Author: ken makepeace

What do you say? What do you do? Take no notice and that is true. Pretend I don't exist, or look for the nearest exit. Escape if you must, otherwise turn to dust. Or run and hide where you can never be found. Whichever you decide, you must remember this - I'm glad that you'll … Continue reading What Do You Say

Was it so far across the sea? All I can say was that it hadn't seemed like miles to me. But without my binoculars, my vision was blurred but noises I had heard - like a foghorn in the night, led me to have a fright. But what could I do? Vanish without a trace? … Continue reading Far Across the Sea

The nights are becoming short and Holloween is fast approaching. Witches, ghouls and ghosts are getting set to become our hosts but as the witching hour gets near, I'm beginning to wonder if it is time to steer well clear - maybe run to the hills, preventing me from seeing trick-or-treaters, getting their thrills.

There's never time to sit and write, even if I stay up all night, listening to the stillness and silence, hoping I'm not living in a world of violence - or one that doesn't care or lets me stay around to even dare. But sit and write I must try, and never let my hopes … Continue reading Never Time

They are not listening, but do I care? If they don't want to know, let them dare or stare into the night with all their might. But not let them come near, not for a second Make them stay away - and leave me alone forever and a day. All I want is to be … Continue reading Not Listening

Was it time to stop and stare? was it time to see if anyone was there? But not a sound I heard. There were no whispers from the trees, no people begging on their knees. No one even wants to say please in this land of stillness - this land of calm - one place … Continue reading Was It Time To Stop

Feeling so lonely, if only. People buzzing around - too much sound. Just want to be on my own - no cares to get me down. No worries to make me hurry or rush here and there. Why don't they let me live my life without a care? But one day I'll just vanish into … Continue reading So Lonely

Will there be a tomorrow? Will it be full of pain or sorrow? We will have to wait and see. But could it be like today: no hope and just despair with no chance of living without care? Full of failure and doubt and no way of finding a way out. But maybe there will … Continue reading Will There Be A Tomorrow

The midnight hour is approaching: not a sound in sight, even if it is the middle of the night - not the time to be woken by a fright, not even by candlelight. With the footsteps creeping near, leaving me in fear, but it is better than shedding a tear or wanting to run for … Continue reading The Midnight Hour

The deep silence shows, but no one goes - to the place, that has never been. Hidden in the depths of despair: not whisper, not a glare The solitude of time, belonging to no one who would care or dare and never a place to share Nowhere to be seen, not even in the realms … Continue reading The Deep Silence