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Morpheus Every night people walk into his arms. For some it’s not as easy, And for some its too easy. He whisks them off to a land of dreams; Where visions lace their minds. When they wake, they may not remember, But they were in his safe embrace. But for me I remember, Every imageContinue reading “NaPoWriMo: Day 9”

A Night out The night is quiet, The streets should be filled, With families having dinner. With friends having a drink. Instead the bars are closed, And there’s nowhere to eat out. But there are some doors that open, To let out the only occupants of the night. A night out belongs to them now-Continue reading “NaPoWriMo: Day 8”

A Hand A hand is outstretched, It holds a promise of safety. Radiating warmth and comfort, shaking for just a second; giving away the deepest insecurities, of loneliness, of rejection, of heartache. Will it be damned to be extended forever?   Or will you take the hand? -A.L.Tucker

As the day draws to a close, And the night makes its grand entrance, Why do I feel more alive; Now that a million stars are watching? -A.L.Tucker

Rise As a species we are stubborn creatures. We break easily and mend slowly- But we don’t stop. Something has forced us to our knees. Halting our lives, it separates us. It has happened before, In many different forms. We are forced to the dirt, And it looks like we wont recover. But we haveContinue reading “NaPoWriMo: Day 5”

Captive To protect my freedom, I will be captive. Pacing back and forth, We are left alone. Trapped inside our cages, looking at the world from behind glass. Sleep and eat, that’s all we do. Descending into a pit, Of depression and self-pity We lie around our prisons, Staring at nothing but air. We considerContinue reading “NaPoWriMo: Day 4”

Welcome My work is published, out there for the world to see. Welcome to my mind. -A.L.Tucker

Silence Waking the world is still. All noise has vanished, Hiding in a soundproof cage. Only a whisper through the letterbox Can barely be heard- Over the deafening silence. -A.L.Tucker

I may be walking, but I am not living. Slowly at first, she arrived. Setting her roots within my mind, sprouting images of violence; with a mood to accompany. Then he invited himself in, Bringing along the parasites. Crawling around my insides, Aiding your pollination. Her thorns pierce and entangle, restricting my attempts to fight.Continue reading “NaPoWriMo: Day 1”