GOODBYE

 

TO BE FREE

I want to be free.

I need to be free.

To fly far away.

Above all else.

To soar high above.

To peer down. 

Through the mighty clouds.

Upon all else.

My wings are spreading.

My head held high.

Feathers to the wind.

Face to the sun.

Goodbye to all.

Goodbye to the mundane.

Goodbye to the everyday.

Goodbye to all else.

LIFE GOES BY

I sit on my perch

while life passes by.

Cars and people

always hurrying.

Airplanes in the sky

carrying their heavy loads.

I still sit here on my perch,

calm as can be,

while life goes by.

TO BE A BIRD

mstrkrftz:

Rise and Shine by Sabir Ayaz

 

Should I keep flying,

Or join my friends?

So many choices.

All are good.

The sun is setting,

warming my feathers.

My friends are swimming 

with the current.

They look happy.

Content.

A beautiful day. 

To be alive.

To be a bird.

WATCHING

 

A fog rolls into town,

Blanketing the streets.

A silence descends

As night takes over.

A crow watches

And waits.

The moon rises

With the creatures.

Shadows walk softly,

Leaving no footsteps behind.

A trail of dead bodies 

lie scattered In their wake.

The sun opens one eye,

Afraid to see the damage.

But it must rise

And shed light on it all.

A burden the residents

Of Oasis must bear.

In silence.

In secrecy.

Until The Dead 

are gone for good.

THE DEAD GAME

Kindle

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Nook

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THE BIRD

 

The bird waits.

Sitting on its perch.

Eyes to the wind.

What is he waiting for?

Will he know when he sees it?

Wait.

His wings are spreading out.

About to take flight.

He lets out a screech.

He’s looking…

He’s looking at me.

Time to go.

I WANT TO FLY

 

 

I don’t want to be dead.

I want to fly like the bird.

Be free to live in the light.

Roam the earth by day.

I’m tied to this hell.

An oasis for the living.

But death for the undead.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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A WARNING

 

“I told you not to go into the house,

that no good was going to come of it.

‘A surprise party,’ you said.

Did you find a host or guests?

No. You found a deserted house.

Some traps and bloody saws.

A fireplace with falling limbs.

Have you had enough?

Yes? I thought so.

Now find your way out.”

The black bird flew away

with a wide grin on its dark face.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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