THE HOUSE WITHIN

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The wind blows through the trees,

ruffling the blanket of grass,

striking a path through the woods.

The path leads the way

to the house within,

to End House at Oasis.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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LIFE EMERGES FROM THE DARKNESS

 

 

In the midst of darkness,

life emerges.

It walks

the streets.

It flies

in the skies.

It swims

the waves.

Life is persistent.

THE ROAD TO NOWHERE

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“ by sannalinn
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THE ROAD TO NOWHERE
Life takes us on a ride.
A path with no guide.
A ride for no rhyme or reason.
A circle with no side.
A path deep into the jungle.
People passing along the way.
Traps to trip us up.
Lurking demons...

 

wanderthewood:

by sannalinn

 

THE ROAD TO NOWHERE

Life takes us on a ride.

A path with no guide.

A ride for no rhyme or reason.

A circle with no side.

 

A path deep into the jungle.

People passing along the way.

Traps to trip us up.

Lurking demons held at bay.

 

The end leaves us with more questions.

Not answered along the way.

A destination with no purpose.

No clarification for our stay.

 

INTO THE DARK NIGHT

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INTO THE DARK NIGHT

Follow me along the cobbled road.

Shadows lurk and float on by.

Hurry, catch up before I grow old.

Winged creatures fill the night sky.

My high heels click against the cobbled stones.

This way to the oldest building in town.

Take care not to step on any bones.

Curve your mouth to remove that awful frown.

Up the steps, we go.

Please walk through the open door.

Is he friend or foe?

Multiple heads hint at more.

Growls fill the still air.

Darkness permeates the long room.

Reaching hands grow near.

A woman flies by on a broom.

“Surprise” is shouted by all.

Lights shine brightly in our faces.

Enters a man ten feet tall.

Standing high on metal braces.

He holds a cake rimmed with black bats.

The audience quiets to a hush.

My friends approach in party hats.

They sing to me as I hide a blush.

“Happy Halloween” and “Happy Birthday”

Become “Happy Hallowday.”

As I bow my head and enjoy my day.

A prank I must soon repay.

THE SWAMP

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THE SWAMP

The swamp holds mysteries,

Silence within its barren domain.

Eyes peek through the sheer surface,

Hinting at the dangers lurking below.

Lacking is the bird’s song of twilight.

Missing is the rustle through the brush.

Silence holds us in its thrall,

Cold fingers clasping around my neck.

Humid air coats my mottled body,

Mutilated by blood-thirsty mosquitoes.

The path teases my mind’s eye,

Offering a way out of this hellhole.

I hack at the dried branches,

Threatening to leave me with one eye.

I’ve reached the end of my journey

As my feet sink in the quicksand of despair.

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.

LOST IN A STORM

Dark are the nights

The storm approaches the shore.

Dampness fills the air.

Mist sprays against my face.

Thunder rumbles in the distance.

Flashes light the darkening sky.

Yes, I can feel it.​

It’s almost here.

Will I lose myself to it?

Will it bring me down to its depths?

I spread my arms wide.

Lift my head up high.

And let myself fall.

Arms pull me under.

Lips reach for mine.

I’m lost for eternity.

Lost to the rushing wind.

Held prisoner of the ultimate despair.

Partner in pain and sorrow.

The choice is made and done.

I float away with my dear one.

Together we will forge a path

Through darkness and hell

To the heavenly place beyond.