A MAGICAL NIGHT

A MAGICAL NIGHT

It is a magical night for a party.

Beautiful couples dance

between the glass statues.

Fancy gowns draped

on perfect bodies.

The party at the glasshouse is perfect.

Maybe a little too perfect.

THE DEAD GAME

PARADISE IS CALLING MY NAME

How would paradise

appear to you?

A house standing in calm water.

The scent of flowers in the air.

People strolling the clean streets.

No need to hurry.

Warm breezes.

Sun shining.

Birds chirping.

Perfect.

UNMASKED

The mask has cracked.

I can’t keep it together.

A fight to be perfect.

A battle to be accepted.

The mask has cracked.

The game is over.

PERFECT

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Portovenere, Italy ~ Luca Libralato

Brush strokes of blue and gray

to fill in the puffy clouds.

Crayon swipes of teal and aquamarine

to meet the neverending horizon.

Each wave swell of purest white

rises from the depths of dark blue.

My fingers reach for the canvas.

My eyes travel to the brushes.

I shake my head.

No painting is needed.

No copy will diminish the essence 

of a perfect summer day at the shore.

BLUE BED

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A bed of flower.

A fragrant power.

Petals in my face.

Such a perfect place.

I’ll soon be asleep.

So don’t make a peep.

OASIS

OASIS

A more beautiful place cannot be.
It faces the waves of the dark sea.

White sand and quiet beaches galore.
You can’t ask for anything more.

Life is perfect as can be.
Come and frolic with me.

Tourists visit from far and wide.
Oasis is Florida’s pride.

Beware as The Dead descend.
We can no longer pretend

This is a perfect place to be.
The Dead will rise from the sea.

Darkness brings flying creatures and death.
Beware that this won’t be your last breath.

THE DEAD GAME

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A PERFECT OASIS

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A perfect oasis where dreams come true.

Palm trees wave their arms in the warm breeze.

Birds sing a happy tune above the blue.

Until the night exhales its cold breath.

Torrents of wind dig through the white sand.

Where dark shadows leave no footprints.

And tourists remain innocent no more.

THE DEAD GAME

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ONCE IS ENOUGH

ONCE IS ENOUGH

The simple.
The pure.
The first time.
Done once.
And done the right way.

PICTURE PERFECT

Perfect lines cast in the sand.

Left behind by waves

caressing the shore.

Temporary footsteps. 

Like magic?

No, like nature.

PRETTY IN PINK

 

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Petals drift in the warm breeze.

Pretty in pink, they flutter.

The fragrance tickles my nose.

Velvety soft to the touch.

My senses engaged.

My mind is at rest.

No need for worries.

No need for more words.

MY PERFECT FANTASY

MY PERFECT FANTASY

I walk through the soft sand.
Dip my toes into the ocean.
The cold water soothes me.
The sun hits my face.
The salty breeze ruffles my hair.
A perfect paradise.
Until I feel the pressure.
A hand tugs my leg.
It’s time to leave my perfect fantasy.
Life has a way of interfering.
A demon rises from the ocean.
Clothing drips from its fingers.
I know what it is.
It’s the demon of laundry.
An ever-present and growing demon.
Will a stack of dishes be next?
Goodbye demons.
I’m going back to my fantasy.
I see dolphins swimming by the shore.
See you later.

MASK

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The mask has cracked.

I can’t keep it together.

A fight to be perfect.

A battle to be accepted.

The mask has cracked.

Game over.

A MERE REFLECTION?

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A reflection of perfection.

Better than the original?

It moves.

It shimmers.

It elongates.

It stretches.

Distorting the original.

A reflection.

PERFECT THE FIRST TIME

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Robin, by henrique cordeiro

Perfect.

No changes needed.

No rewind.

No second chances.

Perfect the first time.

A CANOPY

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The sun peeks through

a canopy of leaves.

A blanket of flowers 

covers and protects me.

They shelter me with

their petals of pink.

Sheets of softest green

touch my skin.

The perfect spot for the weary.