A SHADOW IN THE WIND

 

The castle sits in the woods.

Memories fill its walls.

Echoes of laughter

vibrate the still air.

Whisps of smoke float 

between the trees.

A transparent shadow

settles beside me,

with a tap on my shoulder,

a sigh in my ear.

With a wistful smile, I say,

“Goodbye, my love.

We’ll be together again soon.“

TRAPPED

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Lost in my own mind.

Thoughts trickle down in torrents,

Leaving behind my empty soul.

Frost turns my lips ice blue.

Ice freezes me in place.

Trapped in the refuse of my lonely mind.

WINTER SUN

sundxwn: Gullfoss in Winter Sun by Peter Negatsch

The winter sun is rising.

Releasing its stored energy.

Cracking the frozen ground wide open.

Creating a dark hole.

A hole reaching down

into emptiness.

No lights.

No sounds.

Only nothingness.

The sun feels good

on my face.

The snow feels less cold

and forbidding.

The light is calling me

away from the darkness.

I will listen to it.

I will go toward it.

Away from the gaping hole

and empty dreams.

To the light of a new day.

Good morning world.

A MIND'S EYE

A MIND’S EYE

Mesmerizing.
Enticing.
The eye holds secrets.
Mysteries.
Flashing colors.
Streaming lights.
Across a black emptiness.
A universe of knowledge.
A universe to behold.

WINTER SUN

sundxwn: Gullfoss in Winter Sun by Peter Negatsch


The winter sun is rising.
Releasing its stored energy.
Cracking the frozen ground wide open.
Creating a dark hole.
A hole reaching down
into emptiness.
No lights.
No sounds.
Only nothingness.
The sun feels good
on my face.
The snow feels less cold
and forbidding.
The light is calling me
away from the darkness.
I will listen to it.
I will go toward it.
Away from the gaping hole
and empty dreams.
To the light of a new day.
Good morning world.

THE END

The end is here.
The end could be near.
What do we fear?
Do we fear failure?
Do we fear the final proof
of the emptiness of our existence?
Well, we should.

ABANDONED ASYLUM

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Abandoned asylum, north wales, united kingdom
Could you imagine what it felt like to be in this
old asylum?
A patient in the throes of horror.
Strapped to a table with probes and wires
attached to your body.
Waves of terror pulsing through your body.
Praying and hoping that you weren’t on
the list for a lobotomy.
I could hear their screams and feel their pain.
A sad time in history.

LAUGHTER IN THE WIND

The room is empty
but the sounds of music
and laughter can still be heard.

A PLACE FOR DARK THOUGHTS

A great place for dark thoughts.
A place to roam,
searching for ghosts and shadows.
Who lived here?
Are they still living here?
Are they alive or spirits?
Unfortunately, that’s how my mind works.

THE HAUNTED HOUSE

Who doesn’t love a dark and deserted house?
A house that holds no people but only memories.
Memories of lives that have passed through its walls.
Walk through its old fence to its overgrown yard.
Sounds are coming from inside.
Shadows are moving through the yard.
Maybe this house isn’t as deserted
as we assumed.
End House holds more than memories.
It may be holding spirits who should
have been long gone.
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BEING INVISIBLE

Do you ever feel invisible?
That no one is listening to you
or remembers that you exist.
We all feel that way at times.
Just join the invisible crowd.

NO ONE IS HOME

DO YOU EVER FEEL YOU ARE
LOOKING INTO SOMEONE’S EYES
AND NOBODY IS HOME.
HE’S NOT LISTENING YOU.
HE’S LOOKING AROUND THE ROOM.
HE’S ONLY CONCERNED ABOUT HIMSELF.
HE HAS NO SOUL BUT IS AN EMPTY SHELL.
IT'S UNFORTUNATE BUT THIS HAPPENS
WAY TOO OFTEN.