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Twilight had never felt so ominous
An eerie feeling seeped into my soul
The ancient castle was overpoweringly creepy and grotesque.
There was a predatory air about it
I felt that it held corpses of howling, keening victims.
Such bleakness filled my heart, I could barely take another step
My companion whispered “You are on your own now”
Terrifying me, even further. I turned, but he was gone.
I heard whimpers now, which turned into crying and keening.
Night was rapidly turning into a devil’s cloak.
There was no other shelter, and it felt like vampires were about
Thus, I took another step toward my hellish destiny.
The devil himself would be afraid of this place.
I walked up the steps of the castle hearing a creaking
Which I knew was my heart, dying a little with each step.
Something unseen was waiting at the door.
I could feel it; there was a blatant despicableness
And an anger. It was pure evil; I have never felt so threatened.
The door opened.
The choice was mine.
"This is funny"— Doc Holliday
A cowboy’s whispering
a devil may care response?
I give as good as I get
Doc Holliday gave his services,
saved a lawman from sure calamity
brave, never a streak of yellow
perchance it was his caustic wit,
a humorous bite, and sense of humor
as dry as the dust
I am your huckleberry
do or bust!
At the Ok Corral
horse’s trotting
horse neighs, grunts
a nickel plated pistol fires
the infamous gun fight prior
what’s not to admire?
Cavalier as Doc may be,
a baptized sinner’s gunslinger
who’d specialize in dentistry
at a time when a bottle of whiskey
and a pair of pliers were the tools of the trade
he gave and gave
"Best set of teeth in gold"
claims he and partner
and true it was awarded and to showcase
annually at the County Fair, praise oh praise!
Tuberculosis
the death of him
the “White Death” shall soon take its toll
coughing spells untimely discourse dispels
a recourse to gambling after all
dexterities hold steadfast
Faro, a master’s game
no real family but the wild and woolly west
when shooting it out its life or death
Or knives be it
the heart bleeds, its beats slowly
as the lungs fill with unrepentant decay
a dagger's stabbing pain
The sulfurous waters
the distant wind yearns and blows
like the drums of passion,
a harpsicord ominous,
an urgent cello
exposing desert sands
it reveals one’s true nature
an inherent caliber it shall define
For every sinner there is comfort in knowing
there is forgiveness divine
to err is human and in the depths of our sins
the light will shine
so it shall be for him
I always figured I'd meet my fate someday
with my boots on…
but in the end
in his bed
boots off
We are the first colonists from the Earth.
We live in a few Quonset huts on Mars.
Here, our colony lives in peace and mirth.
In the nighttime sky, there are a plethora of stars.
Our home planet is a tiny blue speck in the sky.
It reminds us of the distance we had to roam.
The great void is something nobody can deny.
There are a hundred million kilometers from home.
There is ominous news over the wireless this hour.
The nations of the earth are embroiled in war.
This announcement turned everything from sweet to sour.
At least ten million are dead and maybe more.
Our blue planet appears to be mottled with red.
This has given rise to much speculation.
Exactly how many of our compatriots are dead?
Will the earth survive after this conflagration?
O' September 11th...
Seems like yesterday
But with all intent
Seems like such a long time away
Remember! Everyone explained
From now on everything will be changed
It’s true—many things have changed
But has everything really changed?
Air travel has changed
Hearts, minds of Americans have been changed
Of that there is no doubt
Or is 9-11 just one more scarecrow
Of war and its sordid legacy, what's all about
To stomp out our freedoms foes
Ah' my generation grew up in the shadow
Of a menacing mushroom shaped cloud ha·lo
An ominous reminder of the destructive power fiasco
Unleashed at the end of World War 2
Another generation is growing up today
With another image
The image of crumbling Twin Towers disarray
The symbol of Sept. 11, 2001 visage!
You’re my devotion
You’re like an ocean…
We are still so broken
Will you ever see me again?
This time, I’m dead inside
I cried a million storms for you
It’s such a crime to hide
In the shadows of endless rue
You’re my devotion
You’re my devotion
You handed me the love potion
It got me feeling so much emotion
You caused erosion
So sweet of my devotion
To be locked up in your notion
In my heartache song
Don’t know what went wrong
Don’t know where I belong
My mind is playing mental ping pong
You’re the only one here
Who can shake away the fear
You hold me so dear
In your arms of love…I shed a tear…as it appears, I’m locked up in this nightmare…
This time, I’m dead inside
I cried a million storms for you
It’s such a crime to hide
In the shadows of endless rue
You’re my devotion
You’re my devotion
You handed me the love potion
It got me feeling so much emotion
You caused erosion
So sweet of my devotion
To be locked up in your notion
In my heartache song
Don’t know what went wrong
Don’t know where I belong
My mind is playing mental ping pong
This time, I’m dead inside
I cried a million storms for you
It’s such a crime to hide
In the shadows of endless rue
You’re my devotion
You’re my devotion
You handed me the love potion
It got me feeling so much emotion
You caused erosion
So sweet of my devotion
To be locked up in your notion
In my heartache song
Don’t know what went wrong
Don’t know where I belong
My mind is playing mental ping pong
You eliminate all the commotion,
For you’re my one and only devotion
You let me fall into my own motion
As you collide into the ominous ocean
I am awoken by the summer night crickets and lighting that strikes the roof rod.
