Red

It's in the trees
It's coming
I hear the rustling of the leaves
The crack of branches breaking
My chest begins to heave.
I turn on point to run
To find a safe retreat
But I fall down to the ground
As my brain fails to engage feet.
I am pinned to the floor
By panic
I know it's getting near
I've heard stories as a child
Tales of horror, screams of fear
I scramble to a fallen tree
And curl up in a ball
Then all the wood goes silent
From the hush a blood thirsty call.
One last gasp of air
"Please God don't let me die!"
The I silently exhale
I think it has passed me by.
With a sigh of relief I stand                  
And look towards the way home
On my shoulder I feel a hand
Cold and sweating Skin and bone
My heart jumps to my mouth
I know this is the end
Quickly I turn to face it                          
Hands up ready to defend
I should've listened to those stories
For on me the monster fed
Leaving nothing but my cape
Stained with blood now scarlet red.

(C)  spor

One shovel at a time.

Sitting 
Here
Recently a lot
Thoughts running riot
While emotions dig deep
One shovel at a time
Hoping that someone
Something
Will cover them over

Distracted by the bizarre imagery
I conjure
Love and Hate
Knee deep in wet clay                
At the bottom of a six foot hole.

I get lost
I look for help   
I look
Silently
Slowly
Hiding in the surreal
A moment     

I reach down a hand
A helping hand
Refused
My Love
My Hate      
Would rather be buried
Than come back to me
What does that say?
Mean?

I fall to my knees
And bury my head     
In the
Cold
Wet    
Extracted mountain of me
Piled high like a burial mount
The parts of me  
Removed
Shovel by shovel
As those emotion dug deep.

I panic
Gasping for air
Suffocating
Suffocated
Smothered
My screams for help
Muffled
Silenced
By me
My body falls
Limp
As my imagined world
Fades
To black.

Sitting  here
Recently a lot
Thoughts running riot
While emotions dig deep
One shovel at a time
Sitting 
Here
Just sitting 
Hoping
Waiting
Waiting for something
Someone
Waiting by my grave side
For someone to save me

Waiting for Me!

©   spor

Lost and Found.

My inner sun is overcast
There's a big black cloud over head
It came when I woke up this morning
Followed me straight out of bed.          
It tries to sneak up behind me
It thinks I want to play a games
I shhuh it away in anger
Give abuse and call it names.

Then for a moment,
Before me a Sun beam.
A perfect ray of golden peace
Hand out stretched
I try to grasp it
But it moves just out off reach    

Heart fills with all kinds of saddness
As slowly it dissapears        
Black cloud over head is looming
This time it also brings tears.              
My knees buckle under the pressure
My face being pushed to the ground
Like an X that marks out the treasure
I am tagged for the lost and found.




(C)  spor

What I need

What I need

I need some help deciding
As I'm not really sure what I need
I have this void
This emptiness
A hole that needs to be plugged
The part that was there
Is now missing
I lost it when it broke in two

Since then I feel I've been leaking
My inner self pouring out into view
I slowly struggle to pull myself together
To try and put things back
As they were
An exercise I know is pointless    
But I know not what else to do.

I need some help with deciding
The best course of action to take from here
Do I need experts to patch up the damage
In a more permanent way than mine
Do just let my insides keep pouring
Until I know not who I am       
Patch the whole with steel and iron
And over time fill myself up again.
Do I start a search of epic adventure
To find a plug like the one which I lost
Or do I go as I am and keep hiding
How I feel
Who I am
What I've lost.

I need some help with deciding
I don't know which direct to turn
All roads look just like this last one
Which at first seemed to be the best to take.                         
Until out of no where a dead end
And to late to do a u turn
I ve put the energy in to then building
A new road not really a bypass
But this new road has come to a cross roads
And it's not one of my construct
I need some help with deciding
And a lift and a push
Cause I'm stuck.

In your hands.

Let me take you away,                To a world, Of great imaginings     Where, Devilishly       Dangerous       Dragons    Disastrously        Devour.                                         Join                  Magical            Merlin               Making    Marvellous    Monumental        Moments.     Hear                               Tall       Trees        Talk          To          Tiny        Tolkien          Tooks,       Smile as      Curious      George    Graciously    Greets   Gentle  Giraffes    Laugh with    Poo and  Piglet    Playing    Plundering     Pirates  And maybe, Just maybe, Cry. When the life of Dobby The      Enigmatic     Energetic   Elf   Emotionally Ends.    Let me take you away To a world of great imaginings, Cradle me in your hands  And together, We will Dream. © spor Sent from Yahoo Mail on Android

Soft Under Foot

If I were a carpet,
I'd want to be plain,
The thought of a pattern
Would drive me insane.

A nice crisp cream
Or maybe a red
I'd lie under your feet
Hear all that is said.

If I were a carpet,
I'd want to be yours
Your feet smell the nicest
No cheesy odours!



(C) spor

The Waiting Room

Sitting on uncomfortable seats
Straining neck to watch red lights
Dance across the black box
Hanging from the wall.

I await my name in lights
Don't we all.

I look around the blank
Beige room
Filled with blank
Beige faces.

All stare forward
As if trying to avoid eye contact
With death
Who is seated
Quietly in the corner
Playing soduko
Killing time
While he waits for time to kill one of us.

I think of Cluedo
As again
I scan the beige room
Trying to work out
Who will it be
And what will be the cause.
I don't think it will be anything as dramatic
As candle sticks holders
In the library.
But I guess you never know.

I'm still sitting here
Waiting for my name to shine bright
for all to see.

(C) spor