SILENCE

 

SILENCE

In a world of noise
Where no one is heard,
We could use some silence,
A bit of quiet.

Take a step back
And be still,
Watch for the response,
See the surprise.

For silence can convey
What words cannot.
A feeling or a thought
Hidden in words.

Don’t be afraid 
To make your stand.
Dare to be different,
Refuse to mouth inanities.

Be a breath of fresh air
In the violent storm.
Stand strong and silent
In the world of noise.

THE WEEPING WOMAN

 

The lights turn on in the room so dark.

We came here for a dare and a lark.

The rooms are deserted and cold.

Ghosts would be present we were told.

All we see are dust and deserted rooms.

No one has lived here in so many moons.

The quiet is unnerving and thick.

Time for us to leave this scene real quick.

Something doesn’t feel right.

We must turn and take flight.

Before the noise from above

Thinks we are her lost love.

The weeping woman is coming near.

She dances and chuckles at our fear.

The doors and windows are locking.

Our escape the ghost is blocking.

SEND IN THE CLOWNS

 

The hotel room is quiet.

The furniture looks shabby.

A dim light glows from a

small bedside lamp.

The carpet is worn from

years of footsteps.

You hear a strange noise.

A high-pitched static sound.

A sound emanating from the old T.V. set.

The black and white screen is on.

But you didn’t turn on the T.V.

A clown’s face appears on the screen.

He looks at you and says,

“Why are you here?

How dare you enter my room!

If you don’t leave right away,

I will just have to kill you.”

At first, you think it’s silly.

He’s only an image on a screen.

But then his hand reaches out.

Through the screen.

His fingers have long red nails.

His body begins to emerge.

He’s here.

For you.

You are no longer alone.

SILENCE

SILENCE

In a world of noise
Where no one is heard,
We could use some silence.
A bit of quiet.

Take a step back
And be quiet.
Watch for the response.
See the surprise.

For silence can convey
What words cannot.
A feeling or a thought
To be lost in words.

Don’t be afraid
To make your stand.
To be different.
Refusing to mouth inanities.

Be a breath of fresh air
In the violent storm.
Standing strong and silent
In the wake of it all.

A NOISE UPSTAIRS

mattlovescroft:

A noise upstairs.

The children are asleep.

My heart begins to pound.

Is there a weapon I could use?

Would a weapon even help me?

No time to stop and think.

No time to call the police.

I must run upstairs.

Get there before it’s too late.

I race to the stairs,

with my husband fast at my heels.

A second it all it takes.

All it takes to save a life.

Or lose one.

We must get there in time.

The creatures are here for us.

They will wait for no one.

THE DEAD GAME

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THE CLOWN

blackoutraven:

PENNYWISE

Itzamna10

The hotel room is quiet.

The furniture looks shabby.

A dim light glows from a

small bed-side lamp.

The carpet is worn from

years of footsteps.

Then you hear a strange noise.

A high-pitched static sound.

A sound emanating from the old T.V. set.

The black and white screen appears to be on.

But you didn’t turn on the T.V.

when you entered the room.

A clown’s face appears on the screen.

He looks at you and says,

“Why are you here?

How dare you enter my room!

If you don’t leave right away,

I will just have to kill you.”

At first, you think this is silly

since he’s only an image on a screen.

But then his hand reaches out

through the screen.

His fingers have long red nails.

His body begins to emerge.

He’s here.

For you.

You are no longer alone.