The wind and the abnormally hot air that begets the ominous dark cloud filled with ice rocks and Gods tears.
My dying light marked by the lost touch of a handsome beacon to the dullness of my heart.
A killing angel forgotten by the depths of a secretive shadow, engulfed in an endless pit of darkness.
He is, but a memory one must hide away in the heavens of the heart and the evils of the mind.
The forgotten peach wrapped in a towel under the intense heat of the summers breeze.
Written as a spiritual insurance when the floorboards creaked
As the wind caught my feet and the whispers that knew great feat.
It is no trick or a forgery of truth, but a para-perception to make up my lack of you.
I cannot move back the misty pendulum, wishing for some other to fill the gaps of what was once true.
Before you left, I should have cleaned our mess, but I am a hoarder of memories
That you must've despised, toxic soldier.
I cannot promise the stars I won’t draw for you, nor for the winds of time to forget your name
But your love will always roam the realms of my universal truths.
"Amid the jagged shadows of mossy leafless boughs; "
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
The stage is set
the curtain drawn
the audience will not come
Inside my head
a familiar blaring silence echoes
that cannot be drowned out
It propels me night after night
to meander through dark alleys
in search of something... maybe you
A futile grim forsaken quest
among jagged ominous shadows
of another lonely autumn midnight
AP: Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on November 23, 2019 for contest WRITING CHALLENGE 3- NOVEMBER – ANY FORM sponsored by DEAR HEART – WIISHKOBI ODE - RANKED 1ST
Midnight Frolics
The afternoon slow slips away, soon the warmth of sunlight’s smile,
Long upon the forest face, gives way to icy shadow fingers –
Creeping dark’s dominion settles where bright day once stood a while.
In place of light darkness welcomes in the starry moonlight dance
When creations of the daystar wake from burrows and from dens -
A thousand eyes reflect bright sparks of eerie fading daylight fire trances.
Like breath released life arises, in the forest heart stillness glides
As silent shades where leafless sentinels shiver in outlines of ominous -
Disguised in darkness the vital spark of daylight murmurs and abides.
Midnight frolics, woodland antics, in hunter's stealth and owl hoots,
Stretching out beneath a secret eye captivated by the lingering gloom -
To ponder of the unknown star stretching up in dawn’s salute.
10-19-20
Contest: Collaborate with Me
Sponsor: Silent One
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What would happen in the absence of my presence? I directed my gaze towards her, resting my head on her lap, and met her eyes. The depths of my heart would consume itself, seeking to alleviate the anguish caused by separation. Subsequently, my mind would assume control, becoming the sole arbiter of all emotional experiences. It would sense a profound sense of betrayal and transmit this message to the cells, causing them to agitate restlessly, unsure of who would facilitate the circulation of blood through the vessels. With the heart absent, the mind irrational, the cells frenzied, and the nerves severed, it would only be a matter of time before a fleeting and ominous thought infiltrated, whispering catastrophic conclusions. The heart, unable to quicken its pace to instill fear, the nervous system incapable of perceiving pain, the mind preoccupied to the point of neglect, and the cells having identified the body as their adversary – all these factors would culminate in my loss of functionality. Ultimately, in my state of non-functionality, I would cease to exist.
Claw into me, then claw a little deeper,
Have you found it yet, My grinning Grim Reaper?
Whispering your apologies and then walking away,
As if rash actions followed by soft spoken words could sway,
A gentler side of me, my inside’s inside,
That not even I could ever hide,
Thus you exit my stage, mid sentence,
Your unfinished business leaving a silent resonance,
Upon blinded eyes I am beheld,
Misery and Mystery now magnificently meld,
Forming the thorns wrapped in my chest,
In my own theatre I am made: A Guest,
Sitting and pondering as Time saunters by,
Breathing in a darken truth, Exhaling a lie,
Too bond to live, too stubborn to expire,
Ashes to embers, Embers to Fire,
As the Phoenix rises and burns through the air,
Upon this ominous cloud, I sit and glare,
Gazing into the wilderness from whence I came,
Considering the path behind & before me, will I be tame?
Animals were not meant for cages and neither am I,
I am the Phoenix, born to burn boundlessly and freely fly.