Wednesday, August 30, 2017


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Wait for the night.
To darken the sky.
In deep shades of red.
To purples fading to black.
Silence follows on gossamer wings.
To quiet uneasy heartbeats.
To soothe roaming beasts.
Wait for the night.
To bring a dark veil on activities.
To unfurl the roaring waves.
Silence is here.
And so is the night.


Longing(Source: postblackmetalsatan)

He fills me with longings.
Cold as the night air.
He flies free in the dark.
But yet he returns for me.
I dare not go to meet him.
In the dark forest at midnight.
I must hold strong and steady.
I must remain with my own kind.
With whom I feel safe and secure.
And never venture into the woods.
To rekindle his dark flame.
I must hold firm and steady.
Or my light will turn to dark.



Nature is a sculpture.
A living, breathing sculpture.
It entices us.
It bemuses us.
It challenges us.
But most of all,
it inspires us.

Moonlit Forest

Moonlit Forest

Walk with me through the moon lit forest.
Let our feet graze the tips of the grass,
never touching down,
held aloft by our love and passion.
Follow me through the endless night
to a land where no man walks.
Only creatures as dark as the sky
dare to venture forth alone.
Love has no bounds or shackles.
We will be free to display our passion,
without retribution from humanity
as long as you remain mine.
Come with me, my ice princess.
Step away from the burning plains,
where the heat burns your soles
and love is hampered by the living.
Wolf holds his hand out for me.
The words flow from him.
His lips never utter a sound
but his meaning as clear as can be.
We can be together forever more.
But the other has followed us to the clearing.
He will try to take me back
and never give up his hold on me.
His eyes burn red with passion.
Fire follows close on his footsteps,
scorching a trail through the grass,
melting his enemy’s cold trail.
They face each other.
Hot and cold from opposite poles,
dueling until the end of time
as they fight to the death.

Tuesday, August 29, 2017

A Desert Landscape

Escape your mind
Source: fascination–infatuation

My mind is a desert landscape,
full of worries and contradictions.
It blasts away any chance of peace,
keeping me awake seeking sleep.
Thoughts are jumbled in the cobwebs,
lining the halls of my utter despair.
Bells ring in these curved walls,
warnings for me to take care.
Once one hole is filled in,
another one soon emerges.
A shovel will not do the job
to keep me safe from my pride.
A better state of mind is needed
to repair the damage already done.
My mind is a desert landscape,
full of worries and contradictions.

Color My World

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Source: frenzyy

Color my world in shades of pink,
so long as I don’t have to think.
Brush more color in strokes of blue,
so I don’t have to think of you.
Add a mist of dark green
until I’m ready to scream.
Throw more colors at me,
but I know what I’ll see.
A world faded to black
until I get you back.

Tuesday, August 22, 2017


Weeping Petals
I can’t touch you.
You are gone.
I must accept this.
There’s no coming back.
No second chances.


The moon passes the sun.
Morning bows out, all done.
Darkness unveils its grim poker hand
to the drum beat of the marching band.

A moment of blackness
brings fears of more darkness.
What if your life was all dark?
The sun never lefts its mark.

The mornings and nights the same,
bringing you mountains of pain.
No relief from the bleak cocoon
like digging your grave with a spoon.

Years fade and turn to dust,
your memory goes bust.
Trapped in walls of despair,
without holes for the air.

Is this living or not?
She is stuck in one spot.
Too afraid to venture outside,
a further blow to her lost pride.

She hides in the nursing home,
where she reaches for the phone.
“Help me,”​ she cries out.
No one can help out.

Lost in her dark cocoon,
where she fits like a spoon.
Waiting for death to take its flight
to a better place in the light.

Monday, August 21, 2017


This morning, I was pleasantly surprised by this spotlight. An excellent way to begin my weekend!
The Dead Game by Susanne Leist
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The Dead Game brings fantasy and the surreal to the simple murder mystery.
After graduating college, Linda Bennett leaves New York for the slower-paced lifestyle of Oasis, Florida. She opens a bookstore and makes new friends. Life is simple that is until the dead body washes up onshore .
She is horrified to learn that dead bodies and disappearing tourists are typical for this small town. Rumors abound of secret parties being held by the original residents in their secluded mansions. Once night falls, the tourist-friendly town becomes a haven for evil and dark shadows. But this is only the beginning.
Linda and the other young residents receive an unsigned invitation to a party at End House, the deserted house in the forest behind town; a house with its own violent history. They are pursued through revolving rooms and dangerous traps, barely escaping with their lives. Two of their own remain trapped inside. Or so they think.
It’s up to Linda and her friends to search out The Dead and find the evil one controlling their once peaceful community. Can they trust the Sheriff and his best friend, Todd?
THE DEAD GAME has begun.
From Susanne Leist:
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I’ve always loved to read. I grew up reading Agatha Christie, Alistair Maclean and so many other authors who filled my imagination with intrigue and mystery. The TV show, Murder She Wrote, kept me entertained when I wasn’t reading late into the night.
Over the years, my taste in books expanded to include the supernatural and paranormal genres, which has been reflected in my selection of shows, such as Supernatural, The Vampire Diaries, and The Originals.
My first book, The Dead Game, is a paranormal suspense/mystery. It brings fantasy and the surreal to the simple murder mystery. It has dead bodies and suspects.
However, it also has humans, vampires, vampire derivatives, and a touch of romance to spice up the mix.
Review by Diane Murier:
The Dead Game never quits. It takes off like a rocket through skies that may or may not be real, and it ends in fantastical possibilities that burrow into the secret earth. But throughout, there’s the mysterious, sexy, brown-eyed Todd and the responsive and curious heroine Linda.
Can they ever get off of the diabolical crazy train long enough to take care of business?
Hmmm. You’ll have to read it for yourself. A town with so many questions raised by a mile of bizarre events is worth a closer look. And creepy mansions are elevated to a new level that supersedes the merely haunted houses of days gone by.
The Dead Game. Humans are invited to the party, but just who or what you will be by its end is part of the gruesome fun. Get the book!


Linda heartache

Heartache is for me.
My heart yearns for thee.
Lies fall so easily from your lips.
They feel salty on my fingertips.
I must remain strong.
I hope I am wrong.
I need proof to trust you once more.
My heart is breaking at its core.
The salty mist soothes me.
The wind caresses me.
But I feel cold deep inside.
I need a safe place to hide.



Do you ever feel alone?
No one listens to you.
No one understands your problems.
Thoughts rumble through your brain
but you have no one to share them with.
I might as well be on a desert island
with only water around me for miles.
A desert island all to myself.


Dark are the nights

The storm approaches the shore.
Dampness fills the air.
Mist sprays against my face.
Thunder rumbles in the distance.
Flashes light the darkening sky.
Yes, I can feel it.​
It’s almost here.
Will I lose myself to it?
Will it bring me down to its depths?
I spread my arms wide.
Lift my head up high.
And let myself fall.
Arms pull me under.
Lips reach for mine.
I’m lost for eternity.
Lost to the rushing wind.
Held prisoner of the ultimate despair.
Partner in pain and sorrow.
The choice is made and done.
I float away with my dear one.
Together we will forge a path
Through darkness and hell
To a heavenly place beyond.



In my heart, I know he is there.
Waiting for me, I have no fear.
Lost him so many years ago.
Tears have finally stopped to flow.
One day I will see his dear face,
But I cannot keep up this pace.
Living day to day without his love.
His warmth had fit me like a glove.
I must accept the sad fact
That he’s never coming back.
He will not be alone anymore.
My parents have now walked through that door.
I can feel him circling from above,
Reassuring me when I need love