Tuesday, January 31, 2017

DESPAIR



Despair comes in many forms.
Hits all types of people.
In countries around the world.
Even heroes can feel despair.

A BEDROOM OF FLOWERS


A BEDROOM
Cover me with blankets of flowers.
Shelter me with petals of pink.
Sheets of softest green.
A canopy of leaves.
A bedroom of luxury.
None can compare.

(Source: travel-story)

A BEDROOM
Cover me with blankets of flowers.
Shelter me with petals of pink.
Sheets of softest green.
A canopy of leaves.
A bedroom of luxury.
None can compare.
(Source: travel-story)

BENEATH THE CITY

BENEATH THE CITY
Take me down the road.
All the way down.
Beneath the city.
To what lies below.
To the deepest depths.
Where no one dares to tread.
This is reality.
This is the city.

(Source: roybrandys)

BENEATH THE CITY
Take me down the road.
All the way down.
Beneath the city.
To what lies below.
To the deepest depths.
Where no one dares to tread.
This is reality.
This is the city.


THE CURVE



THE CURVE
Takes one to be different.
To strike out alone.
To pave the road.
For others.

(Source: catk)
THE CURVE
Takes one to be different.
To strike out alone.
To pave the road.
For others.


ALONE


leirelatent:
“ Alison Scarpulla
”
ALONE
Alone with my thoughts.
Lost in my dreams.
A deserted forest.
Empty of people.
Devoid of sound.
No movement.
No sunlight.
Only endless trees.
Where my thoughts ring
Loud and clear.

Alison Scarpulla
ALONE
Alone with my thoughts.
Lost in my dreams.
A deserted forest.
Empty of people.
Devoid of sound.
No movement.
No sunlight.
Only endless trees.
Where my thoughts ring
Loud and clear.

DRINK & BE MERRY














They walk the streets at night Drink from their victims & until the morning light 🍷THE DEAD GAME🍷

Sunday, January 29, 2017

WE'RE HERE!



WE’RE HERE!
The Dead are rising from the smoke.
They will be walking the streets of Oasis.
Be careful to hide in your homes.
You wouldn’t want to meet them
on the deserted streets.
They will be hell to pay.
For hell will take you as
one of their own.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
http://www.amazon.com/author/susanneleist
WE’RE HERE!
The Dead are rising from the smoke.
They will be walking the streets of Oasis.
Be careful to hide in your homes.
You wouldn’t want to meet them
on the deserted streets.
They will be hell to pay.
For hell will take you as
one of their own.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

http://www.amazon.com/author/susanneleist

A PERFECT DAY TURNS TO HORROR



The perfect seaside paradise.
Oasis, Florida offers white-sand beaches,
blue skies, and tropical breezes.
The soft waves lap at the shore.
Linda and her friends prepare a barbeque
on the beach.
They are having fun—until the waves
and the wind turn violent.
They leave their belongings and run for shelter.
Shelter at the Town Hall, which had withstood
all past disasters.
However, this time it isn’t strong enough.
Lightning and thunder hit around them.
Debris flies through the air, past the
building’s tall windows.
Lightning hits the building.
Stones fly from its walls.
Dark shadows crash through
its windows.
Flying shadows with bodies of bats, and
to Shana’s horror, human heads.
One lifts her by her hair, its sharp
talons digging into her scalp.
She knows that they are in real
trouble this time.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
http://www.amazon.com/author/susanneleist
http://barnesandnoble.com/w/the-dead-game-susanne-leist/1116825442?ean=2940148410881
The perfect seaside paradise.
Oasis, Florida offers white-sand beaches,
blue skies, and tropical breezes.
The soft waves lap at the shore.
Linda and her friends prepare a barbeque
on the beach.
They are having fun—until the waves
and the wind turn violent.
They leave their belongings and run for shelter.
Shelter at the Town Hall, which had withstood
all past disasters.
However, this time it isn’t strong enough.
Lightning and thunder hit around them.
Debris flies through the air, past the
building’s tall windows.
Lightning hits the building.
Stones fly from its walls.
Dark shadows crash through
its windows.
Flying shadows with bodies of bats, and
to Shana’s horror, human heads.
One lifts her by her hair, its sharp
talons digging into her scalp.
She knows that they are in real
trouble this time.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

http://www.amazon.com/author/susanneleist
http://barnesandnoble.com/w/the-dead-game-susanne-leist/1116825442?ean=2940148410881

Saturday, January 28, 2017

THE SNOW IS BLACK


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A town where the snow is black,
bringing coldness and fear.
Old remnants of tears held back,
and times too hard to bear.
Woven from black sheets of rain,
fear covers in disarray.
Anguished and frozen with pain,
dark petals fall in dismay.
Hell has come to Oasis,
The Dead and gone at its side.
Now hidden behind faces
that are well-known far and wide.
Who will fall prey to The Dead?
I hope it is not me.
I’m hiding under my bed.
I’m afraid as I can be.
THE DEAD GAME
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A LITTLE MAGIC





A LITTLE MAGIC
All we need is a little magic
to bring our fantasies to life.
A little fairy dust
to capture our hidden desires.
A little sprinkle of pink
to brighten our dreary days.
Puff.
You’re gone.
I’m in fantasy land.

OUT OF THIS FOREST





Take me out of this forest,
Out of this tangled mess.
Away from my demons,
Who haunt me at night.
I can see the light ahead,
A beacon of light shining bright.
A view of sand and ocean,
And better times ahead.

NIGHT



  1. Tigers pace in their cages.
    Waiting to be set free.
    Roars fill the basement.
    Leashes jangle against bars.
    This cannot be happening.
    This cannot be so.
    No way are there tigers
    in the basement below.



  2. A swarm of bats.
    Circling our heads.
    Nowhere to run.
    Nowhere to hide.
    A cave in a house.
    How can that be?
    In Oasis, Florida,
    Anything can be.


  3. by ehsan-safavie

    He comes in the night.
    Ready for the fight.
    He’ll slay us alive.
    No one will survive.
    His eyes burn blood red.
    Gleaming in his head.
    He leads The Dead right to me.
    I won’t go on bended knee.
    The creatures will be here.
    Their footsteps are too near.
    I bow my head to pray.
    Let us live one more day.
    THE DEAD GAME

Thursday, January 26, 2017

ROSE BUD


A BudA

A bud so sweet,
It can’t be beat.
Throwing off heat,
Enticing treat.

Its scent draws me near,
Still not feeling fear.
It soon becomes clear,
I shouldn’t be here.

The buzzing becomes loud,
Near my face big and round.
I quickly hit the ground,
Hoping I won’t be found.

The birds are chirping,
And I’m not hurting.
The sun is shining,
My bud is smiling.


TAKE ME AWAY



Take me with you.
To soaring heights.
Above the mundane.
Beyond time and space.
Drifting through the sky.
Through puffy clouds.
Past neighboring birds.
Take me away.

REMEMBER THE JOURNEY



Remember the journey.
Not its end point.
Not its goal.
But the struggle to achieve it.
Look ahead into the distance.
Remember what’s key.
Remember the journey.
For future adventures.
For future battles.
Remember the journey.