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Stop. Please stop.  "I'll give you anything you want, if you just stop!" They won't stop looking at me. I can't get away from them. They're everywhere. It's so bright, everything is just a colorful blur, except for them.  Why won't they just leave me alone? I haven't done anything to them, at least I don't think I have. How could I have? I haven't gone outside in months. "What did I do to you? Tell me, please, answer me!" They won't answer. They never do. They just appeared one day. They always do. Them and all these crazy lights. The butler won't tell me what they are either. He'd have to be blind not to see them, but he acts like I'm the crazy one. I'm not. I'm the same as I 've always been. It's not my fault I'm suddenly being watched.  Not my fault that no one wants to help me. This is all too much for me. I can't stand this anymore. Writin

Continued from  Poems #21-30 #31 On the cold mountain of evening The trees turn to face the rising moon Watch as the last vestiges of the sun Fade away til another day And prepare to stand resolute Through the long, desolate night #32 Inside the meaning of imagination, The seasons mourn for all they used to be And tremble in fear of all they could be #33 Under a cloudless sky of tears, The leaves sing an anthem For all the world to hear And take heart in hope #34 In the dying of imagination, The spirits escape to flood the world A desperate attempt to bring Color and life back to life #35 In dreams of imagination, The memories cry For all that used to be A silent plea for life's return #36 Memento Mori they say Night after night, day after day Those words haunt our world #37 Words are dying, Melody is fading, Light diminishing rapidly, World draws to a close #38 Under a cloudless sky, Waves wander aimlessly Lost in the empty sea above

Continued from  Poems #11-20. #21 Under the cover of desire, the memories rejoice In reverence for the spirits of passion, In the gentle caress of love's embrace, As all the realms sing serene lullabies #22 Sun crosses the horizon A new day dawns To bring life alight Moon slips aways to shadow A new day dawns To hide away our fears #23 Beside the river of death, The seasons seek life As flowers struggle to bloom And light falls just short #24 Beside the river of longing, The leaves speak of times gone by Of days when all was calm And of a world full of peace #25 After the rain of despair, The leaves turn to grey All color drains away Leaving naught but soulless air #26 Before the moment of longing, The spirits escape the veil Rejoining the living As, all across the world, Hearts are torn open in heartache #27 Inside the meaning of winter, The oceans breathe a frosted mist Frozen motionless as life moves on 'Til spring comes to dawn o

Her footsteps crunched on the frozen ground as she stalked through the headstones. The deep violet train of her gown billowed behind her as it caressed all those she passed. Under the crescent moon, seven crows danced, hidden but for their soft silver glow. She paused, hearing the soft beat of their wings, and lifted her head til her face caught the light, blood dripping from her lips. Eyes alight with manic fury, she laughed an exaltation. Her luscious voice swirled through the dusty air, breathing life into the desolate dead. High above, the clouds were unable to resist the storm of her delirium. From within the newfound gale, her hair reveled in her revelation. Her laughter began to subside, yet the echoes still rang throughout the graveyard, never to die. She closed her eyes, her chest heaving in the throes of her hypnotic passion. Her dress swirled around her ankles as she continued her stately prowl. A slight waver in stride, and she had a white rose tucked behind her ear,

I sigh as I look down the main street of my hometown, empty and devoid of all life. I can't even remember when I left, it feels so long ago. I feel a chill settle over me, and, shaking, I walk farther into town. It's stupid, but I hope I'll find someone else, some other sliver of life. Being alone here, it's unnerving in this poor, ruined town. As I walk, I sing softly, hoping that even the smallest sound will make this place a bit more alive, a bit less daunting. I peer into every building, yet all I can see is broken walls, sagging doors, and rotted floors. I wish I could enter, yet I don't want to die here. I'm not ready to die. As I near an intersection with another street, I hear a sound, almost like a keening wail. I sing louder, putting more of myself into the song to mask my fear. I look down the other street as I near it, and it is just as empty as the rest of this town. Yet, as I walk past it, I hear an orchestra join my song. I spin around, halt

Continued from  Poems #1-10 . #11 Under the cover of time the oceans cry Endless tears shed in a second Spraying through the silent air With no end to the pain in sight #12 Beneath the surface of tears the memories weep Silent agony slides down the emptiness No end to these rivers of love Only endless whispers of heartache #13 In the dying of desire the spirits whisper, Listening to the beat of broken hearts Voices of sweet innocence arise And weave a matrix of true love #14 Discord clashes with harmony Beauty and destruction intertwine Love and hate each seek control Life and death honor a truce of anarchy #15 In dreams of tears the leaves speak, Of seasons past and days gone by Of imagined futures and new beginnings Of a world that rang with beauty #16 In a still world the trees whisper, A breath of wind to stir the air Golden rays brush the landscape Lending hope to all they could #17 Waves fade into the air Impact forgotten soon after As num

The city lights flickered dimly as the bus trundled by. Empty, but for two people: a young man gripping the wheel, a baseball bat his closest companion, and an older woman, dressed in rags, sleeping in the back of the bus. The young man's eyes scanned the sidewalks lining the streets, searching through the shadows. He stopped beside a bench, and got off of the bus to help the older man huddled there into the little warmth and shelter his bus could provide. For hours, the bus patrolled the streets, no longer empty. As it passed below the Empire State Building, the young man slammed on the brakes. Hidden in the tall shadow, he saw a girl, her clothes half torn off, struggling to free herself from the grasp of a burly, middle-aged man. The world blurred as he darted off the bus, baseball bat in hand. In what felt like seconds, he climbed back into the bus, leading the girl gently by the hand. As she sat down, he handed her a blanket, a tear in the corner of his eye. She refused to

My heart pounded in my throat, and I could not breathe. I forced my feet to keep moving, my eyes to remain forward, even though all was black. A loud hiss rang out from behind me, and I pushed myself faster. I tripped, and, as I fell, I caught a glimpse of the shadowy figure chasing me. His red eyes captured me, frozen. As I felt myself moving closer to him, I tried to lunge sideways, out of his grip. I sank into the wall as if it was not there. I screamed. So I had been dead all along.

“Could you please state your name for the record?” “Lily Voelkel, Your Majesty.” I sigh as the wind brushes through my hair, a crisp chill embracing my soul. Before me, a small stream bubbles kindly, asking me to slip under its halcyon sway. “Ms. Voelkel, please state your employment for the court.” Thunder crashes above, lightning parries in a resplendent waltz. Rain serenades me; I twirl in circles with the melody, tears adding to the rain. “I am a diviner.” Raucous laughter joins the lilting refrain, rising in serene crescendo. Through the rain, I see brilliant red weaving with the accompanying countermelody. Hypnotic in its trance, I smile at the blades of grass swirling around my feet. “Ms. Voelkel, this is a serious matter. Let me remind you that you have sworn to tell the truth. I will ask you again, what is the nature of your employment?” Silence falls, tension saturates the air. I laugh as I twirl through the song, edging closer to the stream, to the exquisite