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Here
among the ruins
covered in decay
sometimes I see starlight
waltzing among the graves.
It doesn’t dance to music
it’s doesn’t hum a tune
starlight are only ghosts
the remains of a dying Sun
Inspired By The Danse Macabre Prompt: Just Seven More Minutes
Melt a Smartie
Make French Toast Sticks
Fly a Tiger Jet helicopter after it’s been charged
It takes seven minutes at the speed of light to reach the surface of the Sun
If I could spend seven minutes with someone I loved and lost
I’d probably want to do one of these things
with those seven precious minutes
because
Eternity is a long road with no rest stops
Death is a brutal cheat
and memories that make you smile
make you smile forever.
The Writing Tram: Poetry in Your Pocket
FEAR
Smells like chalk
in an abandoned school house
where the air hasn’t been alive for a long time
Fear
Tastes like spoiled milk
hours after you swallowed it
now all you can smell is decay.
Fear
Sounds like a knock
coming from inside of your closet
when you are all alone in the house
and there is a lightning storm raging outside
Fear
feels like
being soaked to the skin
and the rain won’t stop coming down
Fear
feels like
missing the last bus late at night
and not a soul is with you on that dark and lonely corner
Fear
feels like
waiting to hear your name
in a place
where nobody should know it.
FEAR
Feed the body, feed the soul and if you can do both things at the same time
you have lived your day well.
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Bancroft Manor:Creative First Aid
In a candle lit room in a house not to
far away from where we are now,
The Old Woman told her
she could read her future, see her past
in her cards.
She told the Old Woman
“I know your future I can see
it clearly without cards,
if you even dare
to try to snoop at mine “
The Old Woman did dare and when she was done
her now faceless cards fluttered back to the table one by one
like falling leaves in a nightmare forest
surrounded by darkness and laughing river and a woman dressed in white dancing along it’s banks.
She gathered her cards
she put them in her purse
she blew out the candles
and she left
the room empty
and
it was
as if
no one had ever been there at all.
Bancroft Manor: Creative First Aid
What if abandoned houses
are just homes
that nobody lives in anymore.
What if cemeteries
are empty of
almost everything
except boxes of well dressed bones.
What if the world
is alone
in a void full of dimming stars
warming nothing
but lifeless space
and boxes of well dressed bones.
