ESCAPE THE ORDINARY

Escape the ordinary.

Conquer new frontiers.

Pursue adventures.

Read a book.

You won’t be disappointed.

RAINDROPS ON MY MIND

Raindrops on my mind.
A feeling of cleanliness.
How can we resist its pull?
It draws us to the window.
To watch its majestic descent.
It washes away all dirt and impurities.
Wash me.
Make me fresh and new.
Who can ask for anything more?

THE FALLEN

Sherbrooke Forest | By Penny Whetton

 

The trees have been hurt,

Scarred by the recent storm.

Their leaves have fallen,

Fallen soldiers of nature’s war.

Without a proper burial,

No one will mourn for them.

New leaves will soon sprout

And take their place.

The cycle will continue

Through time and space.

THE RAIN

A feeling of cleanliness.

Let the water rain down on me.

I can’t resist its pull.

It draws me to the window.

I watch its majestic descent to earth.

It washes away all dirt.

The impurities left behind by humanity.

Wash me.

Clean me.

Make me feel fresh once again.

RAINDROPS ON MY MIND

Raindrops on my mind.
A feeling of cleanliness.
How can we resist its pull?
It draws us to the window
to watch its majestic descent to earth.
It washes away all dirt and impurities.
The dirt left by humanity.
Wash me.
Make me fresh and new once again.
Who can ask for anything more?

A NEW BEGINNING

A NEW BEGINNING

The rain hits the puddles

in staccato rhythm.

A constant 

and mesmerizing sound.

Tree branches hang low,

weighed down with water.

Flowers lift their shiny faces

for their morning washing.

The cold, crisp rain

refreshes and renews.

The clouds dry out.

The sun returns

to brighten the day.

The air smells clean.

A new day dawns.

A new beginning.

A NEW BEGINNING

The rain hits the puddles in staccato rhythm.
A constant and mesmerizing sound.
Tree branches hang low--weighed down with water.
Flowers lift their shiny faces for their washing.
The cold, crisp rain refreshes.
The clouds dry out.
The sun returns to brighten the day.
The air smells fresh and clean.
A new day dawns.
A new beginning.

MY FAVORITE REVIEW

Absolutely Addicting!

 

The Dead Game by Susanne Leist

 

I’ve had this book in my Kindle for a while but hadn’t gotten a chance to read until last weekend. My eyes stayed glued to the page even though I was fighting sleep I couldn’t put it down. Susanne Leist has a vivid and wild imagination!

The Troubled Oyster

Elle Klass Author of As Snow Falls

Review

Susanne Leist debut novel The Dead Game is a gripping, terror filled read from the opening! 

Linda moves to the small, quaint ocean front town  Oasis located along Northern Florida’s coastline. She paints a picturesque scene reminding me of Neptune Beach or any beach further North, I’m a North Florida resident, with the exception of the hill but it’s a book and anything can happen and in this fabulous read it does. As breathtaking as Oasis is the town is full of evil. Protagonist Linda opens a small bookstore and makes friends with all the other young adults in town. There is a distinct separation between the young and the older residents who live on the hill and have creepy green windows. All the young townsfolk are invited to a party at End House, the ultra creepy house at the end of the hill. The spooky fun and games begin here.

The Dead Game is filled with nonstop surprises that kept my toes curled. When I thought they had solved and ended one dilemma another popped up. Deadly twists and turns wreak havoc on the residents of Oasis as supernatural creatures play horrifying games.

Did I mention the vampires? I love supernatural reads and don’t want to read something that’s been done before. Susanne’s take on vampires is fresh and new but you’ll have to read to know. She takes the age old vampire legend and turns it into something I’ve never read before piquing my intrigue. I don’t believe in giving away spoilers but I will say this novel is left with a cliffhanger that has me hungering for a sequel.

Absolutely addicting!

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TRAPPED

TRAPPED

Trapped inside myself.
Trapped with my insecurities.
Afraid to break free.
Free to try new things.
To be a different person.
Can it be done?
It will be painful.
Breaking the glass walls around me.
Too much broken glass and blood.
But I can do it.
I will do it.
Goodbye to doubters.
Hello to new me.

PARADISE

ahumblemagic:
American Book Center, Amsterdam

PARADISE
To some,
paradise has beaches and sun.
To others,
it might have snow and trails.
But to me,
paradise is a good book.
There’s nothing like the feel,
the smell,
the excitement
of opening a new book.
Inside,
there are worlds to explore
and people to meet.
Open a book,
and live a life
like no other.

A SPARK

A SPARK

A spark
is all that is needed
to start a fire.
A word
is all that is needed
to write a story.
An idea
is all that is needed
to create something new.
Keep the spark alive.

Let it burn.

Let it burn free.

FRESH AND NEW

flowersgardenlove:

Fresh and new.
Fragrant and pretty.
Ready to bud.
Slightly green.
But eager.
Eager for the sunshine.
Eager for the morning dew.
Eager for life.
The perfect way to be.
Good morning pretty flowers.

IT'S ALIVE!

lifeisthefight:


The mind is alive.
It grows each day.
New cells are born.
New sprouts of ideas.
Old ones are buried.
Fresh blooms as replacements.
Roots extending and reaching.
For new hopes and dreams.
For new experiences.
Let in with the new
and out with the old.
The mind is alive.
Let it grow and be nurtured.

PRANCING AND PLAYING

halftimeprincess:


The snow can be beautiful.
It can be white and clean.
Horses prancing in its white down.
Snow flakes falling from the cold sky.
Children dressing warm to play.
Yes, snow can be beautiful.
Beautiful when it’s fresh and new.

DOOR TO NOWHERE

Some days you want to escape
to a place far away.
Meet new people,
Leave old baggage behind.
Open the proverbial door
to see if the grass is greener
on the other side.
But most of the time it isn’t.
A door balanced at the edge of a pier
might not be holding the answers to your dreams.
Home may be the place that has had the answers all along. 

RAINDROPS ON MY MIND

Raindrops on my mind.
A feeling of cleanliness.
How can we resist its pull?
It draws us to the window
to watch its majestic descent to earth.
It washes away all dirt and impurities.
The dirt left by humanity.
Wash me.
Make me fresh and new once again.
Who can ask for anything more?

OPEN A BOOK

emcn-blog:
City Reading

A book can be read anywhere.
All you need is a spot to sit.
Words will take you to new places and people.
You will never know what you might find
unless you open a book.

A NEW DAY

Rain washes away all impurities.
It leaves the ground fresh and new.
The fragrance of grass and flowers
floats in the clean air.
A good time to create and write.
A good time to start anew.
A new day for all.

LET YOUR MIND GO!

Journey into the deep recesses of your mind.
Don’t take life at face value.
Let your mind and imagination soar to new heights.
Life won’t seem as mundane as before.
You will find new adventures, places, and people.
Maybe even a better reason for living and life.
Don’t hold back—let your mind go!

NEW LIFE EMERGES

In the midst of darkness and despair,
life emerges.
Life is persistent.
It continues on despite
death and misfortune.
It can always be counted upon
to bring forth new light.