ESCAPE

der-gorgonaut

// stairs // middle of 2014 // panasonic dmc-zs15 (by Georg Nickolaus)www.azurgrau.com

Lead me far away from the darkness.

Up these stairs, I will find my way.

I’m tired of living in this sadness.

Time to scope out a new day.

As I climb, the light taunts me.

It hits me square in the eye.

I squint as I try to see.

I must spread my wings and fly.

I’m thrust into a party at full throttle.

The sounds of laughter and music cocoon me.

I find life outside instead of a bottle.

I fly free and far away from the old me.

REACH FOR THE HEAVENS

Source:love-personal

Pink climbs to heaven

on bristling leaves.

Fuchsia steps up

the balconies.

It covers our world

with vibrancy.

Cheering us on

our gloomiest days.

Raising our spirits.

Coaxing us to reach

for the heavens.

MY ONE AND ONLY

Source:alecsgrg

Come with me away from it all.

Let’s climb a hill that’s really tall.

An island for me and you,

And skies that are clear and blue.

We will take long walks on the sand,

And don’t forget to take my hand.

I will never feel alone or lonely.

I will always have my one and only.

I WILL SLEEP

Source:kulturtava

Down I go

To the depths

Of my sadness.

I can’t go on.

I must rest.

Replenish my spirit.

Revitalize my soul.

I can turn around.

Go back up.

Try once more

To live my life.

First I will sleep.

WHAT TO DO?

WHAT TO DO?

Life can be boring.
Ho hum
What to do?
Climb a tree.
Roll in the grass.
Take a nap.
I know.
I’ll go hunting.
I forgot.
I don’t have to.
I’m in a zoo.
Ho hum.
I’ll take a nap.

ICY COLD

Ice Fire

Cold.
Icy cold.
Toes are numb.
Fingers are tingling.
I can see my breath.
I can hear the wind blowing.
Whipping past my face.
I’m getting tired.
But I must continue on.
To the top of the hill.
The view is waiting for me.
I can’t disappoint it
or myself.
Only a few more steps.
And…
It has taken my breath away.
The colors.
The sharp edges.
Prettier than a picture.
Perfect in its beauty.

AN ELECTRIC STORM

Let’s scale the heights.
Careful of the crevices.
The deep valleys.
The empty holes.
Climb the next ridge.
Enter through an opening.
Small as a fly.
Hear the blood pound.
The synapses sizzle and pop.
Journey through the darkness.
Through the unknown.
Exhilarating as an electric storm.
Colorful as a fireworks display.
A ride through space and time.

FOOTSTEPS

Do we dare?
Dare to walk in the snow.
Climb the rocks.
Slide down the slopes.
Feel the cold on our faces.
The wind hitting our bodies.
The brisk nip in the air.
Should we?
Someone else has done it,
while we’ve been procrastinating.
Do it now.

THE EMPTY STAIRCASE

I close my eyes to sleep,
and what do I see?
The staircase from my past.
The stairs from my
elementary school.
I could still hear children’s voices
as they run up the stairs to classes.
I hear shouts as they run down
into the basement for lunch.
But I can’t see their faces.
I can only hear their voices.
All I see is the staircase,
waiting for me.
If I go back there, will
the dream go away?
Will new faces and voices
replace the old ones?
I’m too afraid to find out.
I don’t want new nightmares
to pile on top of the old ones.
So I’ll just go to sleep, and
dream about my empty staircase.

TIME IS UP

I love this picture!
It brings many images to mind.
Climb the stairs.
Your time is limited.
Reach the top
before it’s too late.
Before time stops
and so do you.

NO WORDS TO DESCRIBE

AMAZING!

milkstudios:

Goat Tree
AMAZING!
THIS IS THE FIRST TIME THAT I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY.

HAUNTED HOUSE

What lies behind the tall metal gates?
Is the house behind the trees dilapidated or fixed up?
Do you want to take a chance and go inside?
We just have to climb the tall gate.
Not interested anymore, we could wait to see who comes in or out.
Forget it.
I’m going in by myself.
I’ll have all the mystery, danger, and fun.
Goodbye then.
Here I go.
I’m inside the gate.
It’s so dark and creepy in here.
There are moaning sounds.
It sounds like a baby crying.
Oh no!
Everything turned pitch black.
I have to get out of here.
I’m in trouble. Help!