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K.D. Scriminger - Writer---June Edition - Volume 2 - Issue 12

Echo...Echo?


Does anyone hear me?
I feel so alone.
By myself in a little black box,
with no way out at all...
--------------------------- At all?

But something tells me
I’m not alone.
Is someone here?
Will you help me get out...
--------------------------- Get out?

I’m not alone!
Tell me something...
What do you want,
Are you being held here too?
Can you tell me where here is...
--------------------------- Is here?

Here, this place, all alone
No way out, don’t you know?
We’re trapped! I’m trapped,
Trapped here, somewhere with you...
--------------------------- With you?

Who are you? Are you a creature?
A strange creature,
A creature from outer space,
Are there more of you...
--------------------------- Of you?

You’ve come for me,
To take me to your planet,
I bet they’re expecting me.
My life is over...
--------------------------- Is over?

How bad could it be?
Don’t come near me!
Stay away, Just Stay Away!
Leave me alone, go away...
--------------------------- Go away?

I can’t leave, I’m trapped.
Is this just my mind playing games?
I could be just sleeping and
This would just be a nightmare...
--------------------------- A nightmare?

Of course, it’s just a nightmare,
And I’ll wake safe and sound.
But if it’s not...
I will sleep forever...
--------------------------- Forever sleep?

Let me stay...
Here...wherever here is.
Please don’t hurt me.
Please just leave me to cry.
All you want to do
Is make me sleep forever...
--------------------------- Who me?

 

 


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K.D. Scriminger - Writer---May Edition - Volume 2 - Issue 11

Said the Musician to the Poet...

At markets’ center
On the edge of a fountain
Sat a musician
Doing what he loves
Just playing his drums.

It was his music
With a seductive beat
That lingered through
The market streets.
To where a poet sat
Lost in her work
(She fictitiously scratched).

The beat tantalized her feet
Willing her to search
The streets
For the sounding beat
That carried her along.

Her soul was lured
(Like a snake to its charmer)
She weaved in n’ out
Of the bustling crowds
Til at last
Her fortune found.

She smoothly passed
The first time through
‘Round the fountain
N’ right back to...
Where she so
Innocently
Brushed against
The musician who sat
(Watchful)
As she danced before his eyes.

He played some more
A stronger beat
A faster pace
To see her dance
To see her move
Until at last...
His beat was through...

She did not move
She stood before him
Gazing long into his eyes.
With intrigue she spoke
“How is it your music
Sounding so sweet,
Has called upon my feet
To bring me straight to you?”

Said the musician to the poet,
“‘Twas not your feet
That drew you near
‘Twas that of fate that
Sought you here.”

He drew her closer still
To whisper in her ear,
“I would play my drums
For all those near
But these drums
Have no sound to hear.”

With wonder and confusion
She looked at him
Certain she’d heard
A drumming sound...

He took her hand in his,
And placed it on his chest
“The sound you hear
That called you near
Was that of my beating heart
(Playing its own song)
Searching from afar
Longing for the one
For the one just like you
Who can finish my love song...”

Said the musician to the poet,
“What is love if it has no beat...
What is music if it has no words...
What is a song, that can’t be sung...
They are simply...
Lost sounds
Just drifting along!”
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K.D. Scriminger - Writer---April Edition - Volume 2 - Issue 10

the PROTECTOR


I
Darkness has made its way back again and so have the demons and monsters some of us have been ignoring, hiding from or trying to shut away. But in every shadow, danger creeps and suspicion lingers...The things that were and have been...are still following you! And no matter how far you run or how strong your defensive, barricading walls are...you can’t get away!

All your worst fears come rushing back…flooding your mind…overwhelming you…drowning you. Slowly…slowly they begin to approach…inching closer and closer…you can feel the slightest breeze as they take swipe after swipe at you...

The returning darkness that you feel, is not unfamiliar, and reminds you once again that there is no escape, that they are real and that they do exist. They are making their way to you…to tear you piece by piece… each taking a turn…one by one… waiting for you to fall…

And now...they have you trapped…they begin to claw at your skin, sending shivers up your petrified body…they are so close that you can hear them hissing in your ear. They spin the world around you...Spinning, Swirling, Spinning...Confused and Dazed you start to tip and topple…you fall to your knees and your tears fall to the ground...

