A FENCE

 

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A fence for protection

To keep out the raging storm.

We will be safe and dry.

This has gone beyond the norm.

 

Faces raised in fury,

The waves reach a new height.

They attempt to break through.

They fight with all their might.

 

We will stay for the duration.

We refuse to flee our homes.

Out come the flashlights,

We’ve lost our lights and phones.

 

This storm won’t defeat us.

The next one won’t either.

We stick together as one

Until the day is won.

 

 

 

 

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BLACK AS NIGHT

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Dark as death,
Black as the night,
The evil one has come
For me tonight.

My heart pounds a beat.
He sees me and more.
He walks the dark street.
At night he’s the lore.

I cannot run.
I cannot even hide.
He knows my secrets.
He knows where I hide.

The roses are wilting.
They crumble​ in despair.
Their faces are tilting
Only black as they tear.

He has no footsteps.
He walks with the winds.
His body whispers past me.
Soft in the trade winds​.

He takes me in flight,
Up to the laughing moon.
I can’t see his face.
I’ll be his all too soon.

I close my eyes in defeat.
His cold lips crush mine.
I search for a way to retreat.
I search for a sign.​

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

THE DEAD GAME

TOUCH THE RAINBOW

Red Path

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TOUCH THE RAINBOW

I take the winding path shaded in red

instead of hiding in my comfy bed.

The road widens and narrows its scope

as it weaves away from any hope.

Blood red threatens the night sky

as laughter follows up high.

Rivers of crimson red coat my tired feet

as I walk the road of shame and defeat.

Why cannot life take the high road?

I ask if I may be so bold.

Up ahead I see a bright light

as I rise up with all my might.

I run toward the rainbow in my mind

in the colors and hues, I hope to find.

TO BE OR NOT TO BE

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TO BE OR NOT TO BE

To be or not to be a writer.
This has been the hardest question for me.
Should I continue with my pursuit?
Or step away and claim defeat?
One book written.
One book sold.
It dances around on Amazon and Nook.
It reaches new heights in its niche
And then it slowly bows its head in silence.
The highs feel good and lofty,
While the lows feel depressing and sad.
Is it worth it? 
Is it worth the aggravation?
I am told that a writer must keep writing.
More books to dance around.
More highs and lows.
Should I keep doing this?
Will I keep doing this? 
Yes, for now
As I wait for the next high.

TO BE OR NOT TO BE

My post from a year ago. It still holds true today.

TO BE OR NOT TO BE

To be or not to be a writer.
This has been the hardest question for me.
Should I continue with my pursuit?
Or step away and claim defeat?
One book written.
One book sold.
It dances around on Amazon and Nook.
It reaches new heights in its niche
And then it slowly bows its head in silence.
The highs feel good and lofty,
While the lows feel depressing and sad.
Is it worth it? 
Is it worth the aggravation?
I am told that a writer must keep writing.
More books to dance around.
More highs and lows.
Should I keep doing this?
Will I keep doing this? 
Yes, for now
As I wait for the next high.

TO BE OR NOT TO BE

TO BE OR NOT TO BE

To be or not to be a writer.
This has been the hardest question for me.
Should I continue with my pursuit?
Or step away and claim defeat?
One book written.
One book sold.
It dances around on Amazon and Nook.
It reaches new heights in its niche
And then it slowly bows its head in silence.
The highs feel good and lofty,
While the lows feel depressing and sad.
Is it worth it?
Is it worth the aggravation?
I am told that a writer must keep writing.
More books to dance around.
More highs and lows.
Should I keep doing this?
Will I keep doing this?
Yes, for now
As I wait for the next high.