FEEL THE GREEN

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FEEL THE GREEN

A seat on a bench is what I seek,

But a veil of green taunts for a peek.

It pulls me deeper into the maze.

I follow in a dark kind of daze.

Squawks and shrieks call to me

As I try to break free.

Branches wrap tight around my neck.

On my cheek, I feel a light peck.

I look up to eyes so blue and true.

I cannot believe it’s only you.

I’m in my bed safe and sound

With no horror to be found.

THE LONE ECHO

THE STAIRCASE

I close my eyes to sleep,

and what do I see?

The stairs from my

elementary school.

I  hear children’s voices

as they dash to their classes.

I hear their shouts

as they run to the basement for lunch.

I can’t see their faces

but only hear their voices.

All I can see is the empty staircase,

the lone echo of my childhood.

DANCE FOR ME

DANCE FOR ME

Rise up through the air.
Lift your fins.
Your pointy face to the sky.
Dance for me.

Let the water flow.
Back into the ocean.
But keep yourself in the air.
Dance for me.

Give me your wicked smile.
A little laugh.
Show me your endless joy.
Dance for me.

I want to see your special dance.
A clap or two.
A little twist for me.
Dance for me.

THE JOURNEY

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I reach for it.

I close my fingers.

But I can’t catch it.

It filters through.

Continuing on its journey.

Nothing can stop it.

Nothing can hold it.

MASK

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The mask has cracked.

I can’t keep it together.

A fight to be perfect.

A battle to be accepted.

The mask has cracked.

Game over.

THE NEWS

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The news can be deadly.

It can be lethal.

Dangerous to your health.

A fire never quenched.

A LOVE PECK?

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I walk quickly this night

from who lurks out of sight.

The wind gives a whistle and a sigh

as strands of my hair begin to fly.

The moon hides its face.

I pick up my pace.

Shadows surround me.

Footsteps behind me.

Hands around my neck.

Is that a love peck?

He is taking my blood.

I die in a red flood.

THE DEAD GAME

THE PERFECT HUE

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beneath the sea floor

THE PERFECT HUE

The road extends to the sea,

where creatures can roam free.

Blue tinges the sky and flowers,

an indigo of dark powers.

The town lies ahead,

where I’ll lay my head.

Dreams will take me away

to a place with no gray.

Only bright colors for my day

in this new place, I want to stay.

Fear not the witches in the night,

but enjoy each day as you might.

An Oasis waits now for you,

a rainbow in a perfect hue.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist 

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AN ARTIST’S PALETTE

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AN ARTIST’S PALETTE

Nature leaves an artist’s imprint

on all that it reaches.

Waves of the ocean can appear

in the coldest reaches.

Nature’s colorful palette

extends from the sky to beaches.

We might try to copy nature’s soft stroke,

but we must listen to what it teaches.

BE STILL MY BEATING HEART

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Is your heart beating?

Is it beating too fast?

Do you feel trapped?

That is because you are.

You’re standing in a pool of water

in the basement of the deserted house.

A party without a host or guests.

The door behind you locks.

The only way is forward.

Cages with sharp edges

descend from the ceiling.

Circular saws follow.

Run for your life!

The owner of End House takes no prisoners.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

OPEN THE DOOR

Open the door to fantasies,
to new worlds,
to new beginnings,
and a life worth living.

A door to your imagination
where words flow like water,
ideas ride the tides,
and stories take flight.

A door to your heart
where love soars,
the sun shines overhead,
and lovers are set free.

A door to possibilities
where mysteries abound,
your blood may curdle,
and the sky turns dark.

Open the door.

THE DEAD GAME

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BOOK TWO

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I hear the birds in the trees

singing in the warm breeze.

They know who will soon come

to the beat of the drum.

Wolf is back in book two.

He can be me or you

in another body.

He will be somebody

we all know from book one.

He’ll still be The Dead one.

Come and join us in the game.

I promise it won’t be lame. 

THE DEAD GAME