TIME TO PLAY

Puppet Master 2 (1991)

 

What do I see at night

when I wake from sleep?

A puppet coming alive,

on the shelf in my room.

It creaks.

It groans.

Its head spins around.

It can’t be real.

It’s a wooden puppet.

No one to pulls its strings.

Until it speaks.

In a deep voice.

It can’t be alive.

Until it says,

“Time to play.”

I run to the door.

It can’t be.

It’s standing before me.

Taller than me.

Arms reaching to me.

A gleam in its black eyes.

It can’t be.

But it is.

It’s alive.

A WORLD IS WAITING FOR ME

byronegg
Something for Mysterious Ways magazine. Thanks AD Doug Snyder.

Please open the book for me.

A world is waiting for me.

I want to travel far away.

To places I can’t even say.

 

I might step into the woods.

Trees tall as houses with hoods.

The grass is soft and green like spun cotton.

The hooting owls leave me besotten.

 

I might enter a dark castle.

Filled with trapdoors and spider webs.

Dungeons waiting in the basement.

Ghostly figures wandering by.

 

I would eagerly go on a quest.

As far as China or the high seas.

Once I open a book to read,

An adventure is waiting for me.

WHAT IS IT?

WHAT IS IT?

It moves like the mist.
It’s transparent like a cloud.
It comes in the night.
It brings with it a cold wind.
What could it be?
It is shadow.
It is darkness.
It is The Dead.
Welcome to Oasis, Florida.
Where The Dead own the night.
THE DEAD GAME
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A PUPPET

A PUPPET

A puppet on a string.

Creepy.

Surreal.

Never in control.

At someone’s beck and call.

It must end.

Before it’s too late.

Before I turn to wood.

Before I become a Pinocchio.

No puppet life for me.

I will stand up for myself.

I will throw off my strings.

I will walk on my own.

I will be free at last.

Never to be

someone’s puppet

ever again.

OLD GLORY

Step inside.

I was once a beautiful gazebo.

People would use me for parties.

There would be dancing.

Children would play their games,

like hide and seek.

The sun favored me.

The moon adored me.

I could do no wrong.

Then weeds began to grow.

I began to splinter apart.

There would be no more visitors.

Why you may ask?

I was a casualty of time.

Time passed and

so did my glory.

THE DEAD AMONG US

jasonfnsaint:</p> <p>Dead Silence (2007)</p> <p>Puppets terrify me.<br /> What if they suddenly come to life?<br /> Who will be pulling their strings?<br /> Will they attack us?<br /> Your nightmares will tell you,<br /> or at least mine will.

jasonfnsaint:

Dead Silence (2007)

Puppets terrify me.

What if they suddenly come to life?

Who will be pulling their strings?

Will they attack us?

Your nightmares will tell you,

or at least mine will.

Is the end really the end?<br /> Does life continue in another realm?<br /> Do the dead walk among us?<br /> I hope so.<br /> And I hope they’re friendly.

Is the end really the end?

Does life continue in another realm?

Do the dead walk among us?

I hope so.

And I hope they’re friendly.