Ripping echoed from the shady room, Screams of terror vibrate the air, Stiff walking graveyard man, Macabre dead hand extended, Zombies march around the house, Jaws of life hanging open, Moaning as they hunt their next meal, Swinging bat another one drops, Survival driven by adrenaline, Bloodlust driven society, Eating their own to survive, Roaring…
Author: Eric Fournier
A creative, independent-minded poet, author, and artist who enjoys turning ideas into finished projects.
Also practices American Sign Language.
I’m Free
The thought hits against the wall of pain, Inside my chest there lays a boundary I can’t cross, I don’t know how to row that boat, My responsibilities lay bare, Figuring myself out, I’m on the right path, Moving forward, down that lonely lane, Realizing that the skeletons in my closet don’t define me, I’ve…
Where Will I Be
Looking in the mirror I see You, Lord, Looking back at me, High, drunk, enraged, full of anxious fear, oh Lord, Where do I go, What do I say, Do I just let go, Or, do I stay, How can I go on, oh Lord? My life has gone by me, All this time lost,…
When I Look Into A Looking Glass
Introspective look at how my view point is changing for the positive.
All That is Left to Say
Thinking about my love and how we fought a lot through our growing pains as a couple.
All Hope Lost
I was thinking about all the recent reports of trains wrecking in small town America causing massive damage and evacuations.
Sword Fight of Thought
“Slam” the metal door shivered, Jerking back and forth, steady holding sword point, Head lamp opening a small portal into the deep dark… Cavernous expanse ahead, Drip, drop, flutter, all around the cavern echoed, Filling nervous hero with dread, Cackles, there afar into the dark, Villainous laughter that would rattle herculean nerves, Step by step,…
Dreamscape
Why are words not boring? I speak and write so much, filling the data centers of the world, our digital and spoken library. Yet, I can’t get enough. It is fascinating what I can do with letters, combining them into words, dancing with syllables, rhyming them, creating metaphor. Forming words from every language. Some letters…
Hank and Radio
The radio flickered to life, {Reverberated} “Come on down to Earl’s Flee market this weekend, Twenty percent off and b.o.g.o deals up and down every aisle. Hank sighed heavily, his hand leaning against the wall, staring out his kitchen window. The radio came to life, Metal scratched on metal as appendages jetted out every direction,…
Dreamlike Panic State
Tonight, oh tonight, Where the dreams lay light, Weighted by feathered down, Sleeping into the late a.m., Tonight, oh tonight, Wandering dreamland, Hand in hand with Alice and her friends, Where the land collides, Tonight, oh tonight, Laying asleep dreaming onwards, Brainwaves colliding with reality, As subconscious shifts, Tonight, oh tonight, Running down dreamy corridors,…
