WATCHING ME

 
Who is watching me from the water?
Something is bobbing beneath the waves.
Is it a person?
It’s coming closer to shore.
Yellow eyes sparkling in the sunlight.
Green skin with yellow spots.
Music from “Jaws” in my head.
My over-active imagination.
I must run.
Before it catches me.
Wait!
A man is rising from the waves.
A man in a wet suit.
All is safe.
The yellow spots were only
reflections from the sun.
Ouch!
I’m shot!
He shot me.
He shot me with a spear gun.
Too late.
I’m falling down.
Will I wake up again?
Was this a bad dream?
I hope so.

THE DEAD AND GONE

THE DEAD AND GONE
 
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

THE LIGHTHOUSE

THE LIGHTHOUSE

“Come back to me my sweet.
Take a break from the heat.
An afternoon in a cool retreat.
We could make our own special heat.”
The wood door rattles and creaks open wide.
I hesitate before I walk inside.
The small room is as dark as night.
I begin to tremble with fright.
Maybe I should leave this place.
The door slams shut in my face.
I hear the voice in the air
Telling me, “what fair is fair.”
I intruded on this secret room 
And so I won’t be leaving too soon.

FOOTSTEPS IN THE DARK

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FOOTSTEPS IN THE DARK

The town’s residents are all asleep.
My sleep is usually sound and deep.
But I hear footsteps to a stomping beat.
In the quiet town this is no great feat.

The Dead are now coming for us.
I should’ve left on the last bus.
Now I’m a goner lying here,
Waiting for the end to come near.

The house lights have gone out.
I want to scream and shout.
But fear has closed my throat.
I’m bleating like a goat.

I see a shadow by my door.
I do know what it is here for.
The sun has ceased to shine.
It’s come for me and mine.

THE DEAD GAME
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HELP ME

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HELP ME

I’m all alone in the house.
I’ll be quiet as a mouse.
For I hear noises outside.
I must find a place to hide.
Now I hear noises from above.
Something just gave me a big shove.
Help me before it’s too late.
And my life is left to fate.

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FOLLOW YOUR DREAMS PART III

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“Oh, hello little animals.

Are you getting married today?”

No answer.

More bells.

One of the animals winks at me,

and then they both fly away.

I’m alone again.

All quiet,

except for those

annoying wedding bells.

The ground begins to shake.

Snow falls off the branches.

I look down and see a hole.

abyss

Is that for me?

I feel a hard push,

and then I’m falling.

Falling down this dark abyss.

What’s at the bottom?

Will I make it to the bottom?

Will I live to tell the tale?

Continued tomorrow.

THE HOUSE

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THE HOUSE

Enticing.
Dark.
Deserted.
Dusty.
Eerie.
So many words
to describe the house
and the winding staircase.
Afraid.
Alone.
Reluctant.
Uneasy.
Words to describe
how I feel inside
as I enter this house.
I will take it step by step.
One creaky step
followed by another.
Until I make it to the top.
What will I find there?
Creak, creak.
We will find out together.
Creak, creak.
Those weren’t my creaks.
I’m not alone in the house.
I’m leaving.
Bye.

THE EMPTY STAIRCASE

I close my eyes to sleep,

and what do I see?

The staircase from my past.

The stairs from my

elementary school.

I could still hear children’s voices

as they run up the stairs to classes.

I hear shouts as they run down

into the basement for lunch.

But I can’t see their faces.

I can only hear their voices.

All I see is the staircase,

waiting for me.

If I go back there, will

the dream go away?

Will new faces and voices

replace the old ones?

I’m too afraid to find out.

I don’t want new nightmares

to pile on top of the old ones.

So I’ll just go to sleep, and

dream about my empty staircase.

THE DEEP

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The ocean holds mystery in its dark depths;

the myriad of fish and long lost possessions

hidden in its deep waters.

Its waves bury lost secrets, hopes and wishes.

If we venture below, will we find treasures, sunken

ships, or even dead bodies?

Too afraid to find out?

So am I.