ECHO

THE STAIRCASE
I close my eyes to sleep,
and what do I see?
The staircase from my past.
The stairs from my
elementary school.
I can hear children’s voices
as they run up the stairs to classes.
I can hear their shouts
as they run down to the basement...

 

THE STAIRCASE

I close my eyes to sleep,

and what do I see?

The staircase from my past.

The stairs from my

elementary school.

I can hear voices

as the children run up the stairs.

to their classes.

I can hear their shouts

as they run down

to the basement for lunch.

I can’t see their faces.

I only hear their voices.

All I can see is the empty staircase.

The lone echo of my childhood.

 

BUT A GHOST OF ME

 

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My life has taken a downward spiral.
All I have taken for granted
is gone in a second.
A fleeting memory
of good times gone by.
Leaving me in a vacuum
of my own despair.
To wander the nights alone.
Voices filling my head.
Ice in my veins.
No one is left
but a ghost of me.

THE INN

 

I hear voices from inside.

Laughter and cheering.

Clinking of glasses.

Sailing forth on

the silence of the night.

I hasten my steps.

I open the heavy door

and peer inside.

An empty room faces me.

No one in sight.

I step inside.

I can hear the voices.

The laughter.

I squint through the darkness.

A light shines on the tables,

where figures are drinking.

Transparent forms of people,

who once inhabited this inn.

They will laugh and be merry

until the end of time.

I raise my glass to them.

THE STAIRCASE

 

I close my eyes to sleep,

and what do I see?

The staircase from my past.

The stairs from my

elementary school.

I can hear children’s voices

as they run up the stairs to classes.

I can hear their shouts

as they run down to the basement for lunch.

But I can’t see their faces.

I can only hear their voices.

All I can see is the empty staircase.

A lone echo of my childhood. 

 

OUIJA BOARD

Ouija board.

Give me your hands

and I will speak to you.

Through the dead.

With their voices.

With their memories.

Sit still and quiet.

You will soon feel them.

Enter your bodies.

Filling you with their thoughts.

Thoughts of revenge and murder.

Enjoy the game.

For the dead love their games.

NIGHT WALK

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Night Walk – {by Tiina Törmänen} | {Official WebSite}

A walk alone in the dark.

Feel the cold.

Smell the trees.

Hear the snow falling.

Watch the stars sparkle.

Engage all your senses.

No interference.

No voices.

No noises.

Only clean, fresh air.

And you.

THE VICTIM

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I step out from the restaurant.

From where there had been light,

laughter, and voices.

I step into a dark alleyway,

filled with dark shadows.

I hear my footsteps on the cobblestones.

But are there other footsteps

echoing behind me?

Is someone behind me?

Should I sneak into a doorway

to take a peak behind me?

Or should I keep walking?

I see lights up ahead.

I will walk to those beacons

of the night.

Will someone be there to help me?

Will I fall victim to a stalker?

Or will I become a victim of my own imagination?

What do you think?

THE EMPTY STAIRCASE

I close my eyes to sleep,

and what do I see?

The staircase from my past.

The stairs from my

elementary school.

I could still hear children’s voices

as they run up the stairs to classes.

I hear shouts as they run down

into the basement for lunch.

But I can’t see their faces.

I can only hear their voices.

All I see is the staircase,

waiting for me.

If I go back there, will

the dream go away?

Will new faces and voices

replace the old ones?

I’m too afraid to find out.

I don’t want new nightmares

to pile on top of the old ones.

So I’ll just go to sleep, and

dream about my empty staircase.

THE VOICE IN MY HEAD

Do you ever hear a voice in your head<br /> yelling at you when no one is around?<br /> You are sitting alone in a room.<br /> It is quiet except for this irritating voice.<br /> Who is the voice in your head?<br /> My voice belongs to my husband.<br /> Try music to drown it out.

Do you ever hear a voice in your head

yelling at you when no one is around?

You are sitting alone in a room.

It is quiet except for this irritating voice.

Who is the voice in your head?

My voice belongs to my husband.

Try music to drown it out.