MOVE TOO FAST

 

 

Life moves too fast.

People rushing back and forth.

Where are they going?

Do they reach their destinations?

Rushing.

Everything a blur.

Faces and lights flashing by.

Stop!

Take a breath.

What happened to enjoying life?

Living for the moment.

When does that happen?

THE DEAD WALK NO MORE

It calls to me.

It flickers.

It winks.

It watches.

It waits.

I must follow.

I must see.

Who goes there?

Walkers of the night.

Hiding in the dark.

Ready to pounce.

Once the sun sets.

I will be ready,

I will follow.

Uncover their identities.

Until The Dead

Walk no more.

THE DEAD GAME

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WATCHING ME

 

Who is watching me from the water?

Someone is bobbing beneath the waves.

He’s coming closer to shore.

I see eyes.

Yellow eyes sparkling in the sunlight.

Green skin with yellow spots.

I must run.

Before it catches me.

Wait.

A man is rising from the waves.

A man in a wet suit.

All is safe.

Ouch!

I’m shot.

He shot me.

With a spear gun.

Too late.

I’m falling down.

Is this only bad dream?

I hope so.

SEND IN THE CLOWNS

Daniel Merriam

 

I open my eyes.

I see circus men.

Why are they in my bedroom?

 

Soft laughter fills the room.

Clowns are waving knives at me.

I need to escape.

I can’t.

I’m tied to my bed.

They’re coming closer.

The laughter is getting louder.

I close my eyes.

All is quiet.

My eyes open.

The room is dark.

And empty.

I glance over at my chair.

A red balloon is tied to it.

Floating in the air.

Oh no.

A PERFECT PARADISE

paradise is here
A perfect oasis on the shore.
You could not ask for anything more.
Sun and surf during the day,
But at night there’s hell to pay.
The waves welcome daily swimmers,
But at night there are no winners.
Afraid to venture out after dark,
Residents stay clear of the town park.
One night, a hanging party was had
By the dark creatures who are plain bad.
Our town is plagued by darkness and woe.
We don’t even know who is our foe.

THE DEAD GAME
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THE BROOKLYN BRIDGE FALLS

 

brooklyn

The river flows black.
The sky lights up.
Red, orange, and yellow bursts.
Then I hear the explosion.
Loud and deafening. 
My ears ring.
The bridge is in flames.
The beautiful Brooklyn Bridge.
Pieces of metal land in the water.
Cries fill the cold air. 
I’m lost in the frightened crowd.
Someone takes my hand.
I’m pulled to a building.
The door is locked and bolted.
I follow him from building to building.
Until we find an unlocked door.
Sounds of sirens follow us inside.
The door slams shut behind us.
Lines of cars face us.
I look up to see his face.
He turns away.
He leads me down a ramp.
I dig in my heels.
I must see his face.
He turns to me…
I wake up.
I still wonder…about his face.