Category: nightmares
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Hold Tight… #Poetry
Strange sounds emanating from the walls Pulse racing, blood pounding Everything had changed Looking through my window Looking at a different vista Blinded by panic, I froze, hands balled into fists Nerves jangling, as if I had stuck my toe in a light plug Danger, my mind repeated I could not run, feet stuck to…
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The Universe… #Poetry
The Universe The universe is like crazy paving You cannot avoid the cracks With each step, it changes Like a constant gardener Living in a compost heap of Earth’s wine Plucking weeds, planting bulbs where they’re not wanted Changing borders, straightening edges Turning my life into a jigsaw puzzle Pieces missing, others put in place…
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My Rightful Place… #Poetry
I told my story to the empty streets of LondonWhile the stars stood witness to my painThe day I witnessed Heaven burningLeaving me with no way homeI fell to earth before the flames could reach meMy story told before I reached this realmWith so little truth to tellYes, my wings are less than whiteBecause my…
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Dead of Winter ~ Journey 13 ~ The Harbour ~ #Review @teagangeneviene #Horror Fantasy
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“Journey 13, The Harbor” is the penultimate installment of the epic fantasy series “Dead of Winter.” Action abounds as many threads are drawn together. Arawn has amassed overwhelming legions of the dead. Another unexpected but powerful foe comes into the battle. All of Emlyn’s companions and friends are in grave danger as they face insurmountable…
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The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle #544 ~ #Poetry
My tongue in spite Could split an atom Letters written in a book Would be unreadable There’s an ugly face Ready to drag me into hell No candlelight vigil To save my soul All roadways barred By a giant barrier Can I climb over, Run from death Will the rose memento In my breast pocket…
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Sanity Reclaimed… #Poetry
I used to think living on my own was fine then the shadows moved in followed by voices, they want me out they say the house is theirs time to turn the tables I threw flour in the air The shadows vanished The voices remained They whisper in the peeling wallpaper Through the cracks in…