In The Demon's Head #161: Blast From The Past Tuesday #8
September 10, 2013
Hello all and welcome to another Tuesday as we work our way toward the next weekend. Today I'd like to present you with the return to the Blast From the Past post. We are almost all the way through these post, but I'm happy that today I can bring you three more pieces from the vault. Let's get to the pieces and check out these awesome relics.
September 10, 2013
Hello all and welcome to another Tuesday as we work our way toward the next weekend. Today I'd like to present you with the return to the Blast From the Past post. We are almost all the way through these post, but I'm happy that today I can bring you three more pieces from the vault. Let's get to the pieces and check out these awesome relics.
Carousels Go Round
In a dream it was,
Only never this beautiful,
In the dream,
It was full of horror,
Screams of those lost,
And the blood that flowed at their feet,
In my dreams this was a ride ripped straight from hell,
But here,
Here in my waking hours,
That same ride looks peaceful,
And inviting,
But it keeps flashing,
The laughing clown,
The blood,
So much blood,
And the screams,
Not one,
But dozens,
That seem to come from thin air,
He wants to ride this,
My son has never been scared,
He would be up for trying anything,
But it must be nice,
To be unafraid and innocent,
But I can’t shake the images,
From my nightmares,
He pleads,
And finally I cave,
I put him on the horse,
And stand back and watch from the gates,
He wants to do it all his own,
And at first,
It seems fine,
Then the hell begins,
As gunshots ring out,
Of nowhere,
Then the screams begin,
More shots pierce the air,
And the screams are louder,
Then I see it flooding over the sides,
The blood,
And suddenly,
Everything about that nightmare,
Becomes a shocking reality,
I scramble to my feet,
And I’m knocked back down,
And in my face I see the clown,
Or in this case clowns,
They laugh at me as I scramble about the ground,
They turn and open fire,
And run,
My head is ringing,
And it feels hot,
But I find my way into the carousel,
And there he is,
Laying,
Motionless and bloody,
I drop to my knees,
Holding the body,
Of my only son,
I felt the twine of regret,
Knowing that the nightmares,
Had been trying to tell me something,
That I had ignored,
Learning the lesson the hard way,
To always trust your gut,
About The Piece
I have a strange knack for taking pictures that have a decent meaning, and completely fucking them up. This picture actually tells a decent story. I took it and turned it into what you found above. If I offended or hurt your feelings, well it sucks to be you. I’m not out to offend on purpose, but this is a story that I thought I should tell.
Behind Her Eyes
Her eyes tell a story all their own,
A story of someone,
Who was unwanted,
And unloved,
She came from a broken home,
And wondered the streets,
For years,
Before finally finding something,
She could make a living at,
Dancing,
The makeup on her eyes,
Screams for attention,
And after all that time,
She’s okay with that,
She wants the attention,
It translates to money,
And money is the soul,
That makes the world go round,
One night,
She finds herself sitting in her room,
Counting the money,
And looking at the stars through her window,
She wonders what life could have been like,
Had everything not gone to hell,
Tell her that it could have been fantastic,
But her nightmares remind her,
Of her reality,
She puts the money in her safe,
And lays down,
Knowing that her life,
Is what she made out of it,
And in her head,
The alternative,
Was only death,
About The Piece
When I first saw this picture my brain went to aliens. I don’t know why, but I went another route for this piece. I can’t explain it half the time when my brain pipes in and finds those kinds of piece. But, pictures like this are a major reason I highly enjoy this photo-blogging challenge.
Forbidden Woods
They told me not to go,
They told me that I shouldn’t be here,
But now,
In the center of the forest,
I see the hole,
In the center of the trees,
That calls me,
Asks me to come,
Closer,
I hear the voices,
They say that I’d enjoy life,
With them,
Forever,
But I feel another voice,
One in my head,
Telling me,
Not to go,
But I couldn’t help myself,
I stumbled,
Into the hole,
I fell,
And fell,
And kept falling,
Finally I hit the bottom,
The voices,
Calling to me,
Belonged to large creatures,
With batwings,
Red eyes,
nd no teeth,
They spoke in English,
And said they welcomed me,
I couldn’t believe what it was that I was seeing,
The rabbit hole,
Called me home,
And I decided that it was there,
That I would stay,
(To Be Continued...)
About The Piece
“Forbidden Woods” is awfully similar to the sound of Forbidden Forest, from Harry Potter. I can promise you though; this story will not be the Harry Potter tale of the past. Come back Wednesday for part two in this trilogy.
