THE END IS HERE

I can see in the dark night.

I can see a deadly fight.

The small town is about to fall.

No one will be left here at all.

More shadows come to the town.

One is wearing a gold crown.

The trade winds grow in force.

I’ll meow till I’m hoarse.

Bells ring around us.

I won’t make a fuss.

Time has come to an end.

To The Dead, I won’t bend.

THE DEAD GAME

TWO FACES

This is the real me.

The one behind the mask.

There is a reason to fear.

The Dead will soon be here.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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REGRETS, I HAVE A FEW

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As I fade away,

I think of days gone by.

As I crumble to sand,

I remember the past.

As I shrivel to nothing,

I regret what I’ve done.

But most of all,

I regret what I haven’t.

DANCE BENEATH THE LIGHTS

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Dance beneath the bright lights,

Past the lifelike statues,

Figures entombed in glass,

As the dance floor grows bigger.

The music quickens its beat.

Couples twirl in circles.

The clock strikes midnight.

Let the games begin.

THE DEAD GAME

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AN OPEN BOOK

Can you see my innermost thoughts?

Some people hide their thoughts,

while others show every feeling.

Are you an open book?

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MY SWEET LOVE

 
Come to me, my sweet love.
From the heavens above.
I want to spend life with you.
One heart that will beat like two.

Come with me to our secret place.
I cannot wait to see your face.
Our love is honest and true.
Come to me from the dark blue.

INTO THE WOODS

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Beautiful by Kevin Russ

The woods can be much too dark,

more than a walk in the park.

They can hold secrets so deep

you can see them in your sleep.

The trees can hide the bright sunlight

with shadows lurking in the night.

I wander between the trees,

someone find me, pretty please.

I will make a bed on the forest floor.

I hope nothing knocks at my woodsy door.

Dark surrounds me like a spoon.

I’m soon wrapped in its cocoon.

TAKE A CHANCE

 

ANDERS KRISÁR

An open door waits for you.

Take a chance and walk right through.

Mist envelopes your thin frame.

Time to play a nasty game.

The fog clears, and chess pieces wait

for you to ride through heaven’s gate.

You rub your eyes in disbelief

as you sigh in happy relief.

The sun was playing with your eyes.

Now you see a rainbow of pies.

This can’t be happening, you see.

I’m in bed as the sun breaks free.

A brand new day yawns wide and clear.

I’m safe and have nothing to fear.

MEAN KITTY

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Are you surprised?

Well, so am I.

I didn’t expect you.

Don’t open strange doors.

Now, go away.

Meow.

ICY COLD

Ice Fire

Cold.

Icy cold.

My toes feel numb.

My fingers tingle.

The wind howls.

Sleep tempts me.

But I must continue.

The view waits for me.

A few more steps.

Silence wraps its arms around me.

I raise my face to the sky.

The colors take my breath away.

PERFECT

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Portovenere, Italy ~ Luca Libralato

Brush strokes of blue and gray

to fill in the puffy clouds.

Crayon swipes of teal and aquamarine

to meet the neverending horizon.

Each wave swell of purest white

rises from the depths of dark blue.

My fingers reach for the canvas.

My eyes travel to the brushes.

I shake my head.

No painting is needed.

No copy will diminish the essence 

of a perfect summer day at the shore.

PRESENCE

I’m here.

For you.

A LITTLE MURDER

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The mind can be a strange place.

It can create dark stories.

With monsters and demons.

A little murder and mayhem.

Skulls and bones for decoration.

Maybe your cup of tea is blood.

Your coffee carries poison.

Let your mind roam the darkness.

And maybe beyond.

SEND ME THE SUN

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Amazing Grace by Phil Koch

Shine upon us.

Warm our leafy bodies.

Light our faces.

Brighten our days.

Each day we wait for you.

RED SUNSET

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Cape Cod July 2013_-60 (by jackfrench)

Sunset brings shadows with the night.

Birds of prey take off in dark flight.

Hues of red fill the night air.

High-pitched howls sound too near. 

Residents hide behind locked doors.

Is that blood seeping through the floors?

The forest rumbles with song and laughter.

Night parties filled to every rafter.

Limousines line the path to the glass house

Glass statues watch them, quiet as a mouse.

Dancing halts at the strike of midnight,

Twirling figures freeze in the moonlight.

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