Source:indieteen
It comes in the night.
It comes to all.
To all who sleep.
To all who lie awake.
It comes on soft wings.
It comes in silence.
I lie and wait.
In trepidation.
In fear.
For it.
WAIT FOR IT
Month: February 2018
THE DEAD BY THE SEA
THE DEAD BY THE SEA
Come with me to the pool by the sea.
Oasis is the best place to be.
Relax by the pool or sit at the bar.
Tourists visit this place from near and far.
I think I’ll take a dip in the pool.
I am definitely not a fool.
I’d never pass up a chance for fun
Or a tan in the Florida sun.
Wait! Come and look over here.
I found a book on the chair.
A small town is a beautiful place.
I see the stunned look on your face.
Oasis Hotel resembles this one.
But it isn’t always fun in the sun.
It is a haven for The Dead.
Is the heat going to your head?
The sky is turning cloudy and dark.
I can see shadows over the park.
What’s that standing behind you?
It’s not one shadow but two.
More shadows are coming ashore.
I’m not going to wait for more.
Our destiny seems to be in this book.
I’m leaving now without a second look.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle http://amzn.to/1lKvMrP
Nook http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj
THE DOOR
Wooden Door, Orvieto, Italy © Doug Hickok All Rights Reserved
The door beckons.
It opens.
Into the darkness.
Into the quiet.
We step inside.
It locks behind us.
The silence envelopes us.
It carries us to our destination.
To the dark chambers.
Beneath the house.
Where our fate awaits us.
THE DEAD GAME
FIELD OF BLUE
by: (Antonio Carrillo)
In the field of blue
I will roam.
In the ocean of flowers
I will be free.
In the sunshine
I will soar.
In this world
I will be happy.
Yes.
I will.
THE DARK OF NIGHT
Source:words-in-the-paradise
The moon bows its head.
In retreat behind the clouds.
Hiding its face.
Leaving no trace behind.
That’s when they’ll come.
In the dark.
In the cold.
In the night.
SKIN AND BONES
Source:weheartit.com
Skin and bones.
That’s all we are.
Easy to break.
Easy to fall.
Don’t fall apart.
Keep strong.
Keep fit.
In mind,
Body,
And soul.
Solitude is a…
A TOUCH
Henri Martin, Mystic Scene, 1895
In the quiet,
There is a hum,
A whispering sound.
A pitch too high to hear.
A touch too light to feel.
We are never alone.
LOST
Source:won-der-land89
I am no one.
I am nothing.
No one sees me.
No one cares.
I am alone.
I am lost.
I am human.
PURPLE NECTAR
Source:words-in-the-paradise
Cover me in purple.
Pour it like wine
Over my body.
Let it trickle down
To my mouth.
I want a sip.
Of your purple nectar.
SUSANNE LEIST 