Future Visions

The sun shinesbrightthen burns Without glassesdark spotsbecome spiders The horizonslipsout of grasp My searching handsfindnothing The miragecreatedfrom fear Future visionsfleeat the sight of me Weekly Theme: New Year

Sense of Transition

Sunflowers reach toward the sunFate entwined, never one Honeybee's lifetime serves the youngRefined palette, honeyed tongue Raindrops streak the windowpaneTears fallen, gone again White noise as the static creepsMusic lost, radio weeps Blood shed on an open fieldMuddy soil, wound healed Future presents an uphill climbPast repeats, every time Eugi's Weekly Prompt: Transition

Coronadamus

Paper doll personaswill be fed to the papier-mâché beast Dimensions will fractured,where others may be released When comes a great fallthe earth rightfully demands a knee Alcohol and smelling salts,mixed mediums for the journey While these confinescreate sinners with dead men's eyes The dilated pupilwill ascertain we've never felt more alive