A Desert Landscape

Source:fascination--infatuation

A Desert Landscape

My mind is a desert landscape,

full of worries and contradictions.

It blasts away any chance of peace,

keeping me awake seeking sleep.

Thoughts are jumbled in the cobwebs,

lining the halls of my utter despair.

Bells ring in these curved walls,

warnings for me to take care.

Once one hole is filled in,

another one soon emerges.

A shovel will not do the job

to keep me safe from my pride.

A better state of mind is needed

to repair the damage already done.

My mind is a desert landscape,

full of worries and contradictions.

A Desert Landscape

Source: fascination–infatuation

My mind is a desert landscape,

full of worries and contradictions.

It blasts away any chance of peace,

keeping me awake seeking sleep.

Thoughts are jumbled in the cobwebs,

lining the halls of my utter despair.

Bells ring in these curved walls,

warnings for me to take care.

Once one hole is filled in,

another one soon emerges.

A shovel will not do the job

to keep me safe from my pride.

A better state of mind is needed

to repair the damage already done.

My mind is a desert landscape,

full of worries and contradictions.

HELP ME

Something is pulling me back.

Keeping me in this place.

A mausoleum paradise.

A hand is pulling me under.

Back into my hole.

I refuse to go back.

I refuse to be dead.

THE DEAD GAME

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RABBIT HOLE

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Take a trip to wonderland  ★ ☆

Is this heaven or hell?

Do I hear a loud bell?

Pink lights are flashing.

I can hear thrashing.

The forest is alive.

A gigantic beehive.

Buzzing sounds surround us.

Yellow like a school bus.

Get me out of here.

Something in my hair.

A giant bee is caught inside.

I need a place to run and hide.

Get the bee away from me.

It just bit me on my knee.

I want to go in the rabbit hole.

I don’t care if I meet a mole.

THE GREEN INSIDE

lsleofskye

Bacton Wood

The green hides inside.

With unspoken pride.

It comes at night.

What a great sight.

A mist falls first.

Trees drink from thirst.

They swallow the green whole.

Then fall down a deep hole.

Fairies alight on leaves.

Get me out of here, please.

DARK OF NIGHT

A shadow appears.

Dark as the night.

Moving closer.

Encompassing all.

An opening hole.

Of death and despair.

The grass trembles.

Flattened by its footsteps.

Beneath its terrible burden.

But it’s too late.

It’s here. 

But I’m not.

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN --- THE DEAD GAME ---PART 26

One more smack of my shovel
And the earth's slumber is cut short.
The ground rumbles and shakes,
Moving debris away from the fresh hole.

The trees step back in horror,
Removing their canopy of leaves.
The sun sneaks a peek into the abyss,
Where a door waits to be opened.

One more shake, rattle, and roll
And the door is lifted into standing position.
What was once below in the darkness 
Has now been moved above into the sunshine.

This door has powers not yet fully realized.
It has opened to fantasies and dreams
Of the fishermen and their families.
Offering them escape from violent attacks and storms.

It has also opened to trap our dear friends
In the dungeons below End House.
One step at a time I will take
Into the descending realms of the supernatural.

The coldness envelopes me with its cold breath.
Icy fingers run up and down my spine.
Dark shadows dart by too quickly to be seen.
But I know that I am not alone down here.

I huddle with my friends for warmth.
We walk as one down the corridors of time.
Life has no dominion down here.
Death is the ruler of the day.

A closed metal door stands before us.
This is the moment that makes or breaks heroes.
We are beyond any fear of consequences.
We've been through this too many times before.

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

THE DEAD GAME BY SUSANNE LEIST


 

THE SINKHOLE

THE SINKHOLE

A sinkhole where the house has stood

Lies deep in the deserted wood.

Where has everyone gone to?

The grass and trees are gone too.

A house and garden have once stood here.

Now there is only the ground laid bare.

Could they be in the tunnels below?

And hear me if I yell out hello?

I hear rumbling coming from the hole.

The loose rocks are beginning to roll.

I should leave before it’s too late

And I suffer the same sad fate.

THE DEAD GAME
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FOLLOW YOUR DREAMS PART III

“Oh, hello little animals.
Are you getting married today?”
No answer.
More bells.
One of the animals winks at me,
and then they both fly away.
I’m alone again.
All quiet,
except for those
annoying wedding bells.
The ground begins to shake.
Snow falls off the branches.
I look down and see a hole.





Is that for me?
I feel a hard push,
and then I’m falling.
Falling down this dark abyss.
What’s at the bottom?
Will I make it to the bottom?
Will I live to tell the tale?

Continued tomorrow.

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.

DARK HOLE

buron:

Syd’s Opal Daydream v (11)
©buron - May ‘14

Come into my darkness.
My deepest depths.
Where dream and nightmares flourish.
And light is held at bay.
Come in and be lost.
Lost in my utter despair.
Where loneliness and horror
are the rules of the day.

WHERE'S THAT DARN CAT?

headlikeanorange:

Young black-tailed prairie dog

"I saw it!
I really did.
I thought I saw a pussy cat.
Where is it? Where did it go?”
Or did he just lose something?