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Thank you

March 6, 2011

My dearest followers, I know it’s been a long time since I’ve made a post and for that I deeply apologize. In November when I was at HorrorHound convention in Cincinnati, Ohio with my best friend Benjamin Rogers and his publisher Dr. Pus of the Library of the Living Dead. I was taking a break, writing some poetry in my journal when Ben showed Doc my latest madness. Doc loved it and asked for my work to publish. I have been deeply involved in getting my first book deal completed. I am happy to announce that Poetry From Beyond the Mist will be out very soon!

To go with my new book, I have a new website. I would love to have you all come over and continue to follow me and enjoy your support. Please go to www.elizabethlafond.com and bookmark that page to get my latest updates.

I want to thank each and every one of you for commenting and following my work as I have begun to grow and blossom. I hope to see you all over there as I continue on my journey through the darkest corridors of my mind.

Death of Life

November 2, 2010

Children laughter calls

Happiness of light

Playful young dancing

My heart sings

 

Sitting on my perch

Joy soul filling

Tag in tall grass

Innocence warmth pure

 

Swing from a tree

Limbs climb branches

Mothers share shade

Carefree simple days

 

Blink find now gray

Summer fades away

No colorful fall leaves

From bright to bleak

 

Warmth now frozen

Trees now bare

Cold creeps in

Emptiness reigns

 

Hollow halls quiet

No one left roams

Sobs of the silent

Death of life

 

Faces

October 15, 2010

Why bother? There is no one left. You look around and see faces everywhere around, but the eyes are empty. Not even hate or anger sparks there. It’s not zombies, it is worse.
I’ve walked the mall, where there is normally the bustle of life. The old couple who would walk hand in hand, seeing the years of love between them as he holds a door for her. The young mother who is at her wits end because her baby won’t stop crying and her young child sit there screaming about some toy. The uncaring attitudes painted on the group of teenagers with the spiked colored hair, heavy makeup, and baggy clothes. Even the cheerleaders and football players that stand across the way and laugh and point at those they don’t understand. All the faces are there, but the eyes are hollow, nothing remains of the people they were.
I walked the neighborhoods. The places that children would play in the yards, their puppies full of energy and life would nip and roll with them. The mothers would gather on the porches laughing and sipping tea as they watch over their young. Fathers would mow the lawns and tend to the repairs on their homes. Now all is gone, tools abandoned, rocking chairs are still, but the faces are there, no life in the eyes, nothing left there.
I walked the beach where beauties would lay and bathe in the sun. Games of volleyball would go on for hours. The man at the stand would sell lemonade and hot dogs. Parents would take their little ones to play in the wake of the ocean and build sandcastles nearby. Now the water comes and slowly pulls it all away, only the faces remain eyes unblinking, a never ending stare.
There are no zombies here, no monsters, and no life. No breeze that stirs, the air has gone stale. Just a sea of faces all around, eyes staring blankly at nothing. No sparks of humanity, no words are spoken, no work getting done, no fun to be had. If I turn and look in the mirror at all, will I see the same blank face and empty eyes? Or will I be all that is left of life?

Filled

August 18, 2010

Sometimes I just don’t understand life.  There are these days,  when there really isn’t a whole lot keeping me busy, and my mind goes off to that dark place that isn’t as warm and comforting as it once was.  It feels like there is this hole inside of me that is missing something, but I am still lost as to what.   Maybe I’ve always been lost.

I went to class like normal, paid attention, turned in my work, passed my tests.  It felt as if I was just going through the motions, like it was all just show, no substance.  I came home and did my chores and my assignments for the next day.  Sat at the table and had dinner alone, mom was off at her night job again.  The phone didn’t ring; no one came to the door.  I just sat there staring off into space, not lonely, just lost.

I took the dog for a walk and saw Jonie, she prattled on about Bobbie, the new boy in town and how dreamy he was.  I smiled and giggle with her for a while, it felt hollow, but she didn’t seem to notice.  After a bit I continued on down the street to the beach at the end.  Sammy, my pup, loved running on the beach, so I set him free off his leash while I sat down in the sand to watch the ocean and the sunset.

There is no place that had sunsets like our town.  The ocean was a deep crystal blue, and the sun would turn oranges and reds like a fireball.  For a few moments, just as the sun touched the horizon, it was as if the ocean was liquid fire, everything blazing with color and beauty.  For a minute, I swear I can hear angels singing with the glory of it all, even Sammy sat down next to me and was still and quiet.  The warmth that radiated from the water, a salty breeze caresses my face, the signing filled my mind.  It was as if this was a moment God was giving us a private preview of his true self.  So bright it was painful to watch, but the beauty captured you and you didn’t want to look away.  My heart soared.

As the last bit of fire dipped beyond the horizon, I stood up and took Sammy home.  Taking a quick shower, I dressed for bed, taking my medication, and hoping that the feeling of peace wouldn’t leave my soul before the next day came to do it all over again.  Waiting for that moment, when I could feel filled again.

Death

March 23, 2010

Another hole filled

The dirt cold

A stone marks the place

My soul lies cold

 

The preacher came

Ashes and dust

People came people left

Your headstone my pillow

 

The rain came

Angels tears shed

Weeping showers freshen

The white rose blooms

 

Another dawn begins

Sun lit bath

Curled up alone

Lost without you

March 22, 2010

Things have been a whirlwind for me.  Between the divorce and work and race season preparations and being found by my high school sweet heart to falling in love all over again to moving to….well, let’s just say things have been non stop.  Sadly that put my writing on the back burner, don’t get me wrong, I have gotten some done, just not as much as I’d like.  I have been deep into the bowels of my own zombie horror novel.

Through all of this I got the most amazing news.  My very good friend and writing mentor Benjamin Rogers has been tolling away the wee hours of candle light finishing his novel. It is the first of a trilogy and will now be published and released this summer. It is my honor and privilege to be called his friend and student. I encourage all of you to check out his trilogy blog and enjoy his sneak peek into the mind of a true spell binding master. Check out Benjamin Rogers in

Night

January 12, 2010

Vast chasm engulfs
Snow falling softly
Silence deafening
Cold

Emptiness surrounds
Another stitch gone
Crimson blood falls
Pain

Another wound open
Fresh raw scar
Voices from below
Memories

Life fades away
Abyss pulls in
Death stands near
Fight

Blood stained snow
Rivers flow down
Chasm swallows
Breathe

Death grows distant
Clouds part
Moon shines
Faith