Author: Carrie Page

Writer, Blogger, Published Poet, Student of Life, Free Spirit, Dreamer

A Moment of Silence

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Ill-fated Quest

Shadows gobble up the light.
I can’t find my way back home.
In the day it’s dark as night.
Lost in the forest I roam.

I can’t find my way back home.
Panic rises in my chest.
Lost in the forest I roam,
Cursing this ill-fated quest.

Panic rises in my chest.
In the day it’s dark as night.
Cursing this ill-fated quest,
Shadows gobble up the light.

 

 

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Monster Beneath My Bed

I don’t ever want to go to sleep;
There is a monster beneath my bed.
He hisses and taunts; he gets in my head.
I hide under blankets and weep.

Through the darkness I hear him creep.
His presence fills me up with dread.
I don’t ever want to go to sleep;
There is a monster beneath my bed.

Too terrified to make a peep,
I know the demon wants me dead.
That he’ll bleed from me a stream of red,
Just to linger there and watch it seep.
I don’t ever want to go to sleep.

 

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TBT ~ Stilettos

Stilettos    (<— Click the link to go to the original post)

Before I met my husband, I loved my shoes as much as I had ever loved any man. How could I not? I have been thin; I have been fat. My shoes always fit. I am, shall we say, vertically challenged. My shoes lift me to new heights. They make me feel sexy, authoritative, and just a little naughty. So, I dedicate this Throwback Thursday to my stilettos.

(The featured image on the original post was taken on a Halloween when I was dressed as a flapper girl. That’s why I look like a lamp.)

Sparks of Wonder

Ominous
Skies of gray,
Apocalyptic aura

Cloud fissure,
Sun streams
Detonate
Sparks of wonder

 

 

 

 

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