FOLLOW THE CURIOUS

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The cobblestones glisten

under the moonlight.

Gravestones peek out

in the heavy fog.

Moans sweep the winds

that rustle the lifeless trees.

A gate stands open

to welcome the curious.

Footsteps draw closer

to my hiding place.

A cloaked figure enters

the home of the dead.

It disappears inside a mausoleum

with a lone angel standing guard.

Goosebumps riddle my body

as I inch forward from my spot.

I can’t stand the suspense.

I must find the meeting place

of the dead and gone.

THE DEAD GAME

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FOLLOW THE CURIOUS

FOLLOW THE CURIOUS

The cobblestones glisten

under the moonlight.

Gravestones peek out

in the heavy fog.

Moans sweep the winds

that rustle the lifeless trees.

A gate stands open

to welcome the curious.

Footsteps draw closer

to my hiding place.

A cloaked figure enters

the home of the dead.

It disappears inside a mausoleum

with a lone angel standing guard.

Goosebumps riddle my body

as I inch forward from my spot.

I can’t stand the suspense.

I must find the meeting place

of the dead and gone.

THE DEAD GAME

Kindle​

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Nook

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HIDING BY BEING GREEN

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I’m hiding by being green.

On this leaf I won’t be seen.

My orange eyes are watching you.

But yours can’t see me in the dew.

WHO WALKS THE NIGHT?

Who walks the night?
On silent feet.
Down the cobblestone path.
Between the sleeping windows.
Where no one else treads.
Why is he out so late?
Wonders the woman.
Alone at her window.
Fear rippling down her spine.
Has he come for me?
Is my time up?
I must hide.
He's coming closer.
His footsteps have stopped.
Can he see me,
behind my curtains?
Can he sense me?
I do not know.
For the creatures of the night
have special senses.
Special powers.
I hope he hasn't come for me.

THE DEAD GAME

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DO YOU LIKE WHAT YOU SEE?

Do you like what you see
in the mirror every morning?
Is it revealing a hidden secret,
buried deep inside yourself?
A horror that no one can ever see.
A feeling.
A thought.
So repulsive that
it must never see
the light of day.
Keep it hidden behind
your pretty face.
For no one to ever suspect.
What are you hiding?

A SECRET PLACE

A secret place.
A place to hide.
To call your own.
Far from the madding crowd.
To think.
Perhaps to dream.
Of better times.
Of better lives.
Of choices.
Important decisions.
To escape.
Into the darkness.
Of your own mind.
And be you.

THE NIGHT COMES

The night comes soft and quiet.
Dragging its feet.
Lurking in alleys and hallways.
Hiding its long tresses.
Come to me, night.
Come to me, now.
I can’t wait anymore.
Your time on earth is limited.
Enter my domain.
A domain filled with darkness.
Filled with spirits, holding
their pent-up breaths for you.
Yes, come closer.

AFTER THE STORM

The winds have taken their victims.
Tree limbs are scattered across the grass.
A quiet descends upon the land.
Animals begin to peek out from
their hiding places.
Birds begin to chirp in unison,
happy to be free again.
The earth regenerates itself,
preparing for the new day.
Soon the sun will shine.
The clouds will clear.
And all will be right
with the world once more.

CAN YOU SEE ME NOW?

I am hiding.
I am shy.
I am camouflaged.
No one will ever find me.
Except for maybe the fly,
who insists on buzzing around me.
The sun has spotted my spots
with its rays of sunshine.
The bird is eying me with 
its black eyes.
But otherwise,
I’m safely hidden from sight.
Hidden from humans.
What am I?
Could you tell what I am?

PERCEPTION

Do you feel like you have a separate person inside?
A different person than the one portrayed to the world?
Do you feel young with an older person peeking out?
Or are you an old person with a younger one inside?
I’ve always felt like the same little girl inside.
My body ages but inside I’m the same.
I have the same thoughts and feelings.
I might deal with them in a more mature manner
but maybe not.

THE CLOSED DOOR

WHAT IS BEHIND THE DOOR?
THE DOOR THAT OPENS TO END HOUSE.
A PARTY IS AWAITING US,
OR MAYBE SOMETHING ELSE IS WAITING
BEHIND THE CLOSED DOOR.

THE DEAD GAME--DAY 39

     The remainder of the town’s original residents lived in

the middle section of the mountain. These homes were accessible only by a small side road, leading from Reece’s house. They were more modest in structure and size than the homes higher up the hill. Reece’s closest neighbor was Hank, who owned a white cottage with dark-tinted green windows. Shirley’s majestic house with round turrets and green sparkling windows was located farther down the same side road. Beyond Shirley’s house, the narrow side road dipped down to wind past the unusual triangular-shaped home of Minnie and Frank, which was made of dark-green glass and metal.

IN THE SHADOWS

WHAT IS HIDING IN THE SHADOWS?

Do you see a person?
Do you hear something or someone?
Is that the wind crying?
I’m getting out of here.

IN THE DARK

Susanne Leist

CREEPY FOREST.
WHAT LIES BEYOND THOSE TREES?
COME WITH ME AND FIND OUT.

IS IT REAL OR AN ILLUSION?

REAL OR ILLUSION?

NO PEEKING

HERE’S LOOKING AT YOU.

(Source: morgondagg)