A path through the forest,
covered with fallen trees and tangled shrubbery.
Bushes shake.
Animals scurry into hiding.
Leaves fall.
Birds flee.
I must find my way home.
Darkness envelopes the path.
I can’t move.
Vines twirl around my feet.
I’m trapped.
The forest has taken me.
Olga Akasi aka Ольга Акаси (Ukrainian, b. 1970, Kiev, Ukraine) – Found By Nobody Paintings: Oil on Canvas
I cry in the morning.
I cry into the night.
Tears to fill an ocean.
I won’t forget the fight.
I will wait each day.
Bow my head and pray.
I know you’ll return to me.
I will never let you free.
The green hides inside
With unspoken pride.
It comes at night,
Growing in might.
A fine mist falls first
As trees drink from thirst.
They swallow the green whole
By forming a deep hole.
As the fairies alight on leaves,
I need out of here, pretty please.
KEEP DRIVING
Drive until the sun rises,
Until darkness lowers its head.
Drive without direction,
Without purpose.
Feel the wind through your hair,
Slapping your face.
No one can reach you.
No one can find you.
The sound of the wind for music.
The passing scenery for entertainment.
Others pass you;
Others seeking answers.
Find your answers.
Let your thoughts lead the way.
A bud so sweet,
Enticing treat.
It throws off heat,
Dance to its beat.
Its scent draws me near,
Still not feeling fear.
It soon becomes clear,
I shouldn’t be here.
The buzzing becomes loud,
Near my face big and round.
I quickly hit the ground,
Hoping I won’t be found.
The birds are chirping,
And I’m not hurting.
The sun is shining,
My bud is smiling.
Fuschia pink and turquoise blue,
colors swirling as the sea.
Velvet petals you can feel,
but with thorns as points of steel.
I present them to you, my dearest love,
the perfect beauty as the sky above.
Bright blood gushes from your punctured hand,
I should have added a marching band.
Our love is two-sided as my gift,
I know you might be a little miffed.
You crumble to the ground,
ringing the death knoll sound.
I know I made the right decision,
your death is a heaven-sent vision.
A nip in the air.
A chill in my bones.
The Dead will be here
And in our own homes.
Palm trees will shiver.
The ground will quake
Along the river
And by the lake.
Take me far away
From this creepy place.
I refuse to stay
And see his pale face.
THE DEAD GAME
Dark water.
Night comes slowly.
Footsteps fall softly.
A cat meows.
Footsteps move closer.
I see no one.
A sharp noise by the garbage can.
A splash in the water.
Footsteps resonate louder.
An oar hits the water.
Chains rattle.
I turn around.
A flash of light.
The footsteps halt.
Into the light drifts a gondola.
My true love holds a red rose.
The perfect end to the day.
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Look to the glowing skies,
Magic before my eyes.
Snow flutters to the ground
Without even a sound.
Masking the dirt with white,
So pretty and so bright.
I hope it can remain this way,
A blanket for one more day.
The old bookstore.
Do you remember the bookstores?
Books piled high from ceilings to floors.
Pictures and words float before your eyes.
You can read stories of truth and lies.
Without bookstores what can we do
On days we feel sad and blue?
We need a way to escape every day.
A daydream where we can frolic and play.
Please bring back our bookshops.
When I see one, my heart stops.
