The image of the city’s clock amidst the chilly air its origin unknown for now and nobody did care The chiming in the tower made my deepest wish come true as if a dream had happened, I could finally sit with you We crunched on our late breakfast, my Lucky Charms the best compersion to my sugary desire never added to your stress We locked our hands together and vowed to always stay attached in the perpendicular arm embrace we were so closely latched. We gazed at one another with no care to who could hear Our love could show and grow some more, never more to fear.
She stood, looking at the small island. How could it be that only years before it was her refuge still attached to the rocky shore she loved so much. She remembers sitting out there, as a child, under the willow tree, writing, drawing, and daydreaming about her future. Now the time was here and she was finally able to come back. She wanted to see if she could get that same creative feel if she sat under the tree again. But, to her dismay, there was now a path of water that wove its way between the land and the new island, making it impossible to cross unless wearing shorts and water shoes. She couldn’t remember water even coming up that high but with the rain increasing as a result of global warming, she assumed it happened without anyone even noticing. Maybe she would come back in the summer when the water wouldn’t be so ice cold. Nah, she thought to herself, it took me this long to come back and look what happened. By the time I come back again the whole island will probably be underwater with a dead tree laying on its side, limbs protruding above the surface of the water.
Dennis stood on the balcony of his suite, looking out over the terrain that led to the beach. The beach didn’t look very busy today, but the sun wasn’t shining either. He thought he could take a taxi down to the landing and then walk on the beach. The resort concierge said there was a footpath down to the beach but it was a ten minute walk and Dennis didn’t feel up to it. A taxi ride would also show him more of the area, as they drove through town. That was it, he thought, and decided he grabbed his phone to call for the taxi.
Back in the day out in the wood there was a small place a place that was good and in this nice place where people did live they gathered their wares for something to give they’d go right outside and stand in the yard throwing out food it wasn’t that hard the animals would come and they’d eat all the treats that was the extent of the small family’s feats they all stood there happy to feed all around Since during the winter food couldn’t be found
Rising slowly above the mist the corpse will come he has a list of those to visit of those to haunt like your uncle Paul and then your aunt and then he’ll go and find you shaking to see what kinds of trouble you’re making he’ll laugh and grin and you will scream like the ghosts of hell in a real bad dream.
High above the dusty ground he came alive without a sound. He came to life to hurt the one to whom his soul did wait upon. The bricks and mortar were no gate to keep this raging lover’s hate For he had loved but now he’s dead Coming for some blood to shed.
You could hear the squeal of laughter as the children ran round and round the bandstand. In a few hours the grass surrounding the bandstand would be filled with checkered blankets laid out with wine and cheese. Despite the antsy behavior of the children a couple sat drinking in their own quiet solitude of the morning. The air was warm and the sun, hidden behind a thin layer of clouds, peaked through every few minutes as the wind moved them along the sky.
Time in the grass waiting for the show warmed by the sun but shaded from the glow children playing sprightly while parents bide their time Soon the music started an evening so sublime