Wednesday, January 31, 2018

IN THE NIGHT


by ehsan-safavie 

He comes in the night,
Ready for the fight.
He’ll slay us alive.
No one will survive.
His eyes burn blood red,
Gleaming in his head.
He leads The Dead right to me.
I won’t go on bended knee.
The creatures will be here.
Their footsteps are too near.
I bow my head to pray.
Let us live one more day.

THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
Nook

HEAR THEM ROAR



Tigers pace in their cages,
Waiting to be set free.
Animals fill the basement.
An awful sight to see.

Leashes jangle against bars.
Metal against metal rings loud.
As the gates slowly lift open,
Pointy teeth glisten without sound.

This cannot be happening.
This cannot be so.
No way are there tigers
in the basement below.

THE DEAD GAME

DEMON ROCK


Source:peccato

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.

A CANOPY


A BEDROOM
The sun peeks through
a canopy of leaves.
A blanket of flowers
covers and protects me.
They shelter me with
their petals of pink.
Sheets of softest green
touch my skin.
The perfect spot for the weary.
 (Source: travel-story)


The sun peeks through
a canopy of leaves.
A blanket of flowers 
covers and protects me.
They shelter me with
their petals of pink.
Sheets of softest green
touch my skin.
The perfect spot for the weary.


BELOW


BENEATH THE CITY
Take me down the road.
All the way down.
Beneath the city.
To what lies below.
To the darkest depths.
Where no one dares to tread.
To the real city.
 (Source: roybrandys)


Take me down the road.
All the way down.
Beneath the city.
To what lies below.
To the darkest depths.
Where no one dares to tread.
To the real city.

THE CURVE


THE CURVE Takes one to be different. To strike out alone. To pave the road. For others.
 (Source: catk)

THE CURVE
Takes one to be different.
To strike out alone.
To pave the road.
For others.


ALONE


leirelatent:
“ Alison Scarpulla
”
ALONE
Alone with my thoughts.
Lost in my dreams.
A deserted forest.
Empty of people.
Devoid of sound.
No movement.
No sunlight.
Only endless trees.
Where my thoughts ring
Loud and clear.

Alison Scarpulla

ALONE
Alone with my thoughts.
Lost in my dreams.
A deserted forest.
Empty of people.
Devoid of sound.
No movement.
No sunlight.
Only endless trees.
Where my thoughts ring
loud and clear.

Sunday, January 14, 2018

HOLD ME


My life is in your hands.
My dreams and fantasies.
My hopes and desires.
All belong to you.
Wrap your arms around me.
Hold me tight.
And never let me go.
My life is now complete.
My life will be yours
Forevermore.


My life is in your hands.
My dreams and fantasies.
My hopes and desires.
All belong to you.
Wrap your arms around me.
Hold me tight.
And never let me go.
My life is now complete.
My life will be yours.
Forevermore.

SNOWFALL


lematworks:
“ Produced by LEMAT WORKS
⛄ Blue Stars / Future Crystal1 / Twinkle Night / Portfolio ⛄
”
Clean me.
Snow on me.
Wet my hair.
Fall on my eyelids.
Drench my body.
Whiten the streets.
I welcome thee
into my heart and soul.

Clean me.
Snow on me.
Wet my hair.
Fall on my eyelids.
Drench my body.
Whiten the streets.
I welcome thee
into my heart and soul.

THE DICTATES OF OLD MAN WINTER



The epic battle of the seasons.
Old Man Winter 
erase all signs of Fall.
Snow covers the ground.
Tree limbs hang low dripping white.
Fall holds her branches 
close to her body.
Some have already fallen.
The lone casualties of war.
The battle rages on.
Fall will have to succumb
to the dictates of Old Man Winter.
She has no choice.
She puts up a valiant battle.
She will be back after Summer
finishes heating the earth.
She bows her head.

A SWIRL OF SMOKE


1 Swirl of smoke

Lost in a swirl of smoke
as it climbs the night sky.
It dances with the wind
as it reaches up high.

The smoke flickers and shakes
throughout its delicate journey.
Braced against any breath
from the nearby beings’ yearning.

It rises slowly.
Its arms reach up to the moon.
A cold wind wafts past.
It will be there all too soon.


FACES TO THE SKY


1 Faces to the sky

Faces to the sky.
Lift them way up high.
Smiles so bright and wide.
You’ve nothing to hide.
Yellow hair to the sun.
It’s time to have some fun.
Long, green leaves clap to the song.
This morning, nothing is wrong.
Deep roots rumble in the ground.
To a beat, you’ve lost and found.
A field of dancers shakes the earth.
I watch as I bubble with mirth.


STEP INSIDE


Source:

The day is dying.
My heart is lying.
Do I care
if you’re here?
You can step inside.
I’ve nothing to hide.
The shades are shut
inside my hut.
I hide at day.
Nighttimes I play.
Come & step inside.
I’ve nothing to hide.

LIFE IS FOR LIVING



The young hold the secret
to life and living.
A hop.
A skip.
A jump.
Each day brings 
new experiences.
A hop.
A skip.
A jump.
On your way to 
living and enjoying
life to the fullest.

THE OLD BOOKSTORE


aurelielise-anne:
“The old bookstore.
”
Why don’t we have these anymore?
Books covering ceiling to floor.
Happiness between the binding.
What a perfect and safe finding.
Read in the candlelight.
Nothing can be as right.
Pictures and words before my...

The old bookstore.

Why don’t we have these anymore?
Books covering ceiling to floor.
Happiness between the binding.
What a perfect and safe finding.
Read in the candlelight.
Nothing can be as right.
Pictures and words before my eyes.
Reading about truth and some lies.
You’ll definitely find me hiding.
The tall shelves of books I’ll be minding.