NOT THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD

NOT THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD

This is not the yellow brick road

that will lead you to fantasies.

This is the road of reality

that is determined by your choices.

Its course is charted by you.

Take care of the twists and turns.

It’s a ride of a lifetime.

TRAPPED

formandalign

Futile.

Trapped.

Caught.

A prisoner.

Out of control.

Round and round I go.

Day in.

Day out.

I will break free.

Let no one control you.

Ever.

 

NATURE’S WILL BE DONE

We fight nature’s will.

Ride its mighty waves.

Dig up its natural resources.

Cut down its plentiful trees.

Pollute its clear waters.

But will we ever have control?

Make it bow to our will.

Never.

Nature can never be tamed.

It will remain strong.

Long after we’re gone.

A PUPPET ON A STRING

A puppet on a string.

Creepy.

Surreal.

Never in control.

At someone’s beck and call.

It must end.

Before it’s too late.

Before I turn to wood.

Before I become a Pinocchio.

No puppet life for me.

I will stand up for myself.

I will throw off my strings.

I will walk on my own.

I will be free at last.

Never to be

someone’s puppet 

ever again.

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN --- THE DEAD GAME --- PART 16

"Oh it's you again."
Linda turns back around.
The door is gone.

Why is he following me?
Is he the one controlling the town?
He did control the stairs and the door
At End House.
Is he a vampire or even a human vampire?

Todd moves into the sunlight.

The rays brush red strokes through his black hair.

His black eyes glisten in the yellow haze.

Vampires can't be in the sunlight,

Or can they?

"I can tell you're happy to see me.

Why do you run from me?"

The rays follow him forward,

Clinging to his muscular body.

A small smile escapes his lips.

"Do you have special powers?

Besides the ones at End House.

You always seem to know when

Something bad is about to happen."

The forest quiets.

A strong breeze ruffles his hair.

His broadening smile brings

Shivers down her spine.

A secret joke at her expense.

"Linda,

Come to me."

Todd's eyes twinkle and shine.

Can this be Todd?

He's acting like...

He's acting like Wolf.

Oh no! 

THE DEAD GAME

What if Linda met Todd in the forest?

Would she confront him?

Based upon the book.

GOING IN CIRCLES

niadil:

GOING IN CIRCLES

Caught in a vicious cycle.
No control over your own life.
Day in and day out.
Round and round you go.
Does it ever stop?
Can you get off?
Yes, you can.
If you step outside the circle.
And dare to be different.

 

 

LIFE

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   pachipachiworld:
   

   
   

   LIFE
   
   Life has depth.
   It has roots.
   Extending far,
   Above and below.
   
   We are mere cogs
   In its vast display.
   Only players
   In its mighty game.
   
   Forever yearning
   To gain control.
   But never allowed
   In the front seat.

A PUPPET

A puppet on a string.
Creepy.
Surreal.
Never in control.
At someone’s beck and call.
It must end.

Before it’s too late.
Before I turn to wood.
Before I become a Pinocchio.
No puppet life for me.
I will stand up for myself.
I will throw off my strings.
I will walk on my own.
I will be free at last.
Never to be
someone’s puppet
ever again.

NATURE'S WILL BE DONE

We fight nature’s will.
Ride its mighty waves.
Dig up its natural resources.
Cut down its plentiful trees.
Pollute its clear waters.
But will we ever have total control?
Make it bow to our will.
Never.
Nature can never be tamed
or controlled.
It will remain strong,
long after we’re gone.

THE BEAST WITHIN

zodiacke: Beast by Klaus Wittmann


The beast within.
Each one of us has
a beast lurking inside.
Waiting to be free.
Free to wreck havoc.
To seek revenge.
Yearning to be free.
We must tame the savage beast.
Refuse to let it take control
of our lives and our hearts.
We must soothe the savage beast.
Or we risk becoming one ourselves.

MIDNIGHT AT THE OASIS

e-e-r-i-n-e-s-s:

Nosferatu (1922)

When the clock chimes 12:00
midnight in the glass house,
time will stand still.
The music will stop.
Dancers will freeze in place.
All will be quiet,
waiting for the last chime.
After the twelfth bong,
time will be released from its trance.
The dancing and music will resume.
No time is lost.
Nothing is gained.
The Dead have assumed control.
THE DEAD GAME has begun.

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MY BRAIN

santtumustonen:

Animation for The New York Times, "January Is Cruelest Time for Sleep"

Today my thoughts feel jumbled.
Too many ideas running
through my head.
Each one competing to be heard.
Each idea wanting to be
the one that takes control.
All I hear is a humming noise.
Which idea will be heard?
Will it be an idea that’s easy to follow?
Will it be pleasant or not?
I hope it will be an enjoyable one for me.

ENDLESS CANVAS

Take a moment to look up at the sky.
It’s filled with colors and shapes.
Clouds drifting by.
Stars that sparkle and glisten.
Birds flying as high as they dare.
Who controls all of this?
What role do we play?
Big questions about an endless canvas.
Do we get to draw any of the lines on this canvas?
Do our actions make any difference at all?
The sky holds all the answers.

STUCK IN YOU OWN WEB

Have you ever been caught
in a web of your own deceit?
A web of lies that grew and grew
out of control.
One lie leading to the next.
So much easier to be truthful.
No lies to remember.
Easier on your brain and on others.
Stick to the truth or
be stuck in your own web.

IN THE SHADOWS

sildiogo:

What do you see when
you look into the shadows?
Do you see a hummingbird
or maybe a dark creature?
I would rather be haunted by
pretty creatures than dark shadows.
However, we don’t always have control
over what our minds show us.

THE DEADLY GAME

saenzdesantamaria:

End House stands alone at the edge of a cliff.
Its only neighbor are the treacherous waves
beating at the sharp rocks below.
Invitations have been sent to the young
residents of the town.
Invitations to a mysterious party
at the deserted house.
The name of the host isn’t mentioned.
Over the years, people have disappeared
from this dark house—never to be seen or
heard from again.
Should the residents attend this party?
Do they?
They do.
It’s a night not one of them
will ever forget.
From this night forward, they are
caught in a deadly game.
A game willing to kill its players
and whomever dares to find its host.
Who is controlling the town and
the evil game?
Only The Dead know.
THE DEAD GAME
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HOLD LIGHT IN OUR HANDS

What if we were able to hold light in our hands?
A spark of hope and the future.
What would we do with it?
Would we ruin it like everything else?
Would we treasure it?
Unfortunately, we’ll never find out.

A PERFECT WORLD

veralynn23: Bonsai Tree Houses by Takanori Aiba

Wouldn’t it be nice if we could
create our own perfect world?
Every detail in place, exactly
as we plan it.
No surprises.
Everything under our control.
Peace and tranquility.
It’s nice to dream.

THE DEAD GAME

THE DEAD GAME takes you to places far beyond your wildest imagination.

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FEED THE MONSTER

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We all have demons inside us.
Demons that crave attention and nourishment.
It may be a desire to be the center of attention
or an insatiable hunger for control.
What monster is in you
that you must feed?