BLOOD MOON

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Red reflects on the water

what we feel in our hearts.

As the day comes to an end,

we must face the night.

Turn not your face away.

Dare not take a step back.

Bear the brunt of the red moon

as it burns through your empty soul.

EMPTY INSIDE

By Rhaevyn Hart

Do you feel empty inside?

You have nothing to offer the world.

No words of wisdom to share.

No pretty pictures to paint.

No music to play.

This isn’t true.

Everyone has something to offer.

Let no one make you feel unimportant.

Each of us has an important role to play.

What is yours?

DESERTED CASTLE

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Inside Edinburgh’s castle. Scotland || Personal photograph

A castle where spirits walk

Darkness hides in corners

Vintage fingerprints smudge the walls

Old fragrances float in the air

Shadows follow without footsteps

And sighs fill the empty spaces

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.

TIME TO PARTY

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Time to party.

The Dead can dance.

They fill the nights with music.

Bodies cold to the touch.

Hollow to their empty souls.

Dance to a beat of their own.

THE DEAD GAME

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THE END

Time has stopped in mid-flight.

Clouds have ceased circling the earth.

The sun refuses to show its face.

Time has come to an end.

My heart feels hollow and empty.

Panic fills the empty spaces.

My love has come to an end

And so too has mankind.

A battle rages between my lovers

Built upon passion and deceit.

The winner takes all,

And soon even me.

The earth trembles in despair.

A blanket of darkness covers all.

The battle rages in its fury.

Clashes of swords echo its thunder.

Frozen in place I stand,

Waiting for the uncertain outcome.

Who will be left standing

to take my cold hand?​

DEAFENING SILENCE

Desolate.
Alone.
Stark.
Cold.
Empty.
Sitting on a hill.
No houses nearby.
Only the comfort
of a bare tree.
The wind rattles
through my open beams.
Snow drifts in from my roof.
No peace.
Only cold.
And deafening silence.
Will it always be so?
Will the sun shine ever again?
Will horses return to my stables?
I could only wait and hope.

ECHO

THE STAIRCASE

I close my eyes to sleep,

and what do I see?

The staircase from my past.

The stairs from my

elementary school.

I can hear voices

as the children run up the stairs.

to their classes.

I can hear their shouts

as they run down 

to the basement for lunch.

I can’t see their faces.

I only hear their voices.

All I can see is the empty staircase.

The lone echo of my childhood.

DEADLY GAMES

Light the candles.

Follow me through

the empty corridors,

Past dark rooms,

Down a long flight of stairs

To the dungeons below,

Where shadows await us.

A pool of water appears.

Cages descend from above,

Pointy edges facing down.

Circular saws soon follow.

What kind of hell are we in?

Come closer to find out.

The Dead love to play.

THE DEAD GAME

INSIDE

Artist: Saint Carlito

There is no one inside.

Nothing at all to hide.

Some people are deep.

Others are asleep.

Which one of these are you?

Are you one of the few?

The ones who actually care

when your heart is about to tear.

SILENCE

Desolate.
Alone.
Stark.
Cold.
Empty.
Sitting on a hill.
No houses nearby.
Only the comfort
of a bare tree.
The wind rattles
through my open beams.
Snow drifts in from my roof.
No peace.
Only cold.
And deafening silence.
Will it always be so?
Will the sun shine ever again?
Will horses return to my stables?
I could only wait and hope.

A GHOST OF ME

A GHOST OF ME

I sit on the bench,
watching the sun take flight,
and the moon move to position.
The stars begin to shine 
in the darkening sky.
All is well with the world.
The night will soon be here.

But all is not well with me.
I feel light.
I feel empty.
I feel transparent.
A ghost of my former self.
What has happened to me?
How will I go on?

One day life changed for me.
And all I had taken for granted
was gone in a second. 
How will I go on living?
There is no one here on the bench,
but a ghost of me.

ALONE

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ALONE

Alone with my thoughts.

Lost in my dreams.

A deserted forest.

Empty of people.

Devoid of sound.

No movement.

No sunlight.

Only endless trees.

Where my thoughts ring

Loud and clear.

HOLD YOUR HEAD HIGH

Do you feel invisible?

People walk by you in the street,

and don’t bother to say hello.

They don’t bother to

acknowledge your existence.

Who are they to think

so highly of themselves?

Are they any better than you?

Have they discovered

the cure for cancer?

No.

But they think they’re better.

Just an illusion.

Just a misconception of themselves

and their self-worth.

Don’t allow them to put you down.

If you do, then you’re giving them

power they don’t deserve.

Don’t ignore them.

Don’t play their game.

Look them in the eye and force them

to acknowledge your existence.

Hold your head up high.