THE MASK

I know he is here.
I hide from his face.
He’s coming for me.
Clouds quicken the pace.

His descent inspires awe and fear.
He'll sweep into town like a dove.
His ire can move mountains.
For me, he moves the sky above.

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DARK BLUE SEA

I come from the deep sea.

I come only for thee.

There is nowhere I’d rather be

but with you by the dark blue sea.

THE DEAD GAME SERIES

Hell hath no fury like a vampire’s wrath.

They plow down whoever is in their path.

We must kill the creatures of hell,

Then we’ll have a story to tell

Of how we survived an apocalypse.

A sad but true story from our own lips.

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I’LL READ YOU A STORY

I’ll read you a story.

It might be too gory

For you to understand,

But I’ll give you a hand.

A blight falls on a town

that will cause you to frown.

Residents disappear.

I want to make this clear.

This isn’t a regular place.

Do not give me that morbid face.

A place of evil creatures

with dark and creepy features.

Dark shadows walk the night,

Giving tourists a fright.

Florida is a scary place.

I will quicken the poem’s pace.

No reason to fear.

The end is near.

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THE BOOK

Please take a closer look.

Something’s wrong with this book.

The words have come alive,

Breaking free to survive.

They are bursting forth with pride.

Smoke is pouring forth from inside.

Words need to be loved and shared

And not forced alone and scared.

Let the stories escape and play.

They will serve to brighten your day.

DON’T FORGET TO BREATHE

Inhale.

Hold it.

Exhale.

We must not forget

to stop, take a breath,

and breathe.

LIFE IN YOUR HAND

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A bit of fluttering

tickles your fingers.

Antennas search for sound

as wings take flight.

It leaves too soon

on the puff of a breeze.

For one precious moment,

you held life in your hand.

NIGHT FALLS

Night falls in Oasis.

Shadows move in the breeze.

The Dead love their games.

Come and visit us, please.

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SOLITUDE

A rare commodity is solitude.

It can be easily misunderstood.

To be all alone with no one else around.

You can do this in the air or on the ground.

You can sail off in the blue sea,

Or hop on a plane without me.

We can all use some time alone

Without T.V. or telephone.

Time to think about your goal.

You will come back feeling whole.

MEMORIES

Crystal chandelier of mine.

I love your sparkle and shine.

You bring back memories long gone

when life hadn’t been so far gone.

Remember the parties we used to host?

Fancy guests arriving from coast to coast.

Music and laughter were the rules of the day.

But now all that is left are the bills to pay.

FALLING

Into the tunnel, we are thrown.

Been more careful if I had known.

We’re falling down a dark abyss.

Please, someone, give us an assist.

We’re falling too hard and fast.

This nightmare better not last.

Our time has come to an end

As we fly around the bend.

The Dead are waiting for us below.

I can hear them yelling out hello.

We land with a thump and a bang.

I’m now facing a big fat fang.

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MIDNIGHT BLUE

Darkness enters my room 

in shades of midnight blue.

It breathes its cold breath

on my warm, sleeping face.

It wakes me from a dream

of blue cascading waves.

Instead, I am faced with the dark

and a hollow feeling inside.

Who opened my window?

Who let in the dark?