TWO-FACED WONDER

TWO-FACED WONDER

Beautiful rose.
Soft and velvety.
Protected by sharp thorns.
Bright in the sunshine.
Dark in the moonlight.
A two-faced wonder.

KILL THEM

And if this doesn’t work,

Kill them with a sharp knife.

Source:gorg-babes

CRY ALONE

rememberless

I cry alone in the dark night.

Lit by a fire from within.

The sun refuses to share light.

Moonlight hits me like a sharp pin.

DICHOTOMY

love-personal

 
DICHOTOMY

Shades of purple and green.

Colors so neat and clean.

Unfolding to the sun.

A shape perfect and fun.

It beckons to come near.

To smell its sweet, green hair.

You reach out to touch it.

In pain you turn from it.

So pretty to the eye.

It holds its sword up high.

Source:aurea

HISS....

via Slobbering Darkness

STOP YELLING AT ME!

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COME TO ME

COME TO ME

The ocean shimmers.
Shades of blues and greens.
Soft ripples.
Lapping waves.
Reflecting the sun’s core.
Glistening.
But here she comes.
The ship to shore.
Too close to the rocks.
Stay clear of the sharp points.
Stay clear of the strong currents.
Come to me.
Come to me safely.

TWO-FACED WONDER

Beautiful rose.
Soft and velvety.
Protected by sharp thorns.
Bright in the sunshine.
Dark in the moonlight.
A two-faced wonder.

BRING INTO FOCUS

Sometimes things don’t feel clear
as I try to bring them into focus.
Everything is fuzzy in my mind.
I want life to have some structure,
some meaning, some reason for living.
Is there a bigger plan?
Am I seeing what I’m supposed to be seeing?
Is there a major plan that we’re supposed to be
following, instead of drifting along in space and time?
I hope so, as I try to bring life into clearer focus.

DEAD IN THE BASEMENT

You are in the basement of End House.
The door locks behind you.
There’s no way out.
You look down and find yourself standing in water.
Water that wasn’t there a minute ago.
From the ceiling, large cages begin to descend.
They have sharp edges, like knives, to better catch
their next victim.
You must dodge the cages to reach the other side.
Circular saws fall from above, looking for heads
to chop off.
You reach the far wall but find three closed doors.
What’s behind these doors?

Read THE DEAD GAME to find out.

http://www.amazon.com/author/susanneleist

http://www.outskirtspress.com/thedeadgame

RED RED ROSE

Like roses that are beautiful on the outside,
but have thorns that can tear the flesh,
so can people appear honest and friendly,
but at the same time,
can be planning your early demise.
Roses have sharp thorns.

NO ESCAPE

TRAPPED

 

 

Where do the lights lead you?
Follow them and you shall see.
The hallway is long and dark.
Closed doors line the walls on either side.
Should we open one?
Let’s try this one.
There are steps leading down
to the basement.
We enter.
The door slams shut.
It’s locked.
We walk down the slippery steps.
Below, we find a pool of water.
Huge cages are falling from above.
They have sharp and pointy edges
that are trying to trap us.
They almost caught one of us.
Now circular saws are descending,
lined up in straight rows.
What do we do now?
This has been one of the many adventures
from the book, The Dead Game.

BEWARE!

I’M COMING TO GET YOU.
BEWARE!
MY LITTLE CLAWS ARE VERY SHARP.