Sunday, November 18, 2018

WASH AWAY MY PAIN




Please wash away my sorrow and pain.
Let it flow down the streets with the rain.
Dissolved in torrents of despair and sadness,
Joining others on its way past the madness.
The ocean may take it far away
To places, we cannot even say,
Where no one recognizes its sting 
Or knows the infliction it can bring.
Let the rain grow harder with its might,
Becoming hail on this fateful night.
I want to be free of all traces
Of unwanted feelings and faces.
My body grows cold from the rain.
It stands clean and free from the pain.
Shivers create a path on my spine
As I wait in the dark woods of pine.

I hold my head high to the wet spray;
It becomes a mist of blue and grey.
The faucet has turned off for the night,
Leaving me feeling clean and so right.

PRELUDE TO BOOK II – THE DEAD GAME SERIES


house in woods


Has End House returned to Oasis?
Our chanting had cast it to sea.
 
It can’t be back.
 
We can’t be under attack.

Silence fills the forest.
A cold breeze tickles my arms.
I follow the path through
a thick copse of trees.

The sky darkens.
A shadow looms in the distance.
I enter the clearing.
Seagulls cry and swoop low.

I halt by a deep hole.
The spot where End House had stood.
A hard shove
And I’m falling.

Laughter follows my descent.
I hit rock bottom. 
A tunnel stretches before me.
Light at its end.

THE DEAD GAME CONTINUES
PRELUDE TO BOOK II

DISCARDED MEMORIES


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The waves cascade,
bringing their baggage to shore.
Debris of lives gone by
and places far away.
Seaweed tickles my toes.
Shells crunch beneath my heels.
A motley display of humanity
sprinkled through the pink sand.

MUSIC OF THE NIGHT


A PLACE OF FANTASY




A place of fantasy there must be,
where blues and green merge in the deep sea.

Clouds create formations into works of art,
resembling soft cotton balls splitting apart.

I raise my face to the sunshine of the day,
the rays shooting sparks as they frolic and play.

The sand is soft beneath my feet,
warming my body with its heat.

Come with me and enjoy the dazzling sun,
we’re sure to have fun till the day is done.

YELLOW NIGHTMARE




Sunflowers face off.
They’ve come alive.
Invade my dreams.
Star in my nightmares.
Green arms to strike.
Yellow faces too grim.
A field behind each.
Ready for the battle ahead.
THE DEAD GAME

TRICK OR TREAT



A house sits on a rise of land.
Watching.
Waiting.
Maybe it isn’t the house
that waits,
but the character
who lives inside.
Trick or treat.

A DEMENTED DANCE


HAPPY HALLOWDAY





Source: whitechapelwitch


FOOD FOR THE SOUL





The bird sings in its cage,
happy to be alive.
The musician plays his violin
in perfect harmony.
Nature at its best.
Beauty in its simplicity.
Food for our minds and souls.



THE FALLEN


Sherbrooke Forest | By Penny Whetton

 THE FALLEN

Tree branches bend,
scarred by age.
Beaten by the storm,
many hit the ground
amid piles of leaves.
Without a proper burial,
no one mourns their loss.
The fallen won’t be forgotten
as replacements take root
in the shade of the tall trees.
Sunshine filters through the forest,
lighting the way for the future.

BUDS OF HOPE




BUDS OF HOPE
In midst of despair and sorrow
rise buds of hope for the morrow.
Still standing upright and strong
against all that can go wrong.
These are extreme times of confusion and change,
media expanding over a broader range. 
We are attacked by sounds in each direction,
leaving no time for thinking and reflection.
These flowers know what’s real,
they go by what they feel.
Away from the hustle and bustle,
they grow wild without any tussle.
A day to clear my cluttered mind is all I need,
to recharge my battery is what I should heed.
I’ll recharge in a quiet place like this,
a zest for life is what I dearly miss.