Sunday, May 28, 2017

BLEAK


The landscape is cold and bleak.
I’m beginning to feel weak.
Ice is melting in my shoes.
I’m getting the winter blues.
I can’t find my way out of here.
I had thought the town was so near.
I’ve been walking for days.
I’m in some kind of daze.
There’s...
 (Source: pagewoman)


The landscape is cold and bleak.
I’m beginning to feel weak.
Ice is melting in my shoes.
I’m getting the winter blues.
I can’t find my way out of here.
I had thought the town was so near.
I’ve been walking for days.
I’m in some kind of daze.
There’s a break in the rocks ahead.
I hope they didn’t leave me for dead.
My friends have to come back for me.
Rocks and trees are all I can see.
My friends are in the park playing ball.
I didn’t have to be afraid at all.

PINK SAND


PINK SAND
The sand so pink and soft.
Keeps my spirits aloft.
The water so clear and blue.
I want to enjoy that too.
Sun brightening the day.
All I want to do is play.
PINK SAND
The sand so pink and soft.
Keeps my spirits aloft.
The water so clear and blue.
I want to enjoy that too.
Sun brightening the day.
All I want to do is play.
 (Source: passivites)


PINK SAND
The sand so pink and soft.
Keeps my spirits aloft.
The water so clear and blue.
I want to enjoy that too.
Sun brightening the day.
All I want to do is play.


FALLING


FALLING
I climb down from a great height
As I fight with all my might.
The creatures swipe hard at me
As I climb down to the sea.
I must escape this dark place
As demons fly in my face.
They fly through the sky
And hit me from up high.
Who are these...

FALLING
I climb down from a great height
As I fight with all my might.
The creatures swipe hard at me
As I climb down to the sea.
I must escape this dark place
As demons fly in my face.
They fly through the sky
And hit me from up high.
Who are these demons from hell?
Their features I cannot tell.
I fall to the rocks below.
“Help” is all I can bellow.
THE DEAD GAME

A BOOK


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Open a book.
You will be amazed
by what you’ll find.
Your mind will open
to new thoughts and ideas.
A whole world awaits.

TROPICAL PARADISE


We fly on a green carpet
through the dense bush.
Mosquitoes for companions
in the moisture-laden air.
Exotic plants fan our faces
as we trek down winding paths.
Snapping sounds taunt us
as we canoe down the river.
The tempo quickens.
The beat picks...
 (Source: quiet-spheres)


We fly on a green carpet
through the dense bush.
Mosquitoes for companions
in the moisture-laden air.
Exotic plants fan our faces
as we trek down winding paths.
Snapping sounds taunt us
as we canoe down the river.
The tempo quickens.
The beat picks up.
The air becomes heavier.
The sounds louder.
We become one with nature.
Lost in a tropical paradise.


THE DEAD GAME – EXCERPT




THE DEAD GAME – EXCERPT
Linda was pulled into the deserted garden to face Wolf and his side-kick Hayden. She didn’t know what was real or what was illusion. 
“I didn’t come here to play parlor games with you. I need you to convince Todd to join with us,” Wolf said in a loud voice. “He can never be human or accepted by them. He’s a human vampire. He belongs with us. It makes more sense for him to stick with his own kind.”      
“He’s not like you in any way at all: he cares too deeply for people and is loyal to his friends.” Linda backed away. “On the other hand, you and your vampires enjoy killing too much and have no feelings whatsoever.”      
“Todd will never be accepted by humans or by his own kind. He will be an outcast with nowhere to go,” Wolf said, moving closer to her.    
 “Todd is human and will always be accepted by humans.”      
“Let’s kill her now, boss.” Hayden stepped in. “She’s going to be trouble; I can take her away and no one will ever see her again.”     
Wolf strolled over to her with a wicked gleam surfacing in his eyes. “I have a much better use for her in the future. When she finally comes to her senses, she’ll realize that she’ll be better off with a real vampire with limitless powers than with a pathetic human. She’ll learn about love and passion—not the games that humans play that pale in comparison. Here comes the human. Let her go for now.”      
Linda was horrified to find herself wrapped in Wolf’s muscular arms, hypnotized by his black eyes and tempted by his deep voice. 
“I’ll be back for you.” Wolf promised as he held her tight against him, whispering in her ear, ”I love the way you stand up to me with your flashing blue eyes. Soon you’ll be mine, my beautiful ice queen.”      
Linda couldn’t move; she was stuck in some kind of trance…she couldn’t leave or even want to leave if given the choice. His voice soothed her and made her think of love, passion, and great need: a need that could only be met by Wolf with his expert hands and mouth. She knew that one day she was going to be with him, to be joined with him.      
His mouth lowered onto hers, drawing her into a swirling miasma of unexpected feelings and desires. His mouth covering hers introduced her to a new realm of pure pleasure. His powerful form enveloped her, making her feel feelings that were foreign and untried for her. She couldn’t get enough of him. She tentatively began touching his face, then his body with an eager and unrelenting hunger.      

