THE GREEN

 

The green hides inside

With unspoken pride.

It comes at night,

Growing in might.

A fine mist falls first

As trees drink from thirst.

They swallow the green whole

By forming a deep hole.

As the fairies alight on leaves,

I need out of here, pretty please.

 

 

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TEARS

redlipstickresurrected:
“Olga Akasi aka Ольга Акаси (Ukrainian, b. 1970, Kiev, Ukraine) - Found By Nobody Paintings: Oil on Canvas
”
I cry in the morning.
I cry into the night.
Tears to fill an ocean.
I won’t give up the fight.
I will wait each...

Olga Akasi aka Ольга Акаси (Ukrainian, b. 1970, Kiev, Ukraine) – Found By Nobody  Paintings: Oil on Canvas

 

I cry in the morning.

I cry into the night.

Tears to fill an ocean.

I won’t give up the fight.

I will wait each day.

Bow my head and pray.

You’ll return to me.

I can’t set you free.

 

 

THE BUZZ

thedeadgameblog: “ A BUD A bud so sweet, It can’t be beat. Throwing off heat, Enticing treat. Its scent draws me near, Still not feeling fear. It soon becomes clear, I shouldn’t be here. The buzzing becomes loud, Near my face big and round. I quickly...

 

 

A bud so sweet,

It throws off heat.

Its scent draws me near,

Still not feeling fear.

It soon becomes clear,

I shouldn’t be here.

The buzzing becomes loud.

The fuzzy face too round.

I quickly hit the ground,

Hoping I won’t be found.

The birds are chirping,

And I’m not hurting.

The sun is shining,

My bud is smiling.

 

THE DEAD GAME RETURNS

Rising from below.
From the deep.
Arms reaching.
Voice yearning.
Fish scattering.
Water parting.
Birds crying.
Sun hiding.
Darkness rising.
Face as white as snow.
Eyes mirroring the depths.
Muscles bulging.
He returns to me.
He swims to shore.
The...

 

Rising from below.

From the deep.

Arms reaching.

Voice yearning.

Fish scattering.

Water parting.

Birds crying.

Sun hiding.

Darkness rising.

Face as white as snow.

Eyes mirroring the depths.

Muscles bulging.

He returns to me.

He swims to shore.

The Dead at his back.

 

THE DEAD GAME continues…

Book 2 coming soon.

 

GRIMOIRE

I stare into the dark.
Your future will be stark.
My grimoire burns bright,
flames to a great height.
Death is coming your way.
I bow my head to pray,
“This won’t be a paradise for long,
soon you will be singing a sad song.”
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne...

 

 

I stare into the dark.

Your future will be stark.

My grimoire burns bright,

flames to a great height.

Death is coming your way.

I bow my head to pray,

“This won’t be a paradise for long,

soon you will be singing a sad song.”

 

THE DEAD GAME 

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coiour-my-world:
“ Dark & Stormy by mrjones131 on Flickr.
Grand Cayman
”
A sizzle lights up the night sky.
Followed by thunder up so high.
The black clouds rumble in dismay.
Crumbling like figures of clay.
Red soon joins the purple light.
Gearing up...

Dark & Stormy by mrjones131 on Flickr.

Grand Cayman

 

A sizzle lights up the night sky

Followed by thunder up so high.

The black clouds rumble in dismay,

Crumbling like figures of clay.

Red soon joins the purple light,

Gearing up for a loud fight.

The sea’s quiet below,

Keeping its head down low.

We are in for a charged night

As nature gears for a fight.

 

DANCE IN THE WOODS

 

 

DANCE IN THE WOODS

 

Feel the wind in your hair.

Raise your arms in the air.

Sway in the dark.

Alone in the park.

Dance in the night.

It will give you light.

Dance with the moon.

The sun will rise soon.

Let loose, dance, sway, and bend.

Mother nature is your friend.