Monday, May 30, 2016

BLUE WAVES




I need to get away.
To somewhere far away.
Where trees drip pink.
Water flows in blue waves.
And quiet reigns supreme.

PARADISE LOST


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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




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


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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


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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.

PROMISE ME


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Promise me rainbows.
Promise me love and kisses.
But don’t forget to
Promise me roses.

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

THE EDGE


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A walk to the edge.
A foray to the wild side.
A dip in the ocean.
A dive into the unknown.
It will soon cover me.
With its soothing wetness.
Am I ready?

TWINKLE




The stars twinkle.
The moon shines.
The waves reflect.
And so do I.

LET’S PLAY


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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


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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