Tuesday, November 30, 2021

THE CRIMSON REFLECTION


Source:travel-story

The sky dips into its bag of tricks

to bring forth a full moon,

as its crimson reflection

mars the ocean’s smooth surface.

From the water’s murky depths,

dark creatures rise this night.

Onto our crisp white shores, they walk,

leaving bloody footprints in the sand,

painting our town crimson,

beneath the blood-red moon.

THE DEAD GAME 

Monday, November 29, 2021

MEET ME IN MAINE


Elizabeth and Scarlett travel to Blue Harbor, Maine, hoping to buy a bed-and-breakfast. On their first evening in the picturesque town, they visit the local ice cream parlor. As the charming owner introduces himself, a man rushes through the doorway, clutching his throat and dying in a pool of blood.

The Chief of Police questions them. David and Logan, the handsome men they met earlier in the day, join him in the interrogation. Elizabeth regrets agreeing to a date with the dashing, blue-eyed David. She can’t wait to pack her bags and leave Blue Harbor. Scarlett insists they keep their appointment at the quaint bed-and-breakfast. After the tour, she then encourages Elizabeth to sign the papers.

Elizabeth and Scarlett move into the inn and meet the residents. They hear of the curse placed by the Penobscot Indians on the original settlers of Blue Harbor and their descendants. The curse returned that year when an entire block sank into the ground, including the buildings and people. Their fears mount as an intruder breaks into the inn. At Scarlett’s date with Jonathan, the ice cream parlor’s owner, a women’s head explodes at a nearby table. Then a suspicious explosion rocks the harbor, destroying boats and part of the dock.

Once becoming involved with the town’s descendants, have Elizabeth and Scarlett placed their lives in jeopardy? Should they sell the inn and flee Blue Harbor, or stay and fight the curse alongside David, Logan, and Jonathan?

MEET ME IN MAINE

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Thursday, November 25, 2021

TO BE ME


 Archan Nair – New Illustration titled “ Hue “


I feel lost and confused.

I feel dizzy and unsure.

My mind is pulled

in opposite directions.

What do I want?

I want to create.

Throw paint on a wall.


Write books.

Compose poetry.

I want to create.

Wednesday, November 24, 2021

COLOR MY WORLD


Source:frenzyy

Color my world in shades of pink,

so long as I don’t have to think.

Brush more color in strokes of blue,

so I don’t have to think of you.

Add a mist of dark green

until I’m ready to scream.

Throw more colors at me,

but I know what I’ll see.

A world faded to black

until I get you back.

WHO GOES THERE?


Source:oxxxxxb

Into the woods, I flee,

yearning to be set free.

I don’t know which way to go.

I turn around, to and fro.

A light shines between the trees.

I peek between the thick leaves.

No one is on the path.

I can do simple math.

It’s them against me.

I’ll never be free.

THE DEAD GAME

Sunday, November 21, 2021

A THANKSGIVING SPIN


Source:holidazehalloween

A THANKSGIVING SPIN

Sweet and tasty it may be.

It does not come for free.

Life was given up

For this group to sup.

What are your holiday wishes?

And what could be the side dishes?

Some sliced fingers on a crystal plate

May satisfy your cravings of late.

Enjoy.

SAY A PRAYER FOR ME


A casualty of war.

A casualty of nature.

Sad.

Alone.

Drifting.

Broken.

Silenced forever.

Say a prayer for me.

PLAY ME A SONG


Source:randomthoughtsforabeautifulgirl

Play me a love song.

Rhyme me a sad tale.

The woe of heartbroken lovers

whose tinny cries take to the air.

The needle rides the grooves.

Around in a circle, it goes.

No beginning or end.

Like a tear that won’t fall.

A sad song with no end

that echoes for eternity.

Sunday, November 14, 2021

AN ISLAND ESCAPE

 

An Island Escape

Take me from a world without color,
where life can be dull and grey.
I want to swim through the ocean’s waves,
where rainbows frolic and play.

The sun’s rays shimmer on the water,
leaving trails of gold, yellow, and red.
Beacons of light for me to follow,
to a new land where to lay my head
.

Who lives on this small island?
It’s time for me to explore.
I see a hut of branches.
I must see if there is more
.

I walk across the pale pink sand
to the small hut and step inside.
The room is dark, without windows.
I check to see what it may hide.

A man saunters into the room.
At the table, places are set.
He turns to me with a huge grin,
as if I am his new prized pet
.

He makes an abrupt movement
and strides across the dark room.
He kisses me with cold passion
under the blood-red moon.

I swam across the ocean

to find a new shore.

But here I am again

in his arms once more.

THE PIECES


Pieces

Portrait Sculpture Photography by Brno Del Zou

The eyes,

nose,

mouth,

and ears,

don’t match.

They need a purpose

to hold them together.

They need a soul.

A WHITE BLANKET OF SNOW


White Blanket of Snow

Flakes float to the ground

As a hush falls across the city.

Few cars brave the road.

Footsteps have yet to mark

The white surface.

The blanket of snow sparkles clean.

The city is refreshed,

Its sins covered,

For tonight.

Tuesday, November 9, 2021

A PERFECT SUMMER DAY

 


coiour-my-world

Portovenere, Italy ~ Luca Libralato

Brushstrokes of blue and gray

to outline the puffy clouds.

Broad swipes of teal and aquamarine

to meet the neverending horizon.

Swells of purest white

will rise from the blue depths.

As my fingers reach for the canvas,

my gaze travels to the brushes,

and I shake my head.

No painting is needed

to capture the perfect day.

I stare around me

at nature’s perfect handiwork.

Thursday, November 4, 2021

A TOWN BY THE SEA


A more beautiful place cannot be.
It faces the waves of the dark sea.
White sand and quiet beaches galore.
You can’t ask for anything more.


Life is perfect as can be.
Come and frolic with me.
Tourists visit from far and wide.
Oasis is Florida’s pride.


Beware as The Dead descend.
We can no longer pretend
This is a perfect place to be.
The Dead will rise from the sea.


Darkness brings flying creatures and death.
Beware that this won’t be your last breath.

THE DEAD GAME