THE HAUNTED HOUSE

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END HOUSE AT OASIS

The house waits.

It breathes.

No one visits.

Until the party.

It sits.

It waits.

For you.

THE DEAD GAME

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THE RAINBOW

THE RAINBOW

Some days can be heartless.

Some days cruel.

Bringing sorrow and tears.

Bringing you down to your knees.

Until you give up hope.

Give up on your dreams.

Refuse to lift your head.

Refuse to face another day.

And then comes the rainbow.

THE ROAD TO NOWHERE

wanderthewood:

by sannalinn

THE ROAD TO NOWHERE

Life takes us on a ride.

A path with no guide.

A ride for no rhyme or reason.

A circle with no side.

A path deep into the jungle.

People passing along the way.

Traps to trip us up.

Lurking demons held at bay.

The end leaves us with more questions.

Not answered along the way.

A destination with no purpose.

No clarification for our stay.

MY DEAR SUNFLOWER

artizan3:

paul caponigro

MY DEAR SUNFLOWER

Can you grow in the dark,

Or do you need a light?

I will see on a lark

If you grow in the night.

The light grows dim.

Shadows take the day.

I can see you,

Standing up to pray.

Your arms spread out wide.

Your face to the moon.

You never need to hide.

It will be the day soon.

TO BETTER DAYS

Take me away to better days,

To where the sun casts its bright rays.

Let the breeze ruffle through the leaves.

Better days for me, pretty please.

WHAT DO WE NEED?

mountaineous: Punch-Drunk Reverie | Tula Top

What do we need?

Perhaps, a stream of water.

Some mountains.

Sunshine.

Flowers.

Birds chirping.

We require little

to survive.

Yet the world provides us

with so much more.

RETREAT

amazing-earth-pics:

RETREAT

A place for our dreams,

An earthly retreat.

Follow my heart’s beat. 

Can you feel the heat?

The earth is alive.

Its core is on fire.

Come with me, darling.

I feel your desire.

It’s all too soon gone.

The door is closing.

It’s being washed out

By the sea’s hosing.

Don’t run from the truth.

Please come back to me.

You can’t turn away.

I know you love me.

THE FIGHT

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View of Mt. Fuji from Mt. Tenjo on a cloudy winter morning

THE FIGHT

Night into the day.

Day into night.

I’m swept away

As I hold tight.

The night numbs me,

Making me cold.

The days rush by

As I grow old.

I prefer day

When the sun shines.

The night is fey,

Dark through the pines.

Night into day.

Day into night.

Days become grey,

No strength to fight.

THE DEAD WALKING

A town where the snow is black,
bringing coldness and fear.
Old remnants of tears held back,
and times too hard to bear.

Woven from black sheets of rain,
fear covers in disarray.
Anguished and frozen with pain,
dark petals fall in dismay.

Hell has come to Oasis,
The Dead and gone at its side.
Now hidden behind faces
that are well-known far and wide.

Who will fall prey to The Dead?
I hope it is not me.
I’m hiding under my bed.
I’m afraid as I can be.

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FACE THE DEVIL

theunclaimedgeneration

TUG***

I walk in the dark woods.

Soft cries fill my ears.

The same cries of my nightmares.

I know what waits for me in the forest.

Goosebumps riddle my chilled flesh.

The evil one calls to me.

My heart beats to his drum.

He wants me to join him.

He plays for keeps.

I will go now

and face the devil.

THE DEAD GAME

ARE WE ALONE?

silenceforthesoul Deactivated 

Carl Gustav Carus (1789-1869) – Faust’s Dream 

ARE WE ALONE?

Are we truly alone?

Friends and family.

Are they with us?

Beside us every day?

I can feel them.

A thickness in the air.

A soft touch.

A slight breeze.

Is my brother gone?

Or is he with me?

I believe he is.

He chuckles at my blunders.

He laughs at my jokes.

He cries when I’m hurt.

Yes, he is with me.

Always.

Forever.

THE PIANO PLAYS

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The house welcomes us.

The piano plays.

The keys dance.

The walls moan.

A long night ahead.

THE DEAD GAME 

THE CANDLE FLICKERS

The candle flickers.

The music plays softly.

In an empty house.

The piano keys pound faster.

The wind screams louder.

The games are about to begin.

THE DEAD GAME 

TIME KILLS

Source:arcusxx

Time kills.

The Dead kill.

They play no favorites.

We all become victims.

Prey for their games.

Cages will entrap us.

Lost in a maze of rooms.

Welcome.

THE DEAD GAME