I walk alone each night.
The wind moans and howls,
but no one calls my name.
I walk alone each night,
waiting for the siren’s call.
But no one calls my name.
SIREN’S CALL
alone
IT IS HERE
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 Wave Breaking Beneath the Pier, Folly Beach, SC
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How can it be here,
my ultimate fear?
A force to be reckoned,
Growing by the second.
Thrashing waves at the shore,
I can’t take it anymore.
My dying wish can’t be
to be consumed by the sea.
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ALONE IN THE DARK
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Who sits and waits in the darkness? There is no movement in the blackness. As still as a fox waiting to pounce, No hint of a ruffle or a flounce.
A soft sigh can be heard in the air. Are those slithering snakes in her hair? Shadows shift through the circling dust As the walls trickle with blood or rust.
The ghostly form stands tall to meet us. She can be the hostess to greet us. A deserted house this seems to be. She hovers over us like a tree.
We stand alone in this bleak hall. There won’t be dancing at this ball. This was a silly lark. Then the candles go dark.
Time to leave this creepy place. We must quicken our snail’s pace. But since this is a horror story, We will not be leaving with glory. |
THE WOMAN IN THE SHADOWS
Each night a woman appears.
Her shadow floats across the dimly lit garden.
The wind whistles in her wake.
One night, she doesn’t appear.
What happened to her?
I still wait.
ANOTHER NIGHT
A shadow passes.
More shadows follow.
They circle a gazebo.
The shadows take form.
Humans in hooded robes.
A woman hangs from a noose.
They circle faster.
The wind follows in their wake.
Cries fill the night.
Then silence.
The gazebo stands empty.
Another night in Oasis, Florida.
THE DEAD GAME
THE MIDNIGHT HOUR
The midnight hour strikes panic and fear
In innocent hearts that can no longer bear.
The horror soon to besiege us all.
Before night’s end, someone will fall.
THE DEAD GAME
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BREAK FREE
(Source: rosie-maier-blog)
Trapped in my body.
Trapped with my insecurities.
Can I break free?
It will be painful.
I will break the walls.
I can do it.
I will do it.
Goodbye to doubters.
Hello to the new me.
SOLITUDE
A rare commodity is solitude.
It can be easily misunderstood.
To be all alone with no one else around.
You can do this in the air or on the ground.
You can sail off in the blue sea,
Or hop on a plane without me.
We can all use some time alone
Without T.V. or telephone.
Time to think about your goal.
You will come back feeling whole.
FLY HIGH
What does it feel like to fly,
Rising to meet the blue sky?
Soaring to a new height.
A bird’s exclusive right.
Alone and soaring high,
Nary a cloud in the sky.
Take me along with you, please.
What can I do to appease?
The wind will ruffle my feathers.
I will fly without any tethers.
I will fly over the land
To the tune of a marching band.
THE CRACK
Source: Ready to tackle any hardship.
Then comes the crack.
The one obstacle we can’t overcome.
It will break us.
Or make us stronger.
The choice is ours.
