Behind Bars

Emotionally fate will determine my thoughts.  Deadlocked.
The process.  Life in prison.  The Law. Survive.

The Library

The Library conditions captured Madison Marshall at the tower.
Vices, Virtues, Devil's clocks and a ghostly story.
Friends of the Library judging prizes to give people a chance.
Don't think.  This promises to be a witches maze.

Trip Down Memory Lane

I remember my dinosaur overalls and bull cut.  I remember when I fell down and my head was mistaken for a soccer ball; lost my first tooth.  I remember being on timeout in the mud room.  I remember when I drank windex and got to go to the hospital.  I remember our unfinished basement and how scary it was.  I remember the worlds I created in the sandbox.  I remember the birthday were all I got was Star Wars action figures.  I remember when swear words made me cry.  I remember when I stepped on the hornets nest after I said "I've never been stung."  I remember when a spider came out of my handle bars and I ran my bike into a car.  I remember the bike jumps I made in the field by my house. 

Running on Fumes

I'm tired and weak
There is no strength when I speak
I'm sore from explaining myself
Explaining my story to those who don't even care
Since when are you the judge to tell me whats fair?
I'm downtrodden
A victim of injustice most bleak
I'm a knocked over sign on a dangerous street
I'm a heavy car running on fumes

Melinda

Slap the alarm off and slowly get out of bed
Despite her tired body and aching head
Covers kicked on the floor from nightmares
Heading to school she is feeling so scared
In the mirror her eyes are red and heavy
In her ears his voice is ringing already
She's there. Everyone has already assembled
Into groups-the kind of people they resemble
Looking around at the white chalky walls
Just a part of the scenery in the maze we call halls
It's hard not to feel like it's too late to change
Ever since it happened it's never been the same
If you look in her eyes you can tell that she lies
Says she's going to hang out then she hides out and cries
Her knuckles are bruised from the fight with the wall
But it's better to feel a little hurt than nothing at all
Now she's going her own way making her own tracks
To recover from the past and to regain back
The same smack that made her so strong before
She's walking out the door because - nobody really likes her anymore
Some body needs to speak up and help before it's the end
Our dear Friend Melinda really just needs a friend

Fall

A cool breeze weaves it's way through the tree's
Stirring up change and distant memories
A pale school morning with crystals embossed
The cold Autumn ground is dusted in frost
Change is all around; look and feel what is new
Each beautiful color has it's own vibrant hue
Light golden corn fresh off of the stalk
Crisp leaves carried in the breeze crinkle and talk
Deep orange pumpkins await to be carved
Glowing candle lit faces beneath all the stars

The 7 Fingered Thing

I lie awake, late one cool October night
Close my eyes  as the sheets hold me tight
I think of scary tales and old folklore
Then I hear something tapping on my door
If it were a knock I would surely open
I yelled "Hello" but not words were spoken
The fire cracked and then went down
My heart beat and breathe the only sound
A child would knock or talk behind the door
But no one ever knocked like this before
A scratching, tapping so meanly fine
So evil and ghostly; seemed to freeze time
I pictured it's hands like sharply tipped roots
Nails like a small curved sharp canine tooth
I felt it's presence, a menacing shadow
Claws clicking together in a horrific rattle
Clicking and tapping at my door
For what reason I did not know
With my shotgun and courage I wasn't taking a chance
I opened the door... 
But the source of my terror was just a loose branch
It was a windy night and my imagination swirled
I went back to bed as my thoughts all unfurled
Then on my window I heard something tap
I turned to my raggety old window flap
As I parted the curtain I screamed in great surprise
to see all the fingers and crimson red eyes