Dream Catcher

In The Demon's Head #116: Dream catcher

May 22, 2013

Hello everyone, It's now Wednesday. Normally, Wednesday wouldn't mark a huge day in the week, other than it telling it that we're closer to Friday. Today, however, that's not the case. Today means that we are one day removed from the release of "Six Feet Under" If you haven't picked it up yet, you can do on Smashwords, and you can get "Six Feet Under" and "Life After Dark"  both in a dual pack on Amazon. Both are only $.99. That's enough of the shameless self-promotion  Let's take a look at today's picture.

Dream catcher

It hangs by the head of my bed,

Protecting me,

At least that's what they say,

But in reality,

What it's doing,

Is nothing at all,

They said that it would protect my dreams,

And leave the nightmares,

But in fact,

The nightmares,

Are the only thing that seem,

To slip through the crack,

Lately,

That's all I seem to get,

Is nightmares,

Every night,

They come to me,

Different,

But same in their own sick way,

Clowns,

Spiders,

Snakes,

Death,

All massive,

All hunting me,

Chasing me thorough the forest,

And every time,

I wake up,

As I reach the cliff,

Overhanging the water,

Every day,

It's exactly the same,

When I wake up,

I look at the catcher on the wall,

And here lately,
I've noticed blood,

Lots of blood,

Just caked to the outside,

I wash it,

Though I don't know why I owe it anything,

I think that I want to believe,

That things will be different,

If I'm nice,

But I know better,

I'll hang it up just one more time,

See if maybe I can get lucky

****

Weeks have passed,

And my nightmares have gotten worse,

There is also more blood,

So much more blood,

Leaking off the walls,

Almost as if,

Creeping closer,

Closer to me,

I'm afraid of what may happen,

When it finally reaches me,

I could move,

But in my gut,
I know that won't help,

I don't know how,

Or why I know that,

But I do,

I just wish I knew,

What it wanted,

I try to scrub away the blood,

So they don't see,

But it's almost becoming impossible,

I'm losing my hope,

And will,

To care,

Maybe tonight will be the night,

The nightmares Take me,

****

This forest,

It's all too familiar,

I'm running,

Chased by everything,

That I fear,

I run,

Dodging the trees,

Almost now,

Out of memory,

I can't do anything about it,

I run,

And run,

I know it's coming,

Almost counting the steps til it does,

This time,

Almost as if not thinking,

I don't stop,

Instead I run,

Jump into the waterfall,

And take a breath as I hit the water,

And the world goes dark,

****

We found him this morning,

He was in bed,

The walls were a blood red,

Almost inviting in a way,

The dreamcatcher,

That our dad gave him,

Before he died,

Was tethered,

And tangled,

And caked in blood,

He was covered in blood,

Head to toe,

Almost as if he'd bathed in it,

And the dreamcatcher,

When they took it down,

Had its loom twisted,

Almost into the shape,

Of a sinister smile,

About The Piece

"Dream Catchers" was literally out of nowhere. In fact it's one of those pieces that I absolutely love because it comes out of nowhere. I write it, and it just happens. Those are the fun pieces that you write as an artist and I think that it showed with this piece. I hope you guys enjoy, and I'd love a share of the post.

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Until the next time you want to take a trip through the gates of hell, and into the demon's head, I'm Kyle Robinson wishing you a safe trip back to the surface.

The Street Lamp

In The Demon's Head #115: The Street Lamp

May 20, 2013

Monday is upon us once again. I'd like to blame Monday for all the problems that everyone seems to find, but the fact is, it's not Monday's fault. If we got rid of Monday, then Tuesday would be the bitch. I could go on all day, talking about how much we hate the work week but there's no point. Instead of bitching, let's share a piece of writing to intrigue your brain. Let's take a look at the picture:

The Street Lamp

In sat in the middle of town,

All alone,

Almost inviting,

Asking for someone to come along,

The light,

Lit up only a small area,

But that lamp,

Seems like it's glow,

Is inviting me in,

But the lamp,

Is forbidden,

The town,

Looks at the lamp,

Like an omen,

But I'm not sure,

What to think,

The lamp,

Seems to welcome those,

From out of nowhere,

They show up under the lamp,

And then leave town,

The lamp,

Is almost like a beacon,

For those,

That are different,

Different how,

I'm not sure,

But they all seem,

Like they could,

Walk through doors,

It was almost,

As if you could see through them,

They never made noise,

And they just seemed to come out of thin air,

I've questioned the origin of this lamp,

But no one seems to know,

The birds sit up-top of the lamp,

And peer down,

I think the birds,

Call to those,

On the other side,

I can't understand the light,

But I want to walk,

Through the light,

To see what the light does,

And where it goes,

Consider this note,

My last note,

Before I take that walk,

If this lamp,

Takes me away,

I'll never return,

I can only hope,

To those who love me,

I'd like to say I love you to,

And what could possibly be,

My goodbye,

About The Piece

This piece was kind of strange. I wasn't 100% sure where I wanted to go but I enjoyed this piece and it is a bit of a strange piece. I hope you guys like it.

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Until the next time you want to take a trip through the gates of hell, and into the demon's head, I'm Kyle Robinson wishing you a safe trip back to the surface. 

