CRASHING WAVES

CRASHING WAVES
Waves crashing to shore.
I want more and more.
The mist in my face
Keeps me in this place.
The tides dare to peak,
Lulling me to sleep.
This is my spot for now.
Waves, I refuse to bow.
I stand strong on the rocks,
Time passes on the...

 

CRASHING WAVES

Waves crashing to shore.

I want more and more.

The mist in my face

Keeps me in this place.

The tides dare to peak,

Lulling me to sleep.

This is my spot for now.

Waves, I refuse to bow.

I stand strong on the rocks,

Time passes on the clocks.

Deserted house I might be,

But I stand alone and free.

 

BLOODY MARY

 

 

 

 

I can see you.

from inside the mirror.

I will come for you

when you least expect it.

Don’t let your guard down.

Don’t fall asleep.

For soon your life will be over.

You said the words,

“Bloody Mary.”

It’s now too late to take them back.

They are written in blood.

Your blood.

Bloody Mary is here to stay.

END HOUSE AT OASIS

 

 

End House sits alone and deserted.

Shutters torn and hanging.

Furniture upended.

Shattered pictures.

Shattered dreams.

What happened to the family?

 

Open the door.

Walk up the battered staircase.

Past the broken statues.

A sigh follows my hesitant steps.

A wind whistles through the empty rooms.

Dust swirls in mounds on the wood floors.

 

A scream rips through the rooms below.

Has the family returned,

Or am I the next victim?

The sound of footsteps on the stairs.

I must run.

I must hide.

 

They’re back.

 

THE DEAD GAME

 

 

MY STORY

All stories have an end.
This is mine.
I live behind this door.
No one visits.
As footsteps draw near,
I look out the peephole.
I never answer the bell.
I slink away into my dungeon
of lost hopes and dreams.
Neighbors stay away.
Family doesn’t...

(Source: melisica)

 

 

 

All stories have an end.

This is mine.

I live behind this door.

No one visits.

As footsteps draw near,

I look out the peephole.

I never answer the bell.

I slink away into my dungeon

of lost hopes and dreams.

Neighbors stay away.

My family doesn’t care.

Would you?

 

 

Deadly Games

The waves rise in anger. The sky burns red. Birds flee from their perches. Animals run for hiding. The tides bring death. Dark creatures soar from its depths. They converge on our town On horseless chariots. Dark shadows roam the streets. Tourists...

 

The waves rise in anger.

The sky burns red.

Birds flee from their perches.

Animals run for hiding.

 

The tides bring death.

Dark creatures soar from the deep.

They converge on our town

On horseless chariots.

 

Dark shadows roam the streets.

Tourists grabbed for their deadly games.

All evidence wiped clean in the morning

Of their deadly rampage through town.

 

THE DEAD GAME