READ A BOOK BY THE SEA

Open the book to see

How much fun it can be

To explore the unknown.

Do I hear a big groan?

Just you wait and see

How right I can be.

TRAVEL WITH ME

From here I can see

the wonderful sea.

I step through the door

and stand at the shore.

The sand is soft beneath my feet.

I’m sure I’ve found a pleasant treat.

Then a metal door swipes across the sky,

removing the sunshine from the blue sky.

Trapped in a replica of my town,

I watch the sand turn a shade of brown.

The longed-for peace won’t be won

since I’ve trusted the wrong one.

PREY FOR THE DEAD

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THE DEAD BY THE SEA

THE DEAD BY THE SEA

Come with me to the pool by the sea.
Oasis is the best place to be.
Relax by the pool or sit by the bar.
Tourists visit this place from near and far.

The sky turns cloudy and dark.
I see shadows by the park.
What’s that standing behind you?
It’s not one shadow but two.

Shadows come ashore.
I won’t wait for more.
Our destiny seems to be in this book.
I’m leaving now without a second look.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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DARK BLUE SEA

I come from the deep sea.

I come only for thee.

There is nowhere I’d rather be

but with you by the dark blue sea.

CONSUMED BY THE SEA

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Wave Breaking Beneath the Pier, Folly Beach, SC

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It is here.

A force to be reckoned.

It grows by the second,

thrashing under the bridge,

leaving death in its wake.

Leave me be.

My dying wish isn’t

to be consumed by the sea.

THE SIREN CALLS

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It waits for me.

Can I do it?

Will I do it?

Should I jump?

Will I jump?

The salt air.

The strong waves.

The wet breeze.

It calls to me.

My siren calls.

I WALK

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Purple sprays my face.

Orange blinds my eyes.

Ice coats my toes.

Salt whips my hair.

I shut my eyes and walk.

My heels dig into the wet sand.

I move deeper into the water.

Waves attack my shivering body.

I waver for a moment.

Then I continue my journey.

I slit my eyes open.

The sky burns red.

The sun has lowered its face.

I stand in icy water in muted colors of amber.

Time to return to the shore.

Or not.

I continue to walk.

RISING FROM THE DEEP

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From under the sea

they have come for me.

Rising from the deep

they come when I sleep.

Through the small town, they roam,

looking for a new home.

Blending with tourists at day,

but at night they get to play.

Bloodthirsty as they are,

they don’t have to go far.

They take sustenance within reach,

leaving dead bodies on the beach.

Tourists flee the hotel

before they’re doomed to hell.

The evil one walks tall.

Our town will surely fall.

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THE DARK SEA

He lights my fire to take me higher.

The town’s on fire, set by the sire.

He comes tonight for the big fight.

He comes for me from the dark sea.

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SUMMERTIME

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summertime

I float in a swimming pool.

I feel relaxed and cool.

A breeze fills the air.

No one else swims near.

Two leaves drift beside me.

I turn my head to see.

Two whales grin back at me.

I’m in the big blue sea.

I jump into the pool.

I feel like a fool.

My mind played tricks on me.

I’m an author, you see.

FLOW OF NATURE

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“Isotonic Jacuzzi Process” serie by VALERIS

The sea flows through me.

I’m part of it you see.

Water fills my cells.

It rings all my bells.

Sunlight keeps me warm.

Nature is true to form.

It protects us.

It nurtures us.

We’re all connected.

No less is expected.

THE EDGE

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A walk to the edge.

A dip in the ocean.

A dive into the unknown.

It will soon cover me

With its soothing wetness.

Am I ready?

I’M FREE

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Floating in the dark of night

After birds have taken flight.

Out in the sea, I drift alone

Where no one else dares to roam.

Tears fall upon my face

As they increase their pace.

I am flooded with grief and despair.

I free my braid and cut chunks of hair.

I don’t need to be a beauty anymore.

He’s walked out of the proverbial door.

I am free to drift with the night or

Visit the depths of the ocean floor.

No one searches for me.

I take a step, I’m free.