TAKE A CHANCE

 

20aliens:    ANDERS KRISÁR    The door is open.  Take the chance.  Walk through it.  Never ignore an open door.  For you never know where  it may lead. 

ANDERS KRISÁR

 

An open door waits for you.

Take a chance and walk right through.

Mist envelopes your thin frame.

Time to play a nasty game.

The fog clears, and chess pieces wait

for you to ride through heaven’s gate.

You rub your eyes in disbelief

as you sigh in happy relief.

The sun was playing with your eyes.

Now you see a rainbow of pies.

This can’t be happening, you see.

I’m in bed as the sun breaks free.

A brand new day yawns wide and clear.

I’m safe and have nothing to fear.

THE GREEN

 

 

The green hides inside

With unspoken pride.

It comes at night,

Growing in might.

A fine mist falls first

As trees drink from thirst.

They swallow the green whole

By forming a deep hole.

As the fairies alight on leaves,

I need out of here, pretty please.

WASH AWAY MY PAIN

 

 

WASH AWAY MY PAIN

Please wash away my sorrow and pain.
Let it flow down the streets with the rain.
Dissolved in torrents of despair and sadness,
Joining others on its way past the madness.

The ocean may take it far away
To places, we cannot even say,
Where no one recognizes its sting 
Or knows the infliction it can bring.

Let the rain grow harder with its might,
Becoming hail on this fateful night.
I want to be free of all traces
Of unwanted feelings and faces.

My body grows cold from the rain.
It stands clean and free from the pain.
Shivers create a path on my spine
As I wait in the dark woods of pine.

I hold my head high to the wet spray;
It becomes a mist of blue and grey.
The faucet has turned off for the night,
Leaving me feeling clean and so right.


 

ALONE WITH NATURE

DARK PLAYGROUND

 

 

They fly through the trees

Over the deadly mist

Landing in the forest

Where no man walks

And no light penetrates

this nightly playground

 

 

THE DEAD GAME

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AN INDIGO MIST