A FOREST SO GREEN

 

Let’s travel through the forest so green.

A creature-filled oasis but don’t scream.

The roots tangle around our feet.

Walking becomes a scary feat.

Neon leaves hit our faces.

A hit every few paces.

I’m sinking deep into the forest floor.

Quicksand my enemy forever more.

A GAME

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    Green-glassed walls hold us in.

    The ground rumbles and shakes.

    The trees lift up their trunks,

    Pulling their roots from the dirt.

    They shuffle closer to us,

    Bushes following in their wake.

    A tall plant opens its jaws,

    Sharp teeth protruding from its mouth.

    Squeaking bats follow us out,

    Flapping their wings at our heads.

    We must escape this house.

    This is not a game I care to play.

    THE DEAD GAME

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THE DEAD LIKE THEIR GAMES

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Trees and bushes fill the conservatory.

Wolf wants to show us what’s hidden inside.

Linda follows him into the bushes.

Her scream curdles my blood.

We run to her to find cages of snakes.

Their tongues slipping in and out of the holes.

Hungry for their next meal.

The trees draw closer to our group.

Lifting up their massive roots to take chase.

Time to leave this sorry example of the macabre.

The Dead like their games a little too much for comfort.

THE DEAD GAME

MY ENEMY FOREVER MORE

 

Let’s travel through the forest so green.

A creature-filled oasis but don’t scream.

The roots tangle around our feet.

Walking becomes a scary feat.

Neon leaves hit our faces.

A hit every few paces.

I’m sinking deep into the forest floor.

Quicksand my enemy forever more.

 

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HANGING IN THE BALANCE

 
 
Life hangs in the balance.
Calm blue waters.
Pretty pink sand.
Palm trees waving in the breeze.
Life hangs in the balance.
One big burst of wind.
The palm trees will go flying.
Lifted from their roots.
From their anchor to the ground.
One small breeze.
One incidental shift in the wind.
And all could be gone.
The more precarious,
the more precious life becomes.

A TREE

A TREE

A tree.
A symbol of hope.
Standing for freedom.
Withstanding the storms.
Arms raised to the sky.
Forever more.

Stand with me.
Give me courage.
To hold my head up high.
Solid as your roots.
Forever more.

Stay with me.
As time goes by.
Alone I stand.
No friends nearby.
Forever more.

IT’S ALIVE!

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The mind is alive.

It grows each day.

New cells are born.

New sprouts of ideas.

Old ones are buried.

Fresh blooms as replacements.

Roots extending and reaching.

For new hopes and dreams.

For new experiences.

Let in with the new

and out with the old.

The mind is alive.

Let it grow and be nurtured.