The Secret Doors on the Seventy-Fifth

That old building stood in the center of town
The tallest build to been from all around
For 100 years or more it was planted firm within the ground
Years and decades would pass it by
The mysterious of what lay inside
They talk of a crazy old man
Who lived in that building since what seemed like before time began
The whole top floor you they say
Is where that old man did stay
One set of stairs would lead you up that way
Into a hall where darkness lay
A treasure some said was what was hidden behind
Thoughts of bodies they said he killed came to others mind
The tales where mainly a bunch of rumor and myth
What lay behind the secret doors on the seventy-fifth

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A Fragrant Fog

Upon a moonlit night

Out past the end of town just a bit

Deep into the woods it came

Moving over the trees and brush

It came with a silent hush

Crawling over the ground it came without a sound

Filling every part of ground, it found

Into the village it came

A fragrant fog stole into the homes

Leaving them nothing but sweet-smelling tombs.

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Past

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Always behind you
Never getting ahead
Reminding you of the things you have done
Your past is never far behind
No matter where you go
As you sleep it permeates your dreams
Turning them into nightmares
Tugging at your mind
Pulling at your soul
Your past never lets you go
Till that day when your future stops
Buried six feet under in a pine made box
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I’m Back….

Just want to say hello again. I know it’s been a while since I have been on here. I had to take a little trip over the past several months that made it difficult to write. Also, the internet wasn’t that great either. Just a tip, Sand is not good for electronics or for yourself either. It is good to be back and I look forward to the day I finally come home to stay. So again, I just want to say Hello to y’all out there.

I’m Back…….

My Elle

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Upon the whispers of the night
Tossing and turning restless I lay
My dreams bring upon me a beautiful sight
Angelic light that makes the dark become day
A vision of beauty I yearn so much
Her warmth penetrates into my soul
Fearful to crave her unending touch
But my eyes they are but wide awake
As this dream is not a vision of my resting mind
Reaching out I reach to partake
Lying next to me is that beauty I find
A word I speak out do tell
Upon the whispers of the night I speak her name
Come close to me my Elle

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For my one and only….My Elle

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Moonlight Excursions

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Walking out under the stars

Left to ponder what is ahead

Wondering where you are

Trying to overcome my thoughts so dread

Upon a stream of glowing light

I look upon a dark sky above

My eyes take in a beautiful sight

I think of the one I love

A kiss to the heavens I send

I walk this trail alone

Hoping my heart reaches to you I pretend

All the way from here to home

I take these moonlight excursions

The rays of which fill me with aversion

To the pain I feel being apart

From the one who holds my heart.


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January Writing Prompts