MIDNIGHT BLUE

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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 green & blue cascading waves.

I am now faced with a dark

and hollow feeling inside.

Who opened my window?

Who let in the dark?

A FIELD OF BLUEBONNETS

I walk in a field of Bluebonnets.

I thought to compose for them sonnets.

The sweet fragrance fills my soul

until I am again whole.

I feel tired as I smile

like I’ve walked a full mile.

I will make my bed

and lay down my head.

My thoughts drift so slow and low,

somewhere over the rainbow…

FEEL THE GREEN

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waldweg VIII

FEEL THE GREEN

A seat on a bench is what I seek,

But a veil of green taunts for a peek.

It pulls me deeper into the maze.

I follow in a dark kind of daze.

Squawks and shrieks call to me

As I try to break free.

Branches wrap tight around my neck.

On my cheek, I feel a light peck.

I look up to eyes so blue and true.

I cannot believe it’s only you.

I’m in my bed safe and sound

With no horror to be found.

THE END

THE END

blackoutraven:

gennaio

Just when you think it’s safe

to step out from your bedroom.

When the howling and chanting

have finally subsided.

When all is quiet.

You put your foot down,

and then you realize that

all is not over.

THE END

A LIGHT SHINES

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A light shines through the window.

What was dark is now light.

The spotlight hits its mark.

My dark form shivering on the bed.

Whispers fill the air.

Footsteps follow in their wake.

A door opens below.

Is it too late to run?

I must save myself from him.

He walks the night to find me.

His journey has come to an end.

And so has mine.

THE DEAD GAME

THE WASHING MACHINE

blakekathryn

ruin

I’m having a bad dream,

no, maybe a nightmare,

of a washing machine.

It wakes me up at night.

It rumbles and whispers.

I hope it won’t take flight.

It’s moving and grooving

to a beat of its own,

that is far from soothing.

It’s a horrible sight.

A machine set to hard.

It’s ready for a fight.

I scream into my pillow.

“My clothing is all too clean,”

then I weep like a willow.

FLUSH OF PINK

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… the inner gauge is rising to its peak …

Anger raises its head

as I thrash in my bed.

The hot flush of pink is flowing.

To my brow, it isn’t slowing.

I remember his aqua eyes

as he retold his many lies.

I watched the grim line of his frown

as he turned my world upside down.

I won’t let him ruin my night.

I need him out of my sight.

No more meetings in the dark

beneath the elm in the park.

No more whispers as we walk.

I know the town loves to talk.

I say goodbye to my fickle love

as the moon bows its head above.

THE DEEP

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♕ Luxury and Life ♕

BLUE DEPTHS

Falling to the deep.

I cannot find sleep.

I thrash in the cold.

In the devil’s hold.

Water covers my face.

A dark and creepy place.

I struggle for air.

Current takes my hair.

I’m drowning in my bed.

It is all in my head.

LOST AND ALONE

Lost and alone in my head,
Can’t fall asleep in my bed.
Waves crashing in my mind,
Pain is all I can find.

Take a walk on the beach I’m told
To clear the cobwebs from their hold.
But here I’m alone with the surf,
Lost and alone on my own turf.

The boat’s foghorn​ echoes my grief,
A loss profound beyond belief.
The soulful sound takes me away
To happier times I can say.

To times when you held me
And told me you loved me.
Those times are gone for good,
Forget I know I should.

At night when I close my eyes to sleep,
All I can see is our love so deep.
As hard as I might try,
I can’t let go and fly.

So here I walk on the beach,
Knowing you’re out of my reach.
But still, ​I yearn and burn
For a love, ​I can’t earn.

NIGHT’S FACE

The moon shows its head.

It’s past time for bed.

It casts a yellow glow.

I can hear the winds blow.

Time for me to go inside.

There must be places to hide.

Until the morning light.

When the sun burns so bright.

IT COMES IN THE NIGHT

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It comes in the night.

It comes to all.

To all who sleep.

To all who lie awake.

It comes on soft wings.

It comes in silence.

I lie and wait.

In trepidation.

In fear.

For it.

BLUE DEPTHS

luxuryandlife

BLUE DEPTHS

Falling to the deep.

I cannot find sleep.

I thrash in the cold.

In the devil’s hold.

Water covers my face.

A dark and creepy place.

I struggle for air.

Current takes my hair.

I’m drowning in my bed.

It is all in my head.

RED LACE

I will lay down my head to sleep

Beneath a canopy so deep.

Soft leaves curl around my face,

Covering me in red lace.

Sticks of trees protect my sides.

Perfect place for one who hides.

The sun peeks in between the red,

Warmth of sunshine on my head.

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UNTIL THE MORNING LIGHT

The moon shows its head.

It’s past time for bed.

It casts a yellow glow.

I can hear the winds blow.

Time for me to go inside.

There must be places to hide.

Until the morning light.

When the sun burns so bright.

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