THE DEAD GAME -- THE GAME CONTINUES
Darkness brings a pall to the streets.
A dread that can be felt by all.
It follows me with soft footsteps.
Growing closer behind me with each step.
The stores are closed and shuttered.
Night has fallen too quickly this day.
Has everyone else gone to hide?
Leaving me to fend off the encroaching dusk.
I should have listened to my heart's song.
Listened to reason and right from wrong.
I'm now trapped in this horror of despair.
Waiting for death to take me in his arms.
The shadows are growing larger.
Surrounding me from all sides.
There's no where to run or hide.
I will stand strong against the tide.
He's here.
I can feel him.
He's come back for me.
No one is safe from his wrath.
The coldness wraps around me.
My hair drips icicles down my neck.
I shiver in dread of my future.
My future as queen of The Dead.
THE DEAD GAME
Wednesday, December 9, 2015
ONLY A MEMORY
A fireworks display burns bright
For a short time before flickering out.
Leaving no trace of itself behind,
Only a memory of its fading glory.
Only a memory of its fading glory.
Such is our time on earth.
It can be short and sweet.
It can be sad and painful.
A brief time to leave our mark behind.
We must use this time wisely.
Make it dramatic.
Make it memorable.
Make it everlasting.
Make it memorable.
Make it everlasting.
A FLEETING MEMORY
Those precious words,
"Mommy, pick me up."
Who hasn’t heard them?
The young voice.
The little squeak of pleasure.
The happy little face.
Remember it.
Enjoy it.
Savor it.
For soon it will only
be a fleeting memory.
Tuesday, December 8, 2015
THE DEAD AND GONE
THE DEAD AND GONE
A town where the snow is black,
bringing coldness and fear.
Old remnants of tears held back,
and times too hard to bear.
Woven from black sheets of rain,
fear covers in disarray.
Anguished and frozen with pain,
dark petals fall in dismay.
Hell has come to Oasis,
The Dead and gone at its side.
Now hidden behind faces
that are well-known far and wide.
Who will fall prey to The Dead?
I hope it is not me.
I’m hiding under my bed.
I’m afraid as I can be.
THE DEAD GAME
DANCE WITH THE MOON
The moon brings out the best in us,
reflecting our inner thoughts and desires.
Some may howl at the moon.
Others are impelled to dance.
Dance until the sun rises.
Dance until your limbs grow tired.
Dance until you feel at peace,
at peace with the world.
reflecting our inner thoughts and desires.
Some may howl at the moon.
Others are impelled to dance.
Dance until the sun rises.
Dance until your limbs grow tired.
Dance until you feel at peace,
at peace with the world.
Monday, December 7, 2015
A BEAUTY FROM WITHIN
Nature has its beauty.
Rolling mountains.
Deep plains.
Blue skies.
Fields of flowers.
But there’s a deeper beauty.
A beauty that lies within.
Within the creations of nature.
A light.
A soul.
A purpose.
BENEATH THE SURFACE
So hot.
Hot flames.
Fires burning deep.
Beneath the surface.
Rumbling.
Splitting rocks.
Seeking an exit.
The earth is alive.
Ready to explode.
Did you have any doubts?
Were you a skeptic?
Seeing is believing.
Sizzle.
Pop.
Run for your life!
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