ALIVE

Source:menpale

I am smoke.

I am air.

Watch me fly.

Through the air.

I hold my breath.

Head held high.

You are alive.

And so am I.

A SWIRL OF SMOKE

Lost in a swirl of smoke

as it climbs the night sky.

It dances with the wind

as it reaches up high.

The smoke flickers and shakes

throughout its delicate journey.

Braced against any breath

from the nearby beings’ yearning.

It rises slowly.

Its arms reach up to the moon.

A cold wind wafts past.

It will be there all too soon.

TAKE ME WITH YOU

Take me with you.
We’ll soar to new heights.
Let’s take to the sky
And fly with the birds.
Above the clouds,
Above the mundane.
To a life worth living,
Beyond time and space.
Take me far away.

TO BE OR NOT TO BE

TO BE OR NOT TO BE


To be or not to be a writer.
This has been the hardest question for me.
Should I continue with my pursuit,
Or step away and claim defeat?
One book has been written.
One book is being sold.
It dances around on Amazon and Nook.
It reaches new heights in its niche
And then slowly bows its head in silence.
The highs feel good and lofty,
While the lows feel depressing and sad.
Is it worth it? 
I am told that a writer must keep writing.
More books to dance around.
More highs and lows.
Should I keep doing this?
Will I keep doing this? 
Yes, for now
As I wait for the next high. 

THE MOON’S TURN

Source:insane—world 

The sun sets in fire,

Leaving for the day.

Hiding its bright face,

Refusing to stay.

It is the moon’s turn

To bring night to day.

Its white face a grin

As it wants to play.

Stars twinkle and glow

To brighten the sky.

The moon moves away,

Climbing way up high.

PRETTY LIKE ME?

Can anything be as pretty as me?

What about this flower on the tree?

I will fly high to get it.

This hummingbird can reach it.

It tastes so good in my tummy.

Who knew it would be so yummy?

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HAPPY

stefanieshank

Sitting on my cotton ball.

High up in the sky.

Raindrops can’t touch me.

I’m up so very high.

MY INTERVIEW ON "WRITE BITCHES" BY KAYTI NIKA RAET

Why I Write What I Write #17: Susanne Leist #WriteBitches

http://writebitches.com/2015/10/19/why-i-write-what-i-write-17-susanne-leist-writebitches/

October 19, 2015 / knrwrites

 

Susanne Leist is a fellow Brooklynite I bumped into after teaming with a bunch of authors for an epic Halloween book party we have planned. Luckily she’s nice enough to allow me to drag her way down deep to my neck of the woods and share with us why she writes what she writes.

♥ ♥ ♥

TO BE OR NOT TO BE

To be or not to be a writer.
This has been the hardest question for me.
Should I continue with my pursuit?
Or step away and claim defeat?
One book written.
One book sold.
It dances around on Amazon and Nook.
It reaches new heights in its niche
And then it slowly bows its head in silence.
The highs feel good and lofty,
While the lows feel depressing and sad.
Is it worth it?
Is it worth the aggravation?
I am told that a writer must keep writing.
More books to dance around.
More highs and lows.
Should I keep doing this? Will I keep doing this?
Yes, for now
As I wait for the next high. 

BIO

I have always loved to read books. My goal has been to write a book different than any other book that I’ve read. And I believe I have accomplished this. The Dead Game has dead bodies and suspects like a traditional murder mystery. However, it also has humans, vampires, and vampire derivatives. It has plenty of romance and thrills. And don’t forget the haunted house–we must have one of these.

BOOK LINKS/ THE DEAD GAME

Amazon

Barnes and Noble

SOCIAL LINKS

http://susanneleist.wordpress.com

https://twitter.com/SusanneLeist

https://www.facebook.com/susanne.leist.98

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7336492.Susanne_Leist

TAKE A JOURNEY WITH ME

TAKE A JOURNEY WITH ME

Take a journey with me.
Far away as can be.
Where the skies are as blue
As is the grass for you.
Where hope reigns blue
And dreams come true.
Where a tree grows bright
With a glowing light.
Stand under its gleaming shade
And your light will never fade.
Keep your spirits up high
And your face to the sky.
Take a journey with me. 
Far away as can be.

TO BE FREE

TO BE FREE

I want to be free.
I need to be free.
To fly far away.
Above all else.

To soar high above.
To peer down.
Through the mighty clouds.
Upon all else.

My wings are spreading.
My head held high.
Feathers to the wind.
Face to the sun.

Goodbye to all.
Goodbye to the mundane.
Goodbye to the everyday.
Goodbye to all else.

FLAP YOUR WINGS

Flap your pretty wings
and take flight.
Leave the masses behind.
Fly high to the sky and above.
Soar through the clouds.
Look down upon us.
At those left behind.
To lead our mundane lives.
Fly high and be happy.

NEVER STOP

Lift your face to the sky.
Pump hard with your feet
as you soar higher.
Higher than you can by
merely standing on the ground.
The world has so much to offer.
So much to see, hear, and feel.
Places to explore.
People to meet.
Never look down.
Just keep reaching
higher and higher.
Never stop.
And never give up.

THE VIEW FROM BELOW

What is the view beneath a bridge?
The bridge soaring high above,
reaching up to the sky.
Visiting clouds on its mighty ascent.
Closer to the twinkling stars at night.
But what about below the bridge?
In the dark shadows of the looming monster.
What secrets lie hidden in the murky water?
Water hidden from the sunlight.
Water kept from the light of the stars.
Are bodies buried below?
Remnants of lives lost on the bridge.
Lives taken by their own hands.
Do you really want to know?
Sometimes the truth is
better kept hidden away.

FLY AWAY

If I could fly a plane,
I would take it high above the clouds
to soar to new heights.
I would look down at the ants below
and marvel at how small and
insignificant they now seem.
Goodbye mere mortals
with your boring jobs.
I won’t be back.
I’ll find a mountaintop
to land upon.
A mountain clear of people
and houses.
Hello Freedom!

SOAR HIGH ABOVE

celestiol:

Rio de Janeiro | by Slobodan Zecevic

Take a ride in the evening sky.
Above the buildings and cars, where
all begins to look smaller and smaller.
Soar high above the people and noise,
listen to the quiet.
And take time to take a deep breath and think.

DREAM ON!

DREAM ON!

whose-responsible-this:

Trame by lathander1987

This is a better place to dream about.
A garden with reindeer and butterflies.
A small waterfall cascading over the rocks.
Birds flying high in the sky.
Dream on!

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splendiferoushoney:

by Wolfgang Harms

This is how my mind feels like now.
A little foggy and confused.
Some place between awake and asleep.
With little green men blowing horns.

SOARING HIGH ABOVE

 

 

 

A MAJESTIC SIGHT.