If I had a Dragon (hour 17)

My dragon is a loving pet perched atop my castle, yet he needs not a largish cave just three-feet-tall with wings a-wave.   His flames, they warm my hearth of old and next to me, he heats bed cold when hunger comes, he does a…

Aliens in Nightmare

Too much strength for them, those monsters. I am too little to be broken into shards. I’m in the kitchen, sharpening the knife meant for vegetables and fish, in preparation for what could be my last attempt to stay alive if not properly handled. As…

Proceed With Caution Poem 16/Hour 16

Proceed With Caution  By: LuvMiFreely  I’m often perceived as quiet Shy and meek People like to try me  Taking my kindness for weakness I normally take the high road I don’t like to argue  But what you might not know My words will destroy you …

Hour Seventeen – With Eyes of Flame

With Eyes of Flame – a golden shovel after Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll The mission is good, the mission is important, the mission is imperative. That beast! That Jabberwock! It is essential that it be subdued, place under guard with no chance of escape, or…

Hour 17

I arrive and no one moves, sweat drips down their necks. I am the heat, hitting people like a wall and they are frozen, The room is a loud orange, uncomfortable chairs lounge around and on the glass table stands a cold beverage slippery because…

Limerick

There once was an infant from Illinois Whom ate or dismantled her toys Her teeth tear through tires Her hands grip like steel pliers Unscrewing chair nuts and bolts brings her joy

Hour 17

Teacher, teach me, I am ready to learn, Like a sponge, I will soak up what’s intriguing, Divulge me with your wisdom, So, that I may understand, Read with me, So that I may enjoy, the words that dance across the page, Put the technology…

Dead Cat Bounce

X and O W-shaped smiley applied chaos when nothing makes sense and the days go by too fast to think and the years too slow until they pass by the handful When life and death depend on the volatility of a mood, and the assets…

“They Are Here”

The tapping sound of unknown feet, Gives me a heavy feeling. I have the art of knowing, That they’re not from here. It gets louder and louder, Weirder and weirder as it gets near. The visions of their faces seen on the shadow, They are…

Prompt 17 (image)

They came The day the world drowned And all was dark Reality masked by hues of blue and green Obscured from view Untold nightmares awaited Creatures from other dimensions Custodians of our fate Bathed our battered souls Gathered our broken bodies And soothed our damaged…