A THANKSGIVING SPIN

A THANKSGIVING SPIN
Sweet and tasty it may be.
It does not come for free.
Life was given up
For this group to sup.
What are your holiday wishes?
And what could be the side dishes?
Some sliced fingers on a crystal plate
May satisfy your cravings of...

 

 

A THANKSGIVING SPIN

Sweet and tasty it may be.

It does not come for free.

Life was given up

For this group to sup.

What are your holiday wishes?

And what could be the side dishes?

Some sliced fingers on a crystal plate

May satisfy your cravings of late.

Enjoy!

 

 

ARE WE ALONE?

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Carl Gustav Carus (1789-1869) – Faust’s Dream

 

 

ARE WE ALONE?

 

Friends and family.

Are they with us?

I can feel them.

A thickness in the air.

A soft touch.

A slight breeze.

Is my brother gone,

Or is he still with me?

I feel him beside me.

He chuckles at my blunders.

Laughs at my jokes.

Cries when I’m hurt.

He is with me.

Always.

Forever.

A THANKSGIVING SPIN

 

A THANKSGIVING SPIN

 

Sweet and tasty it may be.

It does not come for free.

Life was given up

For this group to sup.

What are your holiday wishes?

And what could be the side dishes?

Some sliced fingers on a crystal plate

May satisfy your cravings of late.

Enjoy!

ARE WE ALONE?

silenceforthesoul Deactivated

Carl Gustav Carus (1789-1869) – Faust’s Dream

 

 

ARE WE ALONE?

Are we truly alone?

Friends and family.

Are they with us?

Beside us every day?

I can feel them.

A thickness in the air.

A soft touch.

A slight breeze.

Is my brother gone?

Or is he with me?

I believe he is.

He chuckles at my blunders.

He laughs at my jokes.

He cries when I’m hurt.

Yes, he is with me.

Always.

Forever.

MY STORY

All stories have an end.
This is mine.
I live behind this door.
No one visits.
As footsteps draw near,
I look out the peephole.
I never answer the bell.
I slink away into my dungeon
of lost hopes and dreams.
Neighbors stay away.
Family doesn’t...

(Source: melisica)

 

 

 

All stories have an end.

This is mine.

I live behind this door.

No one visits.

As footsteps draw near,

I look out the peephole.

I never answer the bell.

I slink away into my dungeon

of lost hopes and dreams.

Neighbors stay away.

My family doesn’t care.

Would you?

 

 

HIS DEAR FACE

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In my heart, I know he is there.
Waiting for me, I have no fear.

Lost him so many years ago.
Tears have finally stopped to flow.

One day I will see his dear face,
But I cannot keep up this pace.

Living day to day without his love.
His warmth had fit me like a glove.

I must accept the sad fact
That he’s never coming back.

He will not be alone anymore.
My parents have now walked through that door.

I can feel him circling from above,
Reassuring me when I need love.