----------
Afterward
At the end of the day, these are some awesome pieces and I'm glad that they are now available to those of you reading this blog. If you haven't done it yet, sign up for the mailing list by filling out the form over to the right hand side. Also, remember to pick up your copy of "Blackout" from the Library, as well as your copy of "More Than Memories" the free anthology that is available as well.
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.
In a dream it was,
Only never this beautiful,
In the dream,
It was full of horror,
Screams of those lost,
And the blood that flowed at their feet,
In my dreams this was a ride ripped straight from hell,
But here,
Here in my waking hours,
That same ride looks peaceful,
And inviting,
But it keeps flashing,
The laughing clown,
The blood,
So much blood,
And the screams,
Not one,
But dozens,
That seem to come from thin air,
He wants to ride this,
My son has never been scared,
He would be up for trying anything,
But it must be nice,
To be unafraid and innocent,
But I can’t shake the images,
From my nightmares,
He pleads,
And finally I cave,
I put him on the horse,
And stand back and watch from the gates,
He wants to do it all his own,
And at first,
It seems fine,
Then the hell begins,
As gunshots ring out,
Of nowhere,
Then the screams begin,
More shots pierce the air,
And the screams are louder,
Then I see it flooding over the sides,
The blood,
And suddenly,
Everything about that nightmare,
Becomes a shocking reality,
I scramble to my feet,
And I’m knocked back down,
And in my face I see the clown,
Or in this case clowns,
They laugh at me as I scramble about the ground,
They turn and open fire,
And run,
My head is ringing,
And it feels hot,
But I find my way into the carousel,
And there he is,
Laying,
Motionless and bloody,
I drop to my knees,
Holding the body,
Of my only son,
I felt the twine of regret,
Knowing that the nightmares,
Had been trying to tell me something,
That I had ignored,
Learning the lesson the hard way,
To always trust your gut,
About The Piece
I have a strange knack for taking pictures that have a decent meaning, and completely fucking them up. This picture actually tells a decent story. I took it and turned it into what you found above. If I offended or hurt your feelings, well it sucks to be you. I’m not out to offend on purpose, but this is a story that I thought I should tell.
Behind Her Eyes
Her eyes tell a story all their own,
A story of someone,
Who was unwanted,
And unloved,
She came from a broken home,
And wondered the streets,
For years,
Before finally finding something,
She could make a living at,
Dancing,
The makeup on her eyes,
Screams for attention,
And after all that time,
She’s okay with that,
She wants the attention,
It translates to money,
And money is the soul,
That makes the world go round,
One night,
She finds herself sitting in her room,
Counting the money,
And looking at the stars through her window,
She wonders what life could have been like,
Had everything not gone to hell,
Tell her that it could have been fantastic,
But her nightmares remind her,
Of her reality,
She puts the money in her safe,
And lays down,
Knowing that her life,
Is what she made out of it,
And in her head,
The alternative,
Was only death,
About The Piece
When I first saw this picture my brain went to aliens. I don’t know why, but I went another route for this piece. I can’t explain it half the time when my brain pipes in and finds those kinds of piece. But, pictures like this are a major reason I highly enjoy this photo-blogging challenge.
Forbidden Woods
They told me not to go,
They told me that I shouldn’t be here,
But now,
In the center of the forest,
I see the hole,
In the center of the trees,
That calls me,
Asks me to come,
Closer,
I hear the voices,
They say that I’d enjoy life,
With them,
Forever,
But I feel another voice,
One in my head,
Telling me,
Not to go,
But I couldn’t help myself,
I stumbled,
Into the hole,
I fell,
And fell,
And kept falling,
Finally I hit the bottom,
The voices,
Calling to me,
Belonged to large creatures,
With batwings,
Red eyes,
nd no teeth,
They spoke in English,
And said they welcomed me,
I couldn’t believe what it was that I was seeing,
The rabbit hole,
Called me home,
And I decided that it was there,
That I would stay,
(To Be Continued...)
About The Piece
“Forbidden Woods” is awfully similar to the sound of Forbidden Forest, from Harry Potter. I can promise you though; this story will not be the Harry Potter tale of the past. Come back Wednesday for part two in this trilogy.
----------
Afterward
At the end of the day, these are some awesome pieces and I'm glad that they are now available to those of you reading this blog. If you haven't done it yet, sign up for the mailing list by filling out the form over to the right hand side. Also, remember to pick up your copy of "Blackout" from the Library, as well as your copy of "More Than Memories" the free anthology that is available as well.
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.