Cynthia F. Clark

Cassie heard Martha's screams and backtracked towards the sound. She shouldn't have let her wander off on her own. The forest was a dangerous place for one so young as Martha. The screaming continued and Cassie's heart beat frantically in her chest as she tried to track down her new little sister. She must have left the trail at some point but where? The screams seemed to come from all directions at once then they would change to one certain location. "God please let her be okay," she prayed silently. She could never forgive herself if anything happened to her."Martha, Martha where are you?" She screamed frantically. But each time her words were caught by the raging winds that began to blow. Though it was early morn the sky lapsed into total darkness and an intense heat surrounded her. She couldn't even see a foot in front of her but still she stumbled in the darkness. Martha was out there somewhere alone and frightened. Tears escaped Cassie's eyes. "Martha, Martha," she screamed over and over again knowing it did little good, for the sound of her own frantic screams were thrown back in her face.

My Screams Smile In the depths of pain, darkness descendsSleep and I become the best of friends.Nightmares haunt my many moods, Giving my mind time to brood.I cannot escape I enter further into the abyss, I reach for compassion but met by insanity's kiss."Where do I go?" My screams smile. No one can hear, No sight, no sound, just my lonely journey into fear."Release me. Please release me from misery's hold, I feel a chill taking over, my heart is growing cold."Crying does little good for no one shares my pain, Ashes before my eyes, fiery embers, tears of rain.What do I know? A time lately unforeseen, A master of images sheltering in my dream.The sands drown. As ancient as the lost times flow, I sink within. Further and further down I go.I cannot breathe through the petty, salty grains, Gasping for air I scream, it is driving me insane.It is hot as an oven's radiate heat, or perhaps the first pits of hell, My screams smile, then a frosty laughter as if to say, "oh well.""Cry me a fountain, do not stop, do not quit, Upon your face. It is. See it. Just a bit. Yes. A tiny bit.Scream loudly, "Haha." Let your madness take your name, Give rise to your insanity. My, screams smile again, winning the game.

Ghosts and Demons are all around. You do not believe? Maybe after reading you just might. Beware. At any moment they may come upon you. They could be anywhere. They could be everywhere. They are in the nightmares that invade your peaceful sleep. Welcome to my nightmares. Where the ghosts and demons play. But Still Shadows cast late evening sun, Rest well little ones the day is done. Tendrils of limbs outstretched in flight, Beware the demons that come in the night. The shadows form many figures, oceans that taunt, They will drive you insane, your mind they haunt. Sleep now. Only visions. They are not real, You lie there looking through the window...but still. (c) Cynthia Clark

Earth's DeathWould my eyes have seen different if the color was gone, Would I have been able to tell right from wrong?A world of color, once, now black and white, No flowers, no butterfly's no glowing moon at night.The day the earth died, shadows faded, life disappeared, The earth rumbled, rose, split, people screamed in fear.Running here and yon, trying to escape an unknown fate, Truth, justice, help us, help us, but for some, it was too late.The earth is quiet now destruction begs unrest, No safe haven found just a reminder that we are guests.Walk fearfully another rumble may shake us once again, Next time the devastation may be the end.Chaos. A world with no rules, only anger and rage, Step out, step out, release them from their cage.Jails cannot hold, ties cannot bind victims well met, Come hither ye that no longer rest. The stage is set.Go into the world what was lost now find, A new start as a child once in sight now blind.Travels far something wicked stirs the air, And riding the winds is the sound of mournful despair.All I could think of was The