d ya do where’d ya go who’d ya see?

Where ya been who’s that who they?

That’s all you did you coulda done more

The walls the dishes the laundry the floor

Five years it’s been a hole

And you pathetic unemployed whore

Writing trash that no one reads

No one cares what no one sees

Darkness falls and darkness falls and darkness falls again

The end of day the end of light the end of life again

you wanna teach you wanna learn you can’t do

what you spent years to learn

you decided even tried it you almost died

but you didn’t



why can’t you

why can’t you just

do the goddamn thing you

went to school to learn you’re a waste

a drain a toilet sewer

you think you need more school

for what?

To teach retards?

Who needs school for that?

Just go to work and shove the kids in daycare

All my friends do

They have money golden honey decent houses

What do you do?

Follow dreams and golden fleece and bullshit no one needs

Your pills and booze and artist drools

Nobody gives a shit

Why do you give a shit

Because my dreams don’t die?

Because I try and fail and try and try

To keep sanity alive?

I make bad art I make good art I make art to survive

I’m just the cook I’m the nanny

Chauffeur for the drive

I shame you blame you hear but hate you

You’re not the judge of me

The cook does not require your assistance for this fire

The chauffeur needs not your input

For changing all four tires

Darkness falls and darkness falls and darkness falls again

Another night another sigh judging cook therein

Kiss my ass I dare you motherfucker

Need you not

I love you not

No affection left in me

You cannot bring yourself

To look me in the eye

Leave me leave us we don’t need you

All we need is light.


Panic Attack

I cannot think I cannot eat I cannot sleep I cannot breathe

I cannot breathe

What if they don’t accept me what is my backup plan what is my next backup plan what is my third backup plan

What if they won’t convert me how will I leave how will I pay how will I leave

What if he fights me how will I leave how will I pay I will never breathe

What if he loves me no more how will I live how will I breathe will I ever breathe

How can I breathe

I’m one in seven billion

How can I breathe

One in seven billion

Do I dare breathe

Do I dare be

Do I dare

So dumb so irrelevant so useless so small why is every thing so big why is every thing bigger than me am I smaller than everything

yet here i am

I am.

i am

I am not breathing but I am

I am.

I Haz A Sad


I am working on a novel that is a splinter, a spin-off, from a previous series. Minor characters from the series are the major players in this work.

I fucked up.

I mentioned in the series, how these people met. It’s kinda integral to part of that story. However, when I started work on this novel, I magically forgot how they met, and I had them meet in a better, more adorable way.


Shit shit shit. I annoy myself no end. Gahhhhhh.

Rising Tide


Come to me on the rising tide

Mother Moon, lead the way

Silver foam pointing home

A fortnight, as you say


Come to me on the rising tide

Father Sun, pull the strings

Crashing waves in my ears

Warm touch upon my skin


Come to me on the rising tide

A scene in my mind’s eye

Westward flight

Over night

They spoke to me in kind


Old child, within the rising tide

Is this the love you seek?

Look to the waves, into the dark

Is this your true peace?


The Moon spoke through the rising tide

Whispers in the foam

Follow the dunes, follow your heart

Time to forge a home of your own.


The Sun spoke over the rising tide

Caressed her arms with warmth

Live life now with a new child’s eyes

Write through the pain you’ve borne.


Whitecaps crashed on the rising tide

A fortnight passed in her mind

A vision of paper and pen in the night

Her heart poured forth all its time.


As any hope comes on the rising tide

As any peace rings in an ear

Few years remained for living her life

And fewer left living in fear.


She gazed across the rising tide

Ocean mist dusted her ears,

Her ankles, her legs, up to her hips

The rising tide swallowed her tears.

Copyright 2017 Shannon Cooper

Dead Leaves Teaser #6!

*Heavy breathing* ohmigawd omigawd omigawd this is happening

One more day, my little eewoks!

Nomnomnom on this, will ya?


A CEO, a television pastor, and a political pundit walked into a bar. They ordered six bottles of champagne for themselves and several pitchers of beer for their entourage. As the security detail and secret service agents got tanked, the three bosses left their stools for a secluded booth in the back.

At the front door, a huge post-World Wrestling Federation champion–turned–bouncer let beautiful people past a velvet rope for the cover charge of a mere $200 cash. A famous deejay spun famous hip-hop songs probably. Dealers worked the crowd, and prostitutes worked the dealers. The room pulsed…

Copyright 2017 Shannon Cooper