H-A-U-N-T-E-D F-O-R-E-S-T, A Pictureless Poem

Headed deep into the wood, Around us it grew dark, Up ahead a stranger stood, No others in this park, Turned to us, his face a mask, Eyes were glowing red, Dripped some blood into a flask, Filled our cores with dread, Over head a mist moved in Rolled along the ground, Echoes of aContinue reading “H-A-U-N-T-E-D F-O-R-E-S-T, A Pictureless Poem”

Eye of Mine, A Stream of Conciousness Poem

Drawn by my hand, Scratched in the sand, Cast forth some lines, This eye of mine, Starts to emerge, Now on the verge, Makes quite a scene, What does it mean, Place to begin, From deep within, Just trace them now, Get lost some how, Into the task, Reveals the mask, Of who you are,Continue reading “Eye of Mine, A Stream of Conciousness Poem”

All Nighters, A Twittering Tale

Sunlight streamed into the studio. Morning was here. This was the third all nighter in a row for Franz and it had finally paid off. His term paper was actually done. He would graduate after all but first, he needed some coffee. ————————– 228 characters I remember those days. Mostly I remember actually being ableContinue reading “All Nighters, A Twittering Tale”