STAND STRONG



Stand strong for me.
Your petals closed tight.
Face to the sun.
Hope in your heart.
Release your sweetness.
The perfect fragrance.
Let the dew quench your thirst.
The rain wash your tears.
Stand strong for me.

THE BEAT


Swoosh goes the record,
Swirling to its beat.
Sounds flowing through me,
Can you feel its heat?
Mesmerized by it,
I can’t seem to move.
As it turns and turns
I’m caught in its groove.
 (Source: thisiscolossal.com)


Swoosh goes the record,
Swirling to its beat.
Sounds flowing through me,
Can you feel its heat?
Mesmerized by it,
I can’t seem to move.
As it turns and turns
I’m caught in its groove.


CHANTING IN THE BREEZE


Chanting could be heard in the warm breeze.  A breeze that blows in from the ocean and  smooths the white sand.  A breeze that feels like the soft flutter of  a rose petal against your skin.  Where is the chanting coming from?  Who is doing the chanting?  What do we only hear it at night?  Are spells being cast in Oasis?  Only The Dead know and they’re not talking.  THE DEAD GAME BY SUSANNE LEIST  http://www.amazon.com/author/susanneleist    http://barnesandnoble.com/w/the-dead-game-susanne-leist/1116825442?ean=2940148410881 

A breeze blows from the ocean.
One that smooths the white sand.
Feeling like the soft flutter of
a rose petal against your skin.
The sea breeze carries chanting.
Why do we hear it at night?
Are spells being cast in Oasis?
Only The Dead know and they’re not talking.
THE DEAD GAME 

HAZE


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Haze covers the town.
But please do not frown.
Secrets are concealed.
The Dead are revealed.
We come in the fog.
The mist we don’t hog.
We’ll share it with you.
A shimmering blue.
The moon shines its glare
On those who come here.
Frolic in the night.
Just keep in our sight.
THE DEAD GAME

NEW DAY



The waves are washing in.
But I can still see him.
He’s followed me here.
Must not let him get near.
He has returned from the dead.
I won’t let him in my bed.
He wants me for his queen.
With him I can’t be seen.
The tides are surely rising.
My mind is agonizing.
How will I manage to get away
Before the dawn of the new day?
THE DEAD GAME

SINKHOLE




SINKHOLE
A sinkhole where the house has stood
Lies deep in the deserted wood.
Where has everyone gone to?
The grass and trees are gone too.
A house and garden have once stood here.
Now there is only the ground laid bare.
Could they be in the tunnels below?
Will you hear me if I yell ‘hello’?
I hear rumbling coming from the hole.
The loose rocks are beginning to roll.
I should leave before it’s too late
And I suffer the same sad fate.
THE DEAD GAME

A COLD HELL




Blackness beckons.
Fingers grab for me.
Teeth rip at me.
Fish beside me.
Laughter rains down.
The Dead  below.
A cold hell for me.
I am lost.
THE DEAD GAME
 

SOOTHING WETNESS


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A walk to the edge.
A dip in the ocean.
A dive into the unknown.
It will soon cover me
With its soothing wetness.
Am I ready?

GRIM REAPER




Grim reaper stands over me,
Where The Dead have come to be.
Blood won’t be my drink of choice,
Not if I have any voice.
I will go down with a fight.
I refuse to take a bite.
No bloodthirsty demon down here.
No reason to have any fear.
THE DEAD GAME