Showing posts with label shiver. Show all posts
Showing posts with label shiver. Show all posts

Sunday, November 24, 2019

ALONE WITH THE SNOW



Night Walk – {by Tiina Törmänen} | {Official WebSite}


A walk in the dark.
Alone in the park.
The cold creeps.
The trees shiver.
The falling snow whispers.
The stars sparkle.
No voices.
No noises.
Alone with the snow
And the bitter cold.

Sunday, November 18, 2018

WASH AWAY MY PAIN




Please wash away my sorrow and pain.
Let it flow down the streets with the rain.
Dissolved in torrents of despair and sadness,
Joining others on its way past the madness.
The ocean may take it far away
To places, we cannot even say,
Where no one recognizes its sting 
Or knows the infliction it can bring.
Let the rain grow harder with its might,
Becoming hail on this fateful night.
I want to be free of all traces
Of unwanted feelings and faces.
My body grows cold from the rain.
It stands clean and free from the pain.
Shivers create a path on my spine
As I wait in the dark woods of pine.

I hold my head high to the wet spray;
It becomes a mist of blue and grey.
The faucet has turned off for the night,
Leaving me feeling clean and so right.

Monday, May 22, 2017

ALIVE

Sascha Schneider (German, 1870–1927), Eichenwald auf Ruegen (Oak Forest on Ruegen Island), 1925 

The forest grows dark.
It has come alive.
Wooden arms reach for me.
Roots uncurl from the ground.
Trees shake and dance
to the moans of the wind.
Dark shadows follow me.
Moonlight teases me.
I’m trapped in hell,
where the sun doesn’t shine.
THE DEAD GAME


Monday, January 16, 2017

A NIP IN THE AIR



A nip in the air.
A chill in my bones.
The Dead will be here.
And in our own homes.

Palm trees will shiver.
The whole ground will quake.
Up from the river.
Or the nearest lake.

Take me far away.
From this creepy place.
Let us run and pray.
Make an about face.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

Tuesday, August 23, 2016

THE MIST



The mist follows me
through the dark forest.
It leaves cold fingerprints
on my shivering body.
The moon hides its face
from the evil below.
Stars lose their sparkle
as The Dead walk the night.
I must reach the town
before I become one of them.
Walkers of the night.
Demons of the first order.
THE DEAD GAME
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Sunday, October 18, 2015

WASH AWAY MY PAIN AND SORROW



Please wash away my sorrow and pain.
Let it flow down the streets with the rain.
Dissolved in torrents of despair and sadness,
Joining others on its way past the madness.

The ocean may take it far away,
To places we cannot even say.
Where no one recognizes its sting
Or knows the infliction it can bring.

Let the rain grow harder with its might,
Becoming hail on this fateful night.
I want to be free of all traces
Of unwanted feelings and faces.

My body grows cold from the rain.
It stands clean and free from the pain.
Shivers create a path down my spine,
As I wait in the dark woods of pine.

I hold my head high to the wet spray.
It becomes a mist of blue and grey.
The faucet has turned off for the night,
Leaving me feeling clean and so right.