I I
Looking around, you search in desperation for help…and though there are some outreached helping hands...(of deception)...you know from experience, that they aren’t all trust worthy…but which one do you choose…think, THINK...now is not the time for guessing...if only because you don’t want to be wrong again! Determination growls from inside… NO you don’t need them…nothing and no one can be trusted, not anymore…you struggle to stay strong…to stand up and start again! But you can’t think clearly…not when there isn’t enough room to breathe…your scattered thoughts and uneasy emotions have you on a rollercoaster…you don’t need help…you never have…this isn’t the first time and it won’t be the last…and yet…your heart suggests you want to be rescued…and you want to be saved...but more importantly…you just want it all to end…

Their odorous, lingering breath swirls all around you...until at last you are nauseous...Their claws are sinking deeper and deeper beneath your skin...And you know you are screaming...as loud as you possible can…and yet, there is no sound...except the hissing in your ears. And with every whipping and beating against your skin...scrapping and digging of their claws...You can see nothing…NOTHING in the darkness - though you know it’s real because the pain is very real...and the blood runs down your arm...mixing with your tears.

But now…will this be your end…you are already down…and your mind…body…soul…won’t take anymore…just CAN’T take it anymore…your strength is bleeding...draining away...and you are sure that…they have won! You can’t do this anymore...and darkness becomes darker...you won’t...you can’t...fight it anymore…and now, you pray this isn’t how it ends…as you collapse…at last…limp on the cold damp ground…you are now dead to the world around you…

I I I
Suddenly, with a great SWISH, from wings that span at least ten feet each…the huddled mass of decomposing stench that was attempting to feed upon her fresh, warm body…are flung violently…skyward and backwards. He flew down...(from above)...his tail snapped like lightning in the air, and with a soft thud his feet landed on the ground. Standing majestically over her, with his dragon wings curved ‘round her…defensively shielding and…protecting her...

His eyes of stone silently stare at the ominous monsters…daring the venomous creatures…to deny him of his treasure…he justly stole back from them. They hiss and spit towards him…stomping and striking out at him…(but only in stupidity)…for while he stands guard...his tail lashes out at them…wrapping ‘bout their necks…strangling them…they whimper…begging to be released…and finally...when all was...what it would be...they were simply tossed aside…

You should not assume he is a monster…or even think of him as one…though part dragon…his soul and heart are very much human…he is the Protector...protector of one…of one who did not let him in…who could not let him in…even though he was right there…(always right there, in the shadows, at her side)...she did not want help, because of her fear…the fear that she could not trust again…he was hopeful that it was not too late...(maybe he should have...but he couldn’t have intervened)...and hopefully she had not waited…too long…before she finally…..FINALLY…let him in. He leaned over her motionless body…and gently brushed her face with his hand…it was still warm…

When all seemed calm for the moment…he gently lifted her body...carefully...up off the ground…and with ease and smoothness…his wings lifted them up…soaring straight into the air. He held her tight…secure and protected…up above the darkness they rose…up above the shadows and the fears…up above the existence that she lived in…up above the world so high…to rest in peace with the stars at their side…comforted by the moon’s full light.

I V
The coolness of the night air…stirs you to open your eyes…gazing upon your rescuer… cautiously eyeing him…you begin to fear him...(trembling)...as your eyes focus on...his tail…and his wings…but, when your eyes meet his…there is a sense of something...something you don’t...fully understand…but some how you feel...a little..safer than you have in many…many years. Your body still aches and you are still screaming...(on the inside)…wanting to be let out…freed from pain…He leans in to kiss your forehead…you know you are safe…and as your eyes close...resting for now...He holds you closer…warming your trembling body with his own…

V
When her frail, battered body stopped shaking...he silently...lets out a sigh of relief…and when the morning light breaks into the sky…sending darkness away…he will not leave her side…she believes in him now…she trusts him…and would undoubtedly expect him to be there…to be her Protector! (As it should have always been!)

He was certain...that she needed him now more than ever, and he’d be there…as the days turned into nights and the nights into days.---

 


 

 


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