ONCE IS ENOUGH

 

ONCE IS ENOUGH

The simple.
The pure.
The first time.
Done once.
Done the right way.

A NEW BEGINNING

 

 

A NEW BEGINNING

The rain hits the puddles

in a staccato rhythm.

A mesmerizing sound.

Tree branches hang low,

weighed heavy with water.

Flowers lift shiny faces

for their morning washing.

The cold, crisp rain

refreshes and renews.

The clouds drip dry.

The sun returns

to brighten the day.

The air smells clean.

A new day dawns.

A new beginning.

SAY A PRAYER FOR ME

 

A casualty of war.

A casualty of nature.

Sad.

Alone.

Drifting.

Broken.

Silenced forever.

Say a prayer for me.

THE DARKNESS INSIDE

Teeth glisten in the dark as I walk through the park. I stop in my tracks in fear, not knowing what can be near.   I stand quietly and listen, but I only see the glisten. Soft footsteps ring out behind me. I’m not waiting around to see.   Then I happen to glance down, and my face droops in a frown. The fanged smile floats on the lily pond. Of my reflection, I’m not so fond.   It reveals the darkness inside that I’ve always failed to hide.

WASH AWAY MY SORROW

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 down 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.

DARK AS THE NIGHT

I walk with the living at day, They do not hear a word I say. They believe I’m alive like them, But I’m stronger than any men. I run like the wind past the trees, Fly through the sky faster than bees. My true self is hidden away, I might be a little fey. At night I walk with others, They’re close to me like brothers. “Who am I?” you might ask. I might take you to task. Take care not to open that door, You’ll be in hell forevermore.

A THANKSGIVING SPIN

(Source: holidazehalloween)

 

 

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!