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Overwhelmed

"The nightmares were splitting the membrane of sleep.  

They were spilling into the everyday, haunting the sunlit realm, 

drying conversations in the throat and stealing friends away."

~China Mieville~

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Music-ness

Guess the song:

And what about your soul?

Is it cold?

Is it straight from the mold,

And ready to be sold?

Answer

The Strange ~ Part 2

The Strange

ThE jOke's On mE

These shadows keep me awake

My tired eyes long for slumber

But They drown out my reality

And hold me under

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Mocking my fear 

With jokes that make Them laugh

Their voices keep repeating

A punchline I cannot catch

~dpb~

American Authors

I stretched my hands out to the sky
We danced with monsters through the night...



Best Day Of My Life.
Best.  Video.  Ever.
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Godzilla

Hidden

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Two-faced?

"Everyone is a moon, 

and has a dark side 

which he never shows to anybody."

~Mark Twain~

The Art of Illusion

Soul Mates?

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In the Dark

What is this darkness you speak of?

Darkness is the deficiency of visible light.
Poetically, it is a term used to convey shadows, evil and foreboding.
Religiously, it is referred to as a plague.

At Night Lights Cast Shadows, I use it to refer to my nightmares.
And although I am fortunate enough to share my darkness with you ~
It is still a battle that I must fight alone.
The writing helps clear my head;
The stories you read give my nightmares a life elsewhere ~a home I no longer have to tend to ~
And yet, as one of my stories are read by you; another shadow creeps in to take its place.
An endless struggle it is, but one I am honored to call my own.

We each have our own Darkness which finds us and feeds on us.
We all have that shadow that follows us around ~
haunting us
waiting to consume us.
It takes on many forms.

For the vain;  it's age.
For the alcoholic;  it's the bottle.
For the politician;  it's corruption.
For the glutton;  it's food.
For the hypocrite;  it's self.
For the liar;  it's the truth.
For the worrier;  it's the mind.
For the heart-broken;  it's love.
For the narcissist;  it's the mirror.
For the poet;  it's emotion.
For the writer;  it's the silence.

No matter what its disguise, it's a darkness.
An eventuality you have to confront;
A fear you are forced to master.
A scar to own and remember.

For me it's the nightmares;
A constant gnawing of the brain;
The sleepless nights filled with sadness, sweats and terror.

For my sister;  it's cancer.
For my friend;  it's his childhood.
For my Earth;  it's pollution.

Don't know what your darkness is?
Hide in the light.
Fight it as long as you can...
because it's hungry and it's patient and you are just within it's grasp...

Stay safe, my Creepsters.
Thank you for all the emails, comments, and inquiries.
Creep on ~
dpb

Scare Away the Dark

My new favorite song...



Tomorrow is all about this darkness.
Mine and yours...

10 Things That Will Kill You in Under An Hour

Be safe out there, Creepsters.

Scary Movies Suck

What's your favorite scary movie? many Creepsters ask me.

Truth be told, I don't like scary movies all that much.
If I do indulge in a horror flick, I will not watch it after the sun goes down, unless I am in the presence of other people ~ even then, it's problematic.  There's just something about the night that makes me question the shadows and their every move.

Seems kind of strange, no?  Here I am, this writer of the macabre.  I should adore any horror movie, revel in the essence of  blood-drenching gore, and in my spare time, study the Necronomicon.
Wrong.

Maybe it's because I spend most of my time (sleeping time) stuck in such a horrific world, that when I awake I want nothing more to do with it.  This doesn't mean I'm not curious about it.  It just means I've become more selective about it.
Every so often, there's a horror movie or a grisly TV show that grabs my attention ~ like a thirst for water, and it must be quenched.

The last thirst I got was for this movie called The Conjuring.  Yeah, I'm sure you've heard of it ~ as it is/was quite popular among the horror genre.  Anyways, I seen it previewed and knew this was to be one of those must-see movies.  So, I dragged my best friend to the theater ~ after his endless protesting (for he gets a little unnerved about the spooky side of things too) ~ certain of the movie's success.

So, we get our tickets, our popcorn and the best seats in the house and we settle in to watch The Conjuring.  Now, sitting there is kind of like being seated on a roller coaster.  You know it's gonna be scary, but just enough scary to spark some adrenaline.  For me, it was to spark some creativity, just enough to see the competition and what they have to offer; just enough that I might have to leave the lights on.  (oh, who am I kidding?  They'll be on regardless.)

Now, if you've seen this movie, then you know it starts out like a good old-fashioned haunting.  It has the scary noises and the unexplainable acts of terror and there's a tormented history to the place ~ every thing's going great.
The popcorn is almost empty;
The seats have hugged us in for the long-haul;
The movie is just the right amount of dark.
But then, it turns evil.

You know the part I'm talking about, right?
One minute the white bedding is hanging out on the clothesline, and the next minute the crucifixes are being placed strategically throughout the house...and the possession starts....
Well, fuck me.
Without pause, I look at my friend, "Let's go."

There is no explanation needed.
No reasoning necessary.
My friend knows me that well, knows my history and knows that I cannot sit through the evil domination that is about to ensue.  (And truth be told, I'm quite sure he's a little more than relieved himself.)
Of course, there is bantering and bullying from him, but hell, I'll take that any day over a demonic possession.
Name calling?  Easy-peasy.
Soul-sucking?  Not so easy to bounce back from.

Anyway, I never did see the ending of The Conjuring.  But I'm guessing it was quite the battle between good and evil.  I'm sure it worked out well for the household in the end - at least I hope so.
My point?
I may be forced to be a conduit of the horrific while I am unconscious and asleep ~
but while I'm awake, I will NOT be taken to that level of insanity.
Not if I can help it.
Never.
Not ever.
I'll stick to the action flicks, thank you.

Till next time, my Creepsters.
Thank you for listening.
Thank you for being part of the Night Lights community.

Creep on ~
d.p. bertison

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