Behind Closed Doors

In The Demon's Head #114: Behind Closed Doors

May 17, 2013

It's Friday, the work week will be coming to a close for some, and for others, the weekend doesn't meet shit. This week though I've managed to do a lot of reading and learning, it's one thing I love about the writing business. It's a business where you can never stop learning, and improving. I hope that you guys have enjoyed this weeks' post. I enjoy doing these a lot more now than I did at the start and I look forward to giving you more. Enough of that though, let's move onto the picture:

Behind Closed Doors

I've been here for I don't know how long,

I was taken from a garage by work,

And now,

I haven't seen anything but the inside of this room,

Since I don't know when,

It could be days,

It could be weeks,

I don't know,

Because when he comes in,

He hits me,

And I'm out,

I could have been out days,

I don't know what he does,

But I know there are welps on my back,

They hurt,

There are tears on my clothes,

I always know he's coming,

Because he opens a small part of the door,

And laughs,

It's the stuff nightmares are made of,

And you always only think,

It won't be me,

But I wasn't able to get away,

I tried,

And I failed,

So now,

I'm chained to this wall,

There is no escape,

Years may come,

Before I'm ever found,

I want to give up hope,

But that's not the kind of person I am,

I feel the pain,

And the heat,

From all over my body,

Then the door slides open,

And light floods the room,

I feel scared,

I know what's coming,

Because I'm watching it,

From above,

He's so blinded,

By his own rage,

And lust,

That he doesn't realize,

I'll never leave,

At least not in terms of my body,

Because I'm dead,

He broke my neck,

Shortly after I got here,

It happened when he hit me once,

And there was nothing I could do,

Now I'm trapped here,

Only hoping that one day someone may find the body,

Because that's my only hope for escape,

Until then,

I'll continue to be subjected,

To the hell,

Of being in the presence,

Of a Satan in the flesh,

About The Piece

"Behind Closed Doors" is a something that came to me after watching the news as of late. My mind works in twisted ways but I think that this piece turned out okay, it's dark, evil, and shows that humanity is kind of fucked up. But that's kind of the point of my writing. I hope that you enjoy it.

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Until the next time you want to take a trip through the gates of hell, I'm Kyle Robinson wishing you a safe trip back to the surface. 

Blank World

In The Demon's Head #113: Blank World

May 15, 2013

It's Wednesday, this means two things. One, we're half way through the week, which puts us closer to the weekend. Second, it's time for another piece. Now I'd like to say it again, today's piece is not linked with Monday's. Originally, it was an idea that I tossed around, but I changed my mind. It is something that I will revisit probably sooner rather than later, but I thought this week we'd work on some stand-alone art. Speaking of Art, take a look at today's picture:

Blank World

Every picture has a story,

Every story has a place,

And every place needs painted,

But it's not quite that simple,

I wanted to paint,

Those places,

But my world,

Wouldn't let me,

I picked up the brush,

And couldn't put it to paper,

Instead the canvas stayed white,

And my hand wouldn't move,

What I got instead,

Were nightmares,

Of those places,

Begging for escape,

Begging for a story,

And all I saw,

Was myself,

Crippled,

And unable to do my duty,

It began to eat at me,

They would pile up,

And whisper to me,

Every day,

Sometimes new,

A lot of the time old,

They were stories that wanted to be painted,

But I just couldn't,

After weeks of the badgering,

And pleading,

I've found myself here,

On top of this bridge,

They say that every artist,

Has his moment of insanity,

I think mine,

Started when the paint wouldn't spill,

And has led me here,

30 Feet above the water,

Now the voices,

Of those stories,

Are telling me to jump,

Into the water,

I feel compelled,

To do them this justice,

Or maybe it's myself the justice,

To take them with me,
If I can't put them down,

So maybe,

They can tell me their stories,

From the bottom of the lake,

About The Piece

"Blank World" is a piece that is kind of close to my heart. No, I don't have plans of jumping off of a bridge. But the voices that want out are there that's for sure. That's something that I find in my head pretty much every day. It's not something I would change though, I'm glad to have those voices along for the ride.

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The View From The TreeHouse

In The Demon's Head #112: The View From The TreeHouse

May 13, 2013

Hey guys, It's Monday again. For most of us, that means back to work, back to school, and back to an everyday routine. However, I've got something to entertain you on this Monday, a new piece from my twisted brain. Now unlike the last two weeks, this week will not be a trilogy. I'm not burnt out on the idea. I do, however, want to continue to make pieces that can stand on their own. With that I'm going to introduce three new pieces this week starting today. Let's take a look at today's picture.

The View From The TreeHouse

Looking out,
I see the woods,

I see everything,

That could be,

From the outside in,

Mine,

I've always been a loner,

And I never understood people,

But the view from my TreeHouse,

Makes it all better,

No one knows how the TreeHouse got here,

But me,

It's huge,

But that's because he built it for me,

Only a few years ago,

I watched it go up overnight,

I couldn't believe it,

But I knew who did it,

At first Mom didn't want me to touch it,

But when I told her that Dad built it,

Her face,

And her will,

Broke down,

You see,

My dad isn't here,

Not anymore,

He went off to war,

To fight for freedom,

At least that's what they tell me in school,

But when he didn't come home,

I began to worry,

Finally one day,

Mom told me that dad wasn't coming home,

He had died,

Defending me,

That night I cried,

And then I felt an arm around me,

I looked up,

And saw my dad,

With his arms around me,

I didn't understand at first,

But I realized that he was there,

To watch over me,

Mom still cries on occasion,

When she thinks about him,

I've thought about telling her,

That he's always with her,

Because I see him,

But I don't think she'll believe me,

So until I see my dad again,

I'll stay in my TreeHouse,

Protected,

By a man,

Who died for us all,

About The Piece

When I originally set down to write this, I expected some kind of dark feel. But I thought I'd throw a curve ball and write something that was heartfelt and different. Yeah, it has a paranormal style to it I suppose, but it works.

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