Raindrops dance upon the page, blending ink with sky.
My thoughts blur, weeping from the paper
As the wind chases the lie.
Leaves flutter softly; so much green on them still.
They dance with enthused beauty
Beneath the feet of ill.
The willow tree enchants me, beguiles me with its tales.
A soliloquy of mystery
Whispered from the tendrils.
Echos drift across the river, dreams seek its bed.
The moment forever fleeting,
I rest my weary head.
This House Is Sinking by Caylee-Slansen, literature
Literature
This House Is Sinking
This house is
Sinking.
An
Ocean
Of lost life.
A busy silence
Floods
The canals.
Unspoken words
Seep
In broken ears.
Lost.
Wade
Through the hallways.
Drown
In empty air.
Reach
For the surface.
Gasping.
Grasping.
Can you hear it calling?
It calls deep in the night.
The calling always stops
When I turn on the light.
Tonight will be different,
I'm going to seek it out.
Every night it calls me,
And every night I doubt
If my sanity is intact.
But tonight I will prove
This isn't all an act.
Come spend the night with me,
We'll listen for its call.
It usually starts
Out in the hall.
Come on, don't be scared,
You said yourself it's a dream.
Spend the night with me,
And see what I have seen.
First turn out the light,
Then rest your head with me.
The calling will begin
Just before you dream.
Shh, can you hear it?
It's calling out your name.
Why would it want y
Incy, wincy spider climbed up the water spout.
Down came the bleach and washed the spider out.
Out came the spider's guts, they shrivelled in the rain;
And incy, wincy spider never climbed again.
Mad nutters, one course.
Unknown sanity, no return.
Soaking in silence, he writhed and croaked.
Inarticulate cries tortured him.
The door closed.
Alone.
Hush, my baby,
Be still, don't cry.
Lay with me
A little while.
Close your eyes,
Slow your breath.
Hear your heart
Inside your chest?
Your heart is strong,
It guides you well.
Be sure to listen
To what it tells.
I hear him now,
Outside the room.
It won't be long,
He'll find us soon.
Now close your eyes,
Slow your breath,
And rest your head
Upon my chest.
I find myself in a world of white,
This place it feels so pure.
The Sun's rays are warm and bright
I've never felt so sure.
I explore the land and all its sights,
I enjoy the world's grand tour.
I wander around until the night
Shows what it has in store.
In the darkness, a speck of light
Reveals a hidden door.
I turn the handle and peer inside,
A sight I can't endure.
I turn to run, to escape my plight,
I dare not to explore.
But something inside catches my eye,
I can't resist the lure.
I awake to find myself tied tight,
A voice tries to assure,
"This one may finally fix you right,
Maybe this is the cure."
Nothing But A Puppet by Caylee-Slansen, literature
Literature
Nothing But A Puppet
I am nothing but a puppet,
A thing that you control.
A simple wooden toy,
I do not have a soul.
I am nothing but a puppet,
Someone to do your bidding.
Your demands from my body,
Relentless, unforgiving.
I am nothing but a puppet,
Your fingers pull my strings.
They pull in all directions,
Twisting, tangling.
I am nothing but a puppet,
My strings down by my sides,
Trailing closely right behind me,
My eternally bounding ties.