Is it distraction that you need?
Screens blocking 360 views
Drawing you in like prey
When was it last your neck wasn’t bent
Your eyes glazed and your mind open?
Is it distraction that you need?
Screens blocking 360 views
Drawing you in like prey
When was it last your neck wasn’t bent
Your eyes glazed and your mind open?
Moments in time fall
Without touching down below
The flesh of the lost
Sharp, dripping with lust
The point of the blade found its
Flesh and saw it die
Buzzing about my
Head were worries with sharp points
Ready to pierce my peace
Bright lights puncture holes
In the velvet-blue night sky
Crowds cheer for thunder
Pointing a waxen
Finger, the sickly witch watched
The figure crumble
Pressure her spirit
Sunk, no more the sunlight shone
The light had gone out
Floating through the air
Dandelion wishes danced
Never touching land
Sitting on the dock
She watched the gulls fly homeward
Sea air filled her lungs
A chill washed over
Her like a crushing wave, she
Was dangerous now
This hard day spent cruel-
ly under his greasy thumb
Was the last of it
What was to be done
The footsteps were getting close
A sharp pain, and death
There it was, in its
delicious imperfection
Testing her resolve
His eyes filled with grit
Her throat coated with hot sands
Their worlds were vanquished
Things aren’t going according to plan
But, truly, how can we control what does?
The fates would appear to have an unfair advantage,
Leading our protagonist by a string
Or is it a hangman’s rope?
Waiting takes patience
Patience takes understanding
Of which I have none
Your lies cripple the
Mind, soundness turns to chaos
Drowning consciousness
Is it true she came undone
When the last bell rung?
As the sound cut the air
That he did not come home
But left her to weep alone
And cry out with despair?
The sounds sent vibrations through her body
BOOM..BOOM..BOOM..
Her pulse quickened
And her legs were weighted lead
Bright explosions burst in front of her eyes
Before she knew it, she was dead.
Fear turns blood to ice
Nothing burns more than the cold
Shattering his life
Red streaks marked the earth
Putrid dirt stained the veil
Hands crushed the peonies
Their perfume couldn’t mask the smell
What could they do?
The fire had gone out
And darkness swept o’er
Like a death shroud
The chill crept in
All perished
Who would have thought, said the boy
It felt like fire, said the girl
But he did not hear her
Her words scattered in the wind
Her body ash, her spirit swift
He turned and disappeared into the shadows
Misunderstood and
Alone, trapped in a prison
In his broken mind
The dagger glistened
In the deep moonlight, striking
A glint in her eye
It moves through the air
And ruffles his waxen hair
Stirring the quiet
Drips like red rubies
Puddled on the earthen floor
Feeding the creature
Drawing rattled breath
He plunged the dagger into
Its rotting gray flesh
Diving through the air
The crow flew towards the girl’s
Chartreuse hair ribbon
With muffled footsteps
It snuck behind the helpless
And the light snuffed out
On deaf ears her weep-
ing fell, no one could see the
lone figure rising
The ground shook, Heaven
was crumbling, its facade splint-
-ered, purity lost
They crossed through the dark,
A cry called out as they moved
And fell through the mist
His crooked grin drained
All happiness from her heart
She could not turn back
The little man hung
closely to her, stealing the
final vow of faith
Spinning down into
The abyss, the monster clawed
the hero’s death shroud
Wind made the leaves dance
But still they were crunched under
Her Hunter rain boots
Golden like the sun
Her long hair fell in tendrils
And tickled his face
Fluffy rich goodness
Airy and pure, feeds my face,
nourishes my soul
Sunshine cascades down
From the heavenly lit skies
And warms the fallen
She stirred restlessly
Resentful of the morning rays
Shining on her face
She wrapped her tired arms
Around the cold stone, willing
Gooseflesh to rise up
Your enthusiasm
Speaks to my lack of knowing
Your true intentions
The spine cracks loudly
Pages fly away like leaves
Ideas fall to shore
The bitter taste of
defeat clung to his split tongue
and purged his insides
A hint fell out of
My pocket and dropped squarely
in shadow below
Counting the minutes
off on one hand, not knowing
These breaths are their last
Caught in between what
is the immediacy
of the clock struck still
A dreary August
Morning makes for a somber
Day of willful spite
What to do about
the burnout, not knowing
what to do next, hmm…
The smile could not
Mask her malcontent for those
More worthy and light
Sticky sweet, yellowed
Her cowardice betrayed true
Intentions, misdeeds
As the sun shone its
Last rays across the landscape
Moonlight touched his blade