Thursday, September 7, 2017

THE WINDOW


Alley dark
whitechapelwitch
She peeks through the curtain.
Of this I am certain,
she knows nothing of fear
as I draw myself near.
A smile is on her face
as I quicken my pace.
The window grows dark
but she left her mark.
I know which room she does live in.
It must be tidy as a pin.
Her dark eyes have beseeched me.
I know she will complete me.
I just have to summon the courage
before my heart goes back to storage.
We belong together as one.
I won’t stop until I have won.
I raise my hand to the door.
My tears are ready to pour.
I won’t step away.
I’ve come to here stay.

ESCAPE HATCH



escape hatch
Source: kim-kat


ESCAPE HATCH

An escape hatch is what we all need.
A way to run away from it all.
I’m leaving no matter what you plead.
I want and need to feel ten feet tall.
I know life can take your breath away.
It can also deaden your dark heart.
Last time I felt right, I cannot say.
But I’m tired of playing this part.
A new journey is waiting for me.
New people and places to explore.
No baggage to take along with me.

I’ll travel until I don’t want more.

DUST TO DUST


Dust to Dust
whitesoulblackheart:
Asectic by Pierre Alain D. ©
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We tend to forget
we’ve sprung from the soil.
When our time is up,
we’ll return to it.
We must keep our humility.
Our humanity intact.
The earth can still reject us,
eject us from its sphere.
Don’t tempt it.

Wednesday, September 6, 2017

A Desert Landscape

Source:fascination--infatuation

A Desert Landscape
My mind is a desert landscape,
full of worries and contradictions.
It blasts away any chance of peace,
keeping me awake seeking sleep.
Thoughts are jumbled in the cobwebs,
lining the halls of my utter despair.
Bells ring in these curved walls,
warnings for me to take care.
Once one hole is filled in,
another one soon emerges.
A shovel will not do the job
to keep me safe from my pride.
A better state of mind is needed
to repair the damage already done.
My mind is a desert landscape,
full of worries and contradictions.


DARK SHADOWS OF MY MIND




The nightmare of my mind.
Crammed with trees and dirt.
A deserted forest of the night.
No visitors or intruders.
Only death and silence.
Graves mark the spots
where life once stood.
Now all that’s left is
darkness and shadows.
Shadows drifting across
space and my mind.

MY TROUBLED MIND


My dreams haunt me.
They torment me each night.
They follow me.
Giving my heart a fright.
I’ve put my demons in my book.
To ease my troubled mind.
Why don’t you take a closer look
And see what you can find.
THE DEAD GAME
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NO PARTY TO BE HAD



No party to be had.
No host standing welcome.
A meal not to be eaten.
A deadly scene is revealed.
A bloody horror is released.
Guests flee for their lives.
Some are still trapped inside.
No party to be had.
Only The Dead to be unleashed.
THE DEAD GAME
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DOES CURIOSITY ALWAYS KILL THE CAT?



Esteban Maroto

DOES CURIOSITY ALWAYS KILL THE CAT?

My heart pumps fear through my veins,
bringing me anguish and pains.
Why must I be the curious one?
The one who can’t let the deed be done.
I must follow the noises to the basement,
where something is making an awful statement.
A voice called to me from my rumpled bed.
The sound echoed endlessly in my head.
I descend the stairs to the darkness below.
The noises combine to form a loud bellow.
A hiss hits my ear as claws rake my arm.
My silly cat thinks I mean him some harm.
I offer soothing words but he wants to flee.
Just as the door shuts and locks behind me.
The light bulb goes out leaving me in the dark.
Do I now hear a dog’s whimper and shrill bark?
Chills taunt me as I go down the dark stairs.
Following the whimpering and stray hairs.
Feathers float in front of me.
I don’t know what this can be.
I step on something squishy and soft.
I find a light and hold it aloft.
I lift my foot and the tail retreats
to the chair where it has hidden treats.
With the bright lantern held high,
I search for the source of a sigh.
My neighbor sits with her panting pals
of the furry sort in guys and gals.
“Am I also welcome to the party?”
I ask the pig-tailed girl, laughing hearty.
She replies, “Of course, you are, my dear neighbor,”
A point she refuses to belabor.
I join the circle on the floor,
as the cats and dogs eat some more.
Cake and cookies for all the guests,
even ones who have been great pests.
My black cat joins in with tail held high,
sniffing at the desserts and brown pie.
At least this story has a happy ending.
No one wants another tale to be pending.