The Glass House at Candlewood Cabins, Wisconsin.
A glass house reveals all.
No secrets hidden.
No bodies buried.
No whispers unheard.
Showing posts with label whispers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label whispers. Show all posts
Sunday, August 14, 2016
Friday, August 12, 2016
HOTTER THAN HELL
Hotter than hell is their playground.
Beneath layers of rocks and dirt.
They wait for their day of salvation.
When they can ride in the storm.
They grow impatient for the invasion.
The end of life as we know it.
I can hear their cries blowing in the wind.
The whispers brought forth from below.
It’s time for us to gather ammunition.
Before our poor town is nothing at all.
THE DEAD GAME
Source:st-lu
Tuesday, June 21, 2016
ALIENATED
Some days I feel alienated
from the people around me.
They talk and walk like me
but their words are strange.
Thoughts of a different tongue.
Humor of a separate species.
Lovers of everything Kardashian.
Clothes made from the same cloth.
Clones of the lowest elements.
What happened to individuality?
What happened to modesty and charm?
Lost to our race.
Lost in the wake of selfies.
Sunday, May 8, 2016
HOTTER THAN HELL
Source:st-lu
Hotter than hell is their playground.
Beneath layers of rocks and dirt.
They wait for their day of salvation.
When they can ride in the storm.
They grow impatient for the invasion.
The end of life as we know it.
I can hear their cries blowing in the wind.
The whispers brought forth from below.
It’s time for us to gather ammunition.
Before our poor town is nothing at all.
THE DEAD GAME
Tuesday, May 3, 2016
WHISPERS
Source:travel-story
Should I stay?
Or should I go?
The island calls to me.
It whispers my name.
The bridge sighs.
It weeps for me.
I will walk across.
It wobbles to and fro.
I hold tight to the ropes.
One step gives way.
So does the next.
The sides unravel.
It hangs by strings.
I can’t go back.
Or forward.
Time stands still.
Then I’m falling.
Water so cold.
Hits my face hard.
Silence takes it turn.
Water covers the rest.
Monday, March 28, 2016
A SIGH OF NIGHT
It’s here.
Too near.
A mist of white.
A sigh of night.
Through the window.
“You friend or foe?”
A cold touch of ice.
Doesn’t feel too nice.
It now whispers away,
“You’re not welcome to stay.”
I’m leaving now.
I don’t care how.
Fingers wrap around my neck.
On my cheek I feel a peck.
Could that be a kiss?
Wasn’t hard to miss.
I’m chilled to the bone.
I’ve turned to cold stone.
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