Thursday, January 17, 2019

SWIRLING COLORS


Friday, January 11, 2019

WHITE BLANKET


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Look to the glowing skies,
Magic before my eyes.
Snow flutters to the ground
Without even a sound.
Masking the dirt with white,
So pretty and so bright.
I hope it can remain this way,
A blanket for one more day.

BOOKSTORES


DREAM A LITTLE DREAM



Dream a little dream for me.
Soar to the clouds and
Join your colorful friends.
Spread a little fairy dust.
Follow your dreams
To far away lands.
Dream a little dream for me.

DARKNESS


horror
Can you see it?
Can you feel it?
It waits in the shadows
For the perfect moment.
When the moon rides high,
It makes its entrance.
A cry is heard.
A soft whimper.
Then it’s gone
Until tomorrow night.


Tuesday, January 8, 2019

SILENCE


The silence moves.
Its breath cold 
on my neck.
It watches
and waits for a sound.
It drifts closer,
then surrounds me.
Once it hears any sound,
it will silence me
forever.

STAND AND FIGHT


  

No one can hear 
our screams of fear.
As the clock strikes midnight
we prepare to take flight.
Soon human blood will pour.
There’s nothing left to live for
unless we stand and fight
with all our hearts and might.
THE DEAD GAME

LOST IN TIME





Once regal.
Once opulent.
Dancing in the moonlight.
Beneath crystal chandeliers.
Now crumbling.
Soon to be dust.
Moments lost in time.
Never heard from again.
A place of desolation.
Stairs leading to nowhere.
For no one.

TEMPT ME



He’s back.
How could this be?
I should have known.
He will never rest easy.
Without me to torment.
Without me in his arms.
A door opens.
He tempts me with sunshine.
His hand reaches for me.
My skin tingles from his touch.
I turn away and
Run from his sweet words.
His spirit envelopes me with coldness.
He whispers promises in my ear.
He will come for me tonight.
He will appear in a new package.
I will be prepared and ready.
I will not be fooled again.
The Dead won’t win.
THE DEAD GAME

I WELCOME THEE




Clean me.
Snow on me.
Wet my hair.
Fall on my eyelids.
Drench my body.
Whiten the streets.
I welcome thee
into my heart and soul.

THE NEXT DIMENSION


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Step into my world.
Demons who walk the nights.
The doorway waits.
Step into the next dimension.
Where dreams become reality.
Horror replaces the mundane.
Welcome to The Dead Game.
Your dreams will belong to us.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

A DEAFENING SILENCE




Desolate.
Alone.
Empty.
No neighbors.
The wind rattles my walls.
Snow layers my roof.
No peace.
Cold.
Icicles hang low.
A deafening silence.
Will winter end?
Will the horses return?
I wait and hope.