BLUE HAZE

 

Feelings of softest blue.

This is how I see you.

Through a film of ice,

You appear so nice.

A reflection it is

That I can never miss.

As leaves float high,

I peer up at the sky

I still see your face

In every place.

I can feel your hot gaze

Even in this haze.

Please come back to me,

And we can float free.

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.

BLOODY MARY

 

 

 

 

I can see you.

from inside the mirror.

I will come for you

when you least expect it.

Don’t let your guard down.

Don’t fall asleep.

For soon your life will be over.

You said the words,

“Bloody Mary.”

It’s now too late to take them back.

They are written in blood.

Your blood.

Bloody Mary is here to stay.

A RAINBOW OF DELIGHTS

Crayons

A RAINBOW OF DELIGHTS

Follow me
Through the bright colors.
Run to the others.
Where crayons reach the sky.
Climb the pile up high.

Beyond the
Cotton balls stuck above,
The flutter of a dove.
Lake water is shining crystal clear,
A perfect reflection of a deer.

To the beat of
The winged creatures in the sky.
As they dance the tune up high,
Flying close to the ball of fire,
Their wings take them higher and higher.

Come closer and see
What my imagination has wrought
With little or no prior thought.
A scene of beauty, my dear,
Has made it all crystal clear.

THE CARNIVAL

THE CARNIVAL OF NIGHTMARES
I open my eyes
and to my surprise,
I’m at a carnival.
I’m chased into a tent.
My reflections surround me
on all sides.
I touch a mirror.
My hand flows through,
my body soon follows.
I’m in a dark basement.
The floor begins...

 

THE CARNIVAL 

I open my eyes 

and to my surprise,

I’m at a carnival.

I’m chased into a tent.

My reflections surround me

on all sides.

I touch a mirror.

My hand flows through,

my body soon follows.

I’m in a dark basement.

The floor begins to turn.

I hear laughter, 

“I’m back.”


THE DEAD GAME
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MIRROR MIRROR ON THE WALL

 

MIRROR MIRROR

Can you see your demons?

What you hide inside.

From others.

From the world.

Fire and heat.

Revenge and blood lust.

Hidden inside.

Is it reflected in your face?

Look closer.

Look deeper.

Can you see it?

I can.

ONLY A PICTURE

 

 

Can a picture capture the ocean?

Can it reveal changing colors,

ripples of the waves,

reflections of the deep?

A mirror to the sky.

Hold the picture up high.

The image lies flat and stagnant,

missing the life and energy

of nature’s creations.