THE END IS NEAR

 

A lamp post stands

in the forest.

Deserted woods

except for mist. 

A wolf howls

in the distance.

A cold breeze hits me.

Is this a nightmare?

The rocks beneath my bare feet

feel hard and pointy.

Why am I barefooted?

And why am I dressed in

a nightgown?

A light flickers

in the lamp post.

I might not be alone.

I should run.

I can’t.

The end is near.

THE DEAD GAME has begun.

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DREAM ON

DREAM A LITTLE DREAM

Dream a little dream.
An orange sun
Setting over the ocean.
A jagged cliff
Showcasing a lighthouse.
A light casting its glow,
While waiting for a ship.
Waves lapping at the rocks,
Trying to climb the steep fortress.
Clouds rolling in over the mountain,
Attempting to hide the light.
The red ball slowly falling,
Losing some of its fire.
A ship appearing in the distance,
Seeking the lone light.
The light blinking in sequence, 
A lighthouse’s signal.
Dream on. 

THE FOURTH OF JULY

Up in the night sky
Colors float so high.
Raining down in hues
Of red, white, and blue.
Victory is our day.
We are all out to play.
Music and marching bands.
Raise up our clapping hands.
Celebrate the 4th of July.
Let the colorful lights fly high.

HEAVEN’S GATE

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Via uosandiego 

The sky is pink overhead.

I will try to lift my head.

Waves lap at the shore.

I can’t take much more.

I can feel the sand.

Please give me your hand.

I must see this before it’s too late,

And I am waiting at heaven’s gate.

HE’S BACK

I hear the birds in the trees,

Singing in the warm breeze.

They know who will soon come

To the beat of the drum.

Wolf is back in book two.

He can be me or you.

In another body,

He will be somebody

We all know from book one.

He’ll still be The Dead one.

Come and join us in the game.

I promise it won’t be lame. 

THE DEAD GAME

THE SUN SHINES ALL DAY

Come and swim with me
By the deep blue sea.
Where fish and dolphins play,
And the sun shines all day.

The ocean sparkles green and blue
Like a wrapped present just for you.
The soft sand is so white and clean.
Perfection has no in-between.

Oasis is perfect to get away.
It is the best place I can safely say.
Except for the desolate night
That might offer us a big fright.

Dark shadows come out from their homes.
The sun uncovers only bones.
What happens at night is a mystery
Along with Oasis’ long history.

Come and swim with me
By the deep blue sea.
Where fish and dolphins play,
And the sun shines all day.

THE DEAD GAME

INNOCENT

 (Source: mountaintalk)

Come closer to touch my petals.

See how they are rough and pointy.

Move closer to my open mouth.

I am hungry for your sweetness.

A yummy meal to be had today.

An innocent flower I am not.

WALK ALONE

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I walk alone each night

On cold, country roads.

No one calls my name.

No one cares to stop.

I walk alone each night,

Hoping to find the one for me,

The one who calls my name,

And who cares enough to stop.

SHACKLES OF GREEN

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By Iñaki Dominguez

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 mist of green encircles us all.

BURNING HOT

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Red hot waves lap at the shore,

Bringing with its blood and gore.

Paradise has come to an end.

The Dead is right around the bend.

Death is their evening delight.

They descend with all of their might.

Florida will never be the same

Once it becomes part of The Dead Game.

THE DEAD GAME

SECRETS

 (Source: necro-mance)

End House has its secrets.

It has its residents.

Their own style.

Come & play with us.

THE DEAD GAME

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ESCAPE THE ROOM

A creepy room in

a house of horrors.

A maze of traps

and skeletons.

A house alive

with evil spirits.

Why did we come?

And how do we get out?

THE DEAD GAME

DUST TO DUST

 (Source: sj0)

As I fade away,

I think of days gone by.

As I crumble to sand,

I remember the past.

As I shrivel to nothing,

I regret what I’ve done.

But most of all,

I regret what I haven’t.

I AM ME

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Oleg Dou Art.

I am me.

I am flesh and blood.

I have knowledge.

I have talent.

I have desires.

I am me.

TO BE OR NOT TO BE

TO BE OR NOT TO BE


To be or not to be a writer.
This has been the hardest question for me.
Should I continue with my pursuit,
Or step away and claim defeat?
One book has been written.
One book is being sold.
It dances around on Amazon and Nook.
It reaches new heights in its niche
And then slowly bows its head in silence.
The highs feel good and lofty,
While the lows feel depressing and sad.
Is it worth it? 
I am told that a writer must keep writing.
More books to dance around.
More highs and lows.
Should I keep doing this?
Will I keep doing this? 
Yes, for now
As I wait for the next high.