A LIVING SCULPTURE

The beauty of nature.

It is a living and breathing

sculpture.

It entices us.

It bemuses us.

It challenges us.

But most of all,

it inspires us.

CONSUMED BY THE SEA

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Wave Breaking Beneath the Pier, Folly Beach, SC

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It is here.

A force to be reckoned.

It grows by the second,

thrashing under the bridge,

leaving death in its wake.

Leave me be.

My dying wish isn’t

to be consumed by the sea.

THE SIREN CALLS

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It waits for me.

Can I do it?

Will I do it?

Should I jump?

Will I jump?

The salt air.

The strong waves.

The wet breeze.

It calls to me.

My siren calls.

PERFECT

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Japanese Gardens – Portland, OR

The stream flows

across rocks,

reflecting the sun’s rays

along its smooth surface.

Follow the blue lights downstream.

Dip your toes into the cold splendor.

Life can be perfect.

STAND STRONG

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Hit me.

Strike me.

I won’t fall.

Soak me.

Shake me.

I won’t sink.

Sink me.

Drown me.

I’ll still be here.

ICE COLD

The landscape is cold and bleak.

I’m beginning to feel weak.

Ice is melting in my shoes.

I’m getting the winter blues.

I can’t find my way from here.

I had thought the town was near.

I’ve been walking for days.

I’m in some kind of daze.

There’s a break in the rocks ahead.

I hope they don’t leave me for dead.

My friends have to come back to me.

Rocks and trees are all I can see.

My friends are in the park playing ball.

I didn’t have to be afraid at all.

THE EDGE

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We have reached the edge.

Nowhere left to go.

We escaped the party.

The deadly game from hell.

Let’s jump into the ocean.

Swim our way to shore.

To the beach filled with tourists.

Where help can be found.

We can’t return to End House.

The evil house of illusions.

Filled with traps and dead bodies.

We will never return.

Come, take my hand.

Let’s fly off the rocks.

Soar through the air.

Like a pair of white doves.

Footsteps behind us.

Creatures fly above.

The time is now or never.

To take our chance.

THE HOUSE STANDS ALONE

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Cliff House and Seal Rocks by Moonlight, San Francisco, c 1900.

The waves dance in fury,

hitting the sharp rocks.

The house towers above,

glaring at intruders.

Death to anyone

who dare to violate its shores.

THE DEAD GAME

FURY

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The sea throws its fury.

It fights for its path,

Grinding down rocks,

Swallowing debris whole.

It roars to the shore,

Waiting for no one.

Its might is its right

To reign supreme forever more.

NATURE

It entices us.

It bemuses us.

It challenges us.

But most of all,

it inspires us.

WINTER BLUES

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The landscape is cold and bleak.

I’m beginning to feel weak.

Ice is melting in my shoes.

I’m getting the winter blues.

I can’t find my way out of here.

I had thought the town was so near.

I’ve been walking for days.

I’m in some kind of daze.

There’s a break in the rocks ahead.

I hope they didn’t leave me for dead.

My friends have to come back for me.

Rocks and trees are all I can see.

My friends are in the park playing ball.

I didn’t have to be afraid at all.

DEMON ROCK

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Demon rock.

Demon paradise.

A long lost fantasy,

Now as cold as ice.

Who goes there?

Who walks the night?

I can hear your moans,

Your grunts and sighs.

Show yourself tonight.

I want your kind dead.

The sun will rise,

But you won’t.

CRASHING WAVES

CRASHING WAVES

Waves crashing to shore.

I want more and more.

The mist in my face

Keeps me in this place.

The tides dare to peak,

Lulling me to sleep.

This is my spot for now.

Waves, I refuse to bow.

I stand strong on the rocks,

Time passes on the clocks.

Deserted house I might be,

But I stand alone and free.