Source:weheartit.com
I need to get away.
To somewhere far away.
Where trees drip pink.
Water flows in blue waves.
And quiet reigns supreme.
Monday, May 30, 2016
PARADISE LOST
Source:sj0
A storm is brewing on the horizon.
Lightning shoots across the darkening sky.
Palm trees bow in the increasing winds.
The pink sand recedes in fear.
Waves become towering sheets of ice.
The Florida sun hides its face
Behind angry, grey clouds.
The Dead have come to play.
Paradise is lost and gone.
THE DEAD GAME
PINK
Source:lifeaccording2max
Pink as far as the eye can see.
A place as perfect as can be.
A warm summer wind shakes the trees.
More pink petals on the soft breeze.
THE END HAS COME
They fly against the windows.
Trying to enter the Town Hall.
Our shelter from the storm.
They’ve found us.
Windows break.
Glass rains upon us.
The end has come.
THE DEAD GAME
YOUR LIGHT
Source:imkindof
I wait for you each night.
Your sparkling glow.
Your everlasting heat.
The night bows to you.
The stars gather round.
Man looks up to you.
Take me into your light.
Sunday, May 29, 2016
REMEMBER
I have to keep reminding myself that I’m writing what I feel and not what some reviewers think I should feel.
I must stop changing my words to suit everyone.
I must remember this as I write my second book.
As I write my thoughts and my feelings.
My own words.
My own thoughts.
My own feelings.
I’ve learned a lot along the way.
I have to learn to believe in myself.
BLACKNESS
Blackness beckons.
Floating in green.
Cocooned in coldness.
Fingers grab me.
Teeth rip at me.
Fish beside me.
THE DEAD below me.
A cold hell for me.
THE DEAD GAME
LET’S PLAY
Source:ollebosse
Smoke covers our town.
Shades of purple, green, and blue.
A disguise for The Dead.
It descends in a cloud.
To walk our streets.
To enter our homes.
We have our own tricks.
Our own disguises.
Come and let’s play.
THE DEAD GAME
GRIM REAPER
Grim reaper stands over me.
Where The Dead have come to be.
Blood won’t be my drink of choice.
Not if I have any voice.
I will go down with a fight.
I refuse to take a bite.
No bloodthirsty demon down here.
No reason to have any fear.
THE DEAD GAME
PSYCHEDELIC DELIGHTS
Source:pagewoman
A barren wasteland.
Nature has forgotten.
The sun ignores.
Green no more.
Ahead awaits the mansion.
Its residents not living.
Watching through the windows
All who dare to visit.
A maze of rooms
Offering psychedelic delights.
Of times gone by
And life forgotten.
THE DEAD GAME
Wednesday, May 25, 2016
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