TAKE A CHANCE

 

ANDERS KRISÁR

An open door waits for you.

Take a chance and walk right through.

Mist envelopes your thin frame.

Time to play a nasty game.

The fog clears, and chess pieces wait

for you to ride through heaven’s gate.

You rub your eyes in disbelief

as you sigh in happy relief.

The sun was playing with your eyes.

Now you see a rainbow of pies.

This can’t be happening, you see.

I’m in bed as the sun breaks free.

A brand new day yawns wide and clear.

I’m safe and have nothing to fear.

MEAN KITTY

Heathers Animations

 

Are you surprised?

Well, so am I.

I didn’t expect you.

Don’t open strange doors.

Now, go away.

Meow.

ICY COLD

Ice Fire

Cold.

Icy cold.

My toes feel numb.

My fingers tingle.

The wind howls.

Sleep tempts me.

But I must continue.

The view waits for me.

A few more steps.

Silence wraps its arms around me.

I raise my face to the sky.

The colors take my breath away.

PERFECT

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Portovenere, Italy ~ Luca Libralato

Brush strokes of blue and gray

to fill in the puffy clouds.

Crayon swipes of teal and aquamarine

to meet the neverending horizon.

Each wave swell of purest white

rises from the depths of dark blue.

My fingers reach for the canvas.

My eyes travel to the brushes.

I shake my head.

No painting is needed.

No copy will diminish the essence 

of a perfect summer day at the shore.

PRESENCE

I’m here.

For you.

A LITTLE MURDER

 (Source: darkness-denise-soul)

The mind can be a strange place.

It can create dark stories.

With monsters and demons.

A little murder and mayhem.

Skulls and bones for decoration.

Maybe your cup of tea is blood.

Your coffee carries poison.

Let your mind roam the darkness.

And maybe beyond.

SEND ME THE SUN

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Amazing Grace by Phil Koch

Shine upon us.

Warm our leafy bodies.

Light our faces.

Brighten our days.

Each day we wait for you.

RED SUNSET

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Cape Cod July 2013_-60 (by jackfrench)

Sunset brings shadows with the night.

Birds of prey take off in dark flight.

Hues of red fill the night air.

High-pitched howls sound too near. 

Residents hide behind locked doors.

Is that blood seeping through the floors?

The forest rumbles with song and laughter.

Night parties filled to every rafter.

Limousines line the path to the glass house

Glass statues watch them, quiet as a mouse.

Dancing halts at the strike of midnight,

Twirling figures freeze in the moonlight.

THE DEAD GAME

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BLUE BED

Source:yoursummerdreamz

A bed of flower.

A fragrant power.

Petals in my face.

Such a perfect place.

I’ll soon be asleep.

So don’t make a peep.

ONE WINDOW

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One window among many.

One window to the world.

Watching the darkness.

Alone.

Waiting.

Open to the darkness.

Waiting for something.

Or someone.

RING THOSE BELLS

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konwalie by BaxiaArt

Bells to ring in the summer.

Tiny lights to brighten the day.

A fragrance to calm the mighty.

Soothing music for the senses.

WELCOME TO END HOUSE

Welcome to End House.

Step inside.

The party is about to begin.

Let me show you the way.

Where is everyone, you ask?

They’re here.

Can’t you hear them?

THE DEAD GAME

CREATURES FROM HELL

Take cover.

End House holds evil.

Within the walls.

Hidden in the dark basement.

Windows shatter.

Creatures attack.

No one is safe from The Dead.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

ICE COLD FEAR

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How did I come to be here?

Cold wrapped around me in fear.

No matter how far I walk.

I could hear them move and talk.

Muttering curses on me.

But faces I cannot see.

They surround me on each side.

There’s nowhere for me to hide.

I must get out of here soon.

Before the next full moon.

THE DEAD GAME

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