Road Into Darkness

A traveler walking along a dark and empty road
Where are you going, what do you seek?
Across vast and empty plains with winding rivers
Pure water carried from distant mountain peaks

Countless souls over the flatlands
Ages all throughout eternity
Yesterday, today, tomorrow
The path stretches eternally

Wandering, wandering into empty space
Tunnels and tracks in time - a race
A wash of rain spreading over the ground
The wind chimes in to the melodious sound

Scouring sand to cleanse the spirit
And solid rock on which to stand
A chorus of echoes for all to hear it
Ghosts of the forgotten land

Skies of dusk through dusty air
Sun and moon meeting in sweet eclipse
Cascading water like silver hair
Light streaking through clouds of golden mist

Extended swords of glinting silver
Marble floors of gypsum white
A curtain of aurora ribbons shiver
Over branches where raven shadows alight.

Darkness approaching in billowing cloak
A plateau overlooking galactic terrain
Thoughts and words blown away like smoke
The silence of a forgotten name

Six Word Memoirs

I use “grr” in narration. Lol
Stephanie Meyer

Don’t mind me. Just passing through.
Daniel Fry

Knowest thou when my cue is?
William Shakespeare

You can’t see me. What now?
John Cena

Big, muscular women are his type.
- Rinji Pantera

Heart Bound

“Look,” said the moon to the tree. “Look at what the water has painted for you.”

“I see it,” said the tree to the moon. “It is an image of myself in the water.”

“I do this because I love you,” said the water to the tree. “I have always been in you, and now you are also in me.”

“And now we may be together,” said the tree.

“Will you dance with me?” asked the water.

“I want to, but there is no wind tonight. How can I dance with you?” asked the tree.

The water replied, “On your branches, I see droplets from the recent rain. Let them fall on me, and you will see us dance together.”

Obedient to his lover’s wishes, the tree allowed the droplets to fall. To his amazement, he saw himself shimmering and dancing in the water’s reflection, and the surface of the water rippling away to stillness.

Thus were the tree and the water brought together.

Thus do they love each other, even to this day.

Gaudy Woman

A woman sitting in a tapestry chair, her skin white like chalk
Staring out with eyes that are dead
A gaudy, spice colored dress, with a trail like bird feathers
Her gown is covered with piercing eyes
They stare at me with even more intensity than the woman herself
Repulsive in her beauty, she gazes at you
Her hands remain loosely together, for she is too insubstantial to touch

Watered Down Anger

I recall a time when I was young
And I was... a bit high strung
Once while baking pie,
I saw a small fly
I quite nearly puked up my lung

And on that same day
My sister called me a girl
I wasn’t too pleased

Gorilla in the Classroom

A green gorilla was dropped into Chevak
It charged across the tundra, shrieking wildly, disturbing poor mice
It tried to storm across the lake, but it slipped and fell
Both the fall and the hard ice blew him into a greater rage
And the buildings shook
Icicles fell from the force of its fury
It charged into the school, fueled by anger
It disrupted the tests of the students
It disturbed the peace and broke concentration
It broke into one of the classrooms and frightened the students
It flailed its arms like the fans of great windmills
It turned over desks like crashing waves
It brought the place of education to chaos and havoc
It cornered one of the students, a young girl with brown hair
It raised up a paw as though to strike the girl dead
Then it brought its paw down, landing gently on her shoulder
In its excitement, it screamed, “Tag! You’re it!”

Lady Moon

In the sky, stands the white woman
Sentinel of the night
Like a knife, she shines with a light of her own like
Her face shines in the hard, cold light of her loneliness
Her pale, glowing skin, the only illumination in the darkness
She is the keeper of the gate into tomorrow, and all people gaze upon her
She extends her arms out upon the earth, bathing the world in light
She reveals all with cold precision, no warmth in her embrace
Slowly, her arms spread outward, and her face turns to look into the widow
But after only a moment in which she is in full view, her arms wide and welcoming
She begins to turn away, and to clasp her hands together
At last, she appears to vanish completely, but we know she will return
Once more, the fair maiden will be our guide
As we go through our tunnel into tomorrow