Easy Prey

With a tight grip on the flashlight, I pushed open the door. The creaking would unhinge even the strongest of thrill-seekers. Stepping inside the room, every hair on my head stood at attention, my breathing stilled to small, rapid intakes of air. I was afraid. While my ears and eyes were laser-focused on the creepy surroundings, the nauseating stench of rot filled my nostrils. 

I lost my ability to remain calm as the light beam revealed mountains of hacked-up bodies; blood trails everywhere.

“You’re next,” whispered the voice behind me.

I could only gurgle as the knife sliced my throat.

In Peace

nature seems to experience acceptance
far greater than the average human
the cards they are dealt just are
no rebuttal or strain

calm and peace
acknowledged and lived
just like strife and undue unrest
it’s the ebb and flow of life

can humanity just realize that too
go with the flow
get there without interruption
their brain cells just chillin’

is it really too much to ask

Reblog – Old School

Excellent take on the current climate issues. Mother Nature will win.

The Twisting Tail

I’ve lived through plagues
Seen my fair share of crusades
I’m Old School comrades

I’ve seen ice ages come and go
Friend to mammoth and eskimo
I’m Old School bro

I saw the dinosaurs have their day
Until a meteor paved their way
I’m Old School compadre

I saw a land without fire
Without man’s desire
I’m Old School squire

I stood by in the time of the witch
Before humanity flipped the first switch
I’m Old School bitch

I knew the price before money
I recall the primordial ooze being runny
I’m Old School honey

I’ve seen what humans can create
And how it’s lead to the current state
I’m Old School mate

Like all before, I will survive your rule
I’m the earth, I’m nobodies fool
I’m forever, I’m Old School

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My First Review on Kindle Vella! :)

How exciting!!! I look forward to seeing more. 🙂 Don’t forget, during the launch of this program, Kindle Vella is awarding people with 200 tokens to begin their reading journeys on this platform. That means you can read ALL my stories for FREE right now! Stay tuned for my new story coming in August. 🙂

For your convenience, here are all the stories so far!

The Little Red Suitcase

The Boss


Dipped in Yellow


Falling from the Tree


The Dark Park


An American Conflict


C


The Shifting Sands


Led Astray


3025


The Passageway


Bridge to the Stars


Secrets Between Lovers

Just Keep It Up

Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge – 7/22/21 & Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Soaring

protestors up in arms fighting the good fight
light and air pollution
large garbage patches dotting our oceans
space debris circulating mother earth

astronauts soaring above looking down
witnessing it all, seeing clearly
most of the people residing here
lacking demonstrable empathy

the inhabitants shortsighting their future
i say let it burn
go further into destruction
finish the job

mother will heal when we are gone

Reblog – Into The Thin Air by Stephen D. Allen

The great escape, whatever shape or form it takes.

Through The Cracked Window (Revisited)

Some day soon I will take the high road 
The blue sky will be my cover 
Ripped and torn green valleys below
Filled with whitethorn and birdsong

I can see those below in daily toil
Follow the path, neither left nor right
Walking straight into the far horizon
In thin air, in view of the waiting life

Living in promises and the past denied
Brought here seeking to meet the sky
Leaving their life behind in the past
Within the net they have always cast

Stoic Poetry

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There’s Nothing There

Redux

I Write Her

Untitled

I’m reaching out, engaging and scrutinizing;

skimming through to see you.

Holding you intently, purposefully and committed.

You seemed an open book.

The audio version of your story mesmerizing, your truth so bold.

Then I went beyond your notes and found blank pages.

They told a different story.

You ring hollow.

There’s nothing there.

I have to put this book down.

The efforts made to unravel the mystery, and

the chances taken diving right in brought me no pleasure.

I learned nothing.

Maybe another blank page can read you properly.

I won’t waste my time on an empty binding.

Not again.

When I’m ready to read again, I’m sure

I’ll find a better book to discover.

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Reblog – effigy

There are just no more words. This piece is so raw with frustration, a rage that hasn’t an outlet. I was planning on posting this today anyway, but damn, seems like it is right on time.

House of Heart

She no longer recalls or feels

Freedom is not a concept

The curve of her back is wired

with filament and straw fills

the space that held a heart

Constructed for crows her limbs

are stripped of flesh

her pupils fixed in the dark.

Her lips are strung with suffering

she no longer speaks because

there are no words that

cut deep enough.

Metal woman

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