Showing posts with label prisoner. Show all posts
Showing posts with label prisoner. Show all posts

Friday, August 23, 2019

LOST IN THE STORM


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The storm approaches the shore.
Dampness coats the air.
Mist sprays against my face.
Strands of hair fly in the wind.
Thunder rumbles in the distance.
I feel it.
It’s almost here.
Will I lose myself to it?
Let it take me to its depths.
I spread my arms,
Lift my head high.
I let myself fall.
Arms pull me under.
Lips reach for mine.
I’m lost for eternity,
Lost to the rushing wind,
Prisoner of the ultimate despair,
Partner in pain and sorrow.
The choice is made and done.
I float away with my dear one.
Together we will forge a path
Through darkness and hell
To a heavenly place beyond.

Friday, July 6, 2018

IN THE GREEN




Green grows deep in the forest,
slithering up the tall trees,
digging holes in the brown earth.
The earth rumbles and quakes,
yearning to free itself
from the shackles of green
tethered to its arms and legs.
Soon all is slathered in the lime color
as a green mist gathers and circles.

Monday, August 21, 2017

LOST IN A STORM


Dark are the nights


The storm approaches the shore.
Dampness fills the air.
Mist sprays against my face.
Thunder rumbles in the distance.
Flashes light the darkening sky.
Yes, I can feel it.​
It’s almost here.
Will I lose myself to it?
Will it bring me down to its depths?
I spread my arms wide.
Lift my head up high.
And let myself fall.
Arms pull me under.
Lips reach for mine.
I’m lost for eternity.
Lost to the rushing wind.
Held prisoner of the ultimate despair.
Partner in pain and sorrow.
The choice is made and done.
I float away with my dear one.
Together we will forge a path
Through darkness and hell
To a heavenly place beyond.

Saturday, April 5, 2014

FREEDOM

We need to fly free.
No one or nothing alive should ever feel trapped.
Trapped by circumstances or actual chains.
We were put on this earth to explore and learn.
So keep learning and reading, and never let
anyone impose any limits on your freedom.
We need to fly free.
No one or nothing alive should ever feel trapped.
Trapped by circumstances or actual chains.
We were put on this earth to explore and learn.
So keep learning and reading, and never let
anyone impose any limits on your freedom.

Thursday, February 20, 2014

OUR MINDS WILL SET US FREE


OUR MINDS WILL SET US FREE


Our minds will set us free! 
Our minds will set us free!


Are we stuck in our paths?
Do we go around and around in circles?
We must escape this trap.
We must use our minds to free ourselves. 
Are we stuck in our paths?
Do we go around and around in circles?
We must escape this trap.
We must use our minds to free ourselves.


The sky is lit up.
Lightning streaks across the sky.
Sounds of thunder can be heard in the distance.
The Dead are coming to town.
Beware! 
The sky is lit up.
Lightning streaks across the sky.
Sounds of thunder can be heard in the distance.
The Dead are coming to town.
Beware!

  • Night has come.
The moon is rising.
The shadows are moving.
The birds have come out to play
And so have The Dead.
The Dead Game

Night has come.
The moon is rising.
The shadows are moving.
The birds have come out to play
And so have The Dead.
The Dead Game

  • Who are we?
Are we more than one person inside?
We can find these people in our dreams
Or in our nightmares.
Sweet Dreams.

Who are we?
Are we more than one person inside?
We can find these people in our dreams
Or in our nightmares.
Sweet Dreams.

Follow the path to End House.
It is a dark and dreary path,
But you never know what you may find.
Will the house be welcoming
Or will it be waiting for you with bated breath?
Who is else may be waiting for you?
You will never know unless you continue on the path.
The script has already been written.
You really have no choice but to follow it.
The Dead games have begun. 
Follow the path to End House.
It is a dark and dreary path,
But you never know what you may find.
Will the house be welcoming
Or will it be waiting for you with bated breath?
Who is else may be waiting for you?
You will never know unless you continue on the path.
The script has already been written.
You really have no choice but to follow it.
The Dead games have begun.

Sunday, January 26, 2014

THE DEAD GAME--DAY 46

















     Not waiting for the others, Edward charged ahead into the water. He stood in the middle where the water reached up to his knees. He looked up. Louise also gazed upward but couldn’t see anything. In the darkness above, she couldn’t even see a ceiling in the open, endless space. Then she heard a shrill clanging noise originating from somewhere above them, echoing throughout the basement. She couldn’t figure out what or who was making the awful noise; it sounded like a large machine was about to fall on them.

     Instead, huge metal cages—suspended by thick metal chains—came crashing down from above. Sharp metal spokes extended from their bottom corners, to better catch any unsuspecting intruders with their ultra-sharp claws. The cages seemed to be targeting Edward, swaying close to him. He had to dodge their sharp rods, which were threatening to ensnare him and crush him to death. He dove into the water and eluded them—one after another.

     Then all was quiet. The empty cages that had missed Edward were lying in the pool of black water.  With his legs still submerged, Edward stood panting on the far side of the water.
     Tom broke the bleak silence by his hysterical shrieking.

“Watch out, Edward!” Then he jumped into the dark water.

     Loud swooshing noises screeched from above. Huge circular saws descended to sweep the water between the submerged cages, searching for heads to slice off. Their sharp edges glinted in the dim light of the basement.

     In his desperation to reach his beloved Edward, Tom tripped and fell face first into the water. A huge saw was rotating toward his slumped over body. Louise stood stunned in place. She knew unhappily that there was no way she could help him in time. She was even too far away to see if he was still breathing. The saws were sweeping the basement floor, lined up in methodical rows with only about a foot of space between them. There was no way anybody could reach Tom without having their own head chopped off.