capturedpoetry

Her eyes became electric, Like the neon signs around her. Their colors were eclectic, Taking in all the sights that did surround her. The chill of the damp November night, Swept through her like razors in her skin. She just couldn't put her finger on it, The "something about this small town". Was the one thing that might do her in, If her sanity didn't leave her first...that is. It was a depressed little place, A wanna-be quaint little town. With an underlying darkness, Laced with a leering evil. That she could feel glaring at her, Breathing down the nape of her neck. Extending it's darkened claws, Desperate to pull her into

Summer time is gone once the last petal falls. Dying underneath Autumn skies, Winters blanket covers. what has fallen placed asunder, beneath the ice and snow. Holding breath for what lies dormant, for in the Spring that  it will grow. Some rebirth at her arrival, Some lie victims to the cold... ~Penny~Capturedpoetry~

Can't believe summer is about over and my life is about to change along with the season yet again in a big way. Moving out of my comfort zone, it's never easy, can be risky, yet at times very necessary. Feeling excited about this one and will only give me new material, different canvases to create with but more importantly I believe it will also provoke growth in my life. ~Penny~