The House

by Robert J. Williams

The house is wrong tonight…..
The house is dark tonight….
The house is empty tonight….
We that remain hide….
Take refuge from the night….
Mighty cat joins us alone….
The house is wrong tonight….
The house is quiet tonight….
The house has too many shadows….
While there are no lights….

The house is wrong tonight….
The house is empty tonight….
The house has lost it’s soul….
The house is dying tonight….
And it is awakening from the depths….
Stealing every last soul on its way….

The house is wrong tonight….
Filled with dreadful silence….
For all the world to hear….
And none shall ever notice….
The house that screams….
Empty in the night….

A Story Untold, Pt. 1

by Robert J. Williams

Once upon a time has been used, perhaps, in this setting, just once, too many times. No, this will not be a happily ever-after fantasy. I’ll save for those poor souls who need it more that journey. Quite instead, I think we’ll begin ours a bit, differently this time ’round. You see, I’ve never been […]

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Sunday Mornings

by Robert J. Williams

It’s 5:30 in the morning Too early to be awake today so far Darkness still swirling Groggy feeling impaired As the shadows continue to dance on the walls Toss and turning in circles Limbs flying every which way Making music that no one can hear Winds deadly howl darkens the way As each branch snaps […]

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Desolations

by Robert J. Williams

The silence that hasn’t spilled from fingers pricked Hesitant over lettered buttons Waiting… Words squished between the nothings Forced into hiding Yearning… A trickle of a drop within a hint Bashed with the skull Smoldering… Raging ash flaring unending upwards Fluttering amongst the openings Flowing… Quiet falls all around the bareness witnessed Flames frozen in […]

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Writer’s Lament

by Robert J. Williams

Crank the tunes, two in the morning, headphones leaving that familiar burning about the ears. Fingers busted wide across the keyboard stinging from pencils furious repetitions across blackened pages. WRITE! Just write anything that comes flowing into the unconscious consciousness that comes. Delirious sleeping of letters flying around. Pictures from within, worlds emerge, stories write […]

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