Are we victims of our own insecurities?
Our fears define us.
They limit us.
They push us onto the safest path.
The path with the least resistance.
We need to break free.
Shrug off our fears
And pursue life to the fullest.
Alice Svane
Let the sun inside.
Don’t live in darkness.
Let the light into your heart.
It can be done.
Open the window.
Breathe the fresh air.
Walk outside.
Leave the darkness behind.
Imagination is alive.
It is a part of us.
An important part.
Never to be ignored.
Never to be forgotten.
A right of its own.
A need to be carried on.
Listen to it.
Nurture it.
Respond to it.
But never, ever ignore it.
TAKE A SEAT
Take a seat under the tree,
Where you can feel proud and free.
Crafty and free as the mighty red fox,
Who refuses to live in a box.
Freedom should never be taken lightly.
It must be revered and taken sprightly.
The fox is anxious and waiting for your choice.
Do you want to live in a box with no voice?
Come sit beside the fox in the shade.
Flowers grow here and not one a spade.
The smell so sweet and fragrant.
All friends and not one vagrant.
Close your eyes and feel the breeze.
Your writing will come with ease.
The words will flow from your pen.
Stories for women and men.
Take a nap in the meadow.
Life can be sweet and mellow.
You’ll wake up with a smile.
Eager to walk a mile.
Find your perfect spot to be.
Let your imagination free.
A place that makes you feel just right.
Your senses will know what to write.
The pages turn black.
The story turns dark.
You feel the monsters.
You believe the tale.
The book has come alive.
Close the book.
Live it.
Feel it.
A good book lingers
with you forever.
Hit me.
Strike me.
I will carry on.
Soak me.
Shake me.
I will carry on.
Sink me.
Drown me.
I’ll still be here.
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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Hit me.
Strike me.
I will not fall.
Tease me.
Taunt me.
I will not give up.
Leave me.
Haunt me.
I will go on.
Take me into the jungle.
Across the bamboo bridge.
To where it’s hot and humid.
And exotic creatures come to life.
Branches hit me in the face.
Bugs bite my hands and legs.
Greenery attempts to bury me.
But this is the life I want to live.
Down I go
To the depths
Of my sadness.
I can’t go on.
I must rest.
Replenish my spirit.
Revitalize my soul.
I can turn around.
Go back up.
Try once more
To live my life.
First I will sleep.
