Alison Scarpulla
ALONE
Alone with my thoughts.
Lost in my dreams.
A deserted forest.
Empty of people.
Devoid of sound.
No movement.
No sunlight.
Only endless trees.
Where my thoughts ring
Loud and clear.
ALONE
Month: January 2017
THE CURVE
(Source: catk)
THE CURVE
Takes one to be different.
To strike out alone.
To pave the road.
For others.
BENEATH THE CITY
(Source: roybrandys)
BENEATH THE CITY
Take me down the road.
All the way down.
Beneath the city.
To what lies below.
To the deepest depths.
Where no one dares to tread.
This is reality.
This is the city.
A BEDROOM OF FLOWERS
(Source: travel-story)
A BEDROOM
Cover me with blankets of flowers.
Shelter me with petals of pink.
Sheets of softest green.
A canopy of leaves.
A bedroom of luxury.
None can compare.
(Source: travel-story)
DESPAIR
Despair comes in many forms.
Hits all types of people.
In countries around the world.
Even heroes can feel despair.
Be true, Be kind
NIGHT
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Tigers pace in their cages.
Waiting to be set free.
Roars fill the basement.
Leashes jangle against bars.
This cannot be happening.
This cannot be so.
No way are there tigers
in the basement below.
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A swarm of bats.
Circling our heads.
Nowhere to run.
Nowhere to hide.
A cave in a house.
How can that be?
In Oasis, Florida,
Anything can be.
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He comes in the night.
Ready for the fight.
He’ll slay us alive.
No one will survive.
His eyes burn blood red.
Gleaming in his head.
He leads The Dead right to me.
I won’t go on bended knee.
The creatures will be here.
Their footsteps are too near.
I bow my head to pray.
Let us live one more day.
THE DEAD GAME
OUT OF THIS FOREST
Take me out of this forest,
Out of this tangled mess.
Away from my demons,
Who haunt me at night.
I can see the light ahead,
A beacon of light shining bright.
A view of sand and ocean,
And better times ahead.
A LITTLE MAGIC
A LITTLE MAGIC
All we need is a little magic
to bring our fantasies to life.
A little fairy dust
to capture our hidden desires.
A little sprinkle of pink
to brighten our dreary days.
Puff.
You’re gone.
I’m in fantasy land.
THE SNOW IS BLACK
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.
THE DEAD GAME
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