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Waiting for the night to fall.
You’ll be mine once and for all.
THE DEAD GAME
ALL MINE
Month: April 2016
THE DEAD POOL
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The sun hides its face.
Silence reigns supreme.
The winds pick up their pace.
Palm trees shake their leaves.
The hotel stands deserted.
Flapping sounds fill the air.
Dark shadows join the fray.
I can see his icy stare.
THE DEAD GAME
NATURE’S THRALL
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Source:valerie-giI look out at the sea so pure.
A vision of delight and more.
Setting sun is coming down.
But there’s no reason to frown.
I could see the ocean floor.
Look at me I’m out the door.
The sun may be gone for the day.
The moon will soon be here to play.
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A fantasy come to life.
Waves of purple and pink.
Carpeting of green.
Fragrance of heaven.
A bench for dreaming.
The fantasy has come to me.
Butterlies & Flowers!
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Butterlies & Flowers!
Today was butterfly day! I got these three butterflies within a half an hour on our butterfly bushes.
Tiger swallow tail.
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Red Admiral.
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American Painted Lady.
The Holler is ablaze with blossoms. The gladioli are blooming!
So is the hardy blue sage.
Happy June from The Holler!
WAVES RUSH IN
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The waves rush in.
Looking for the shore.
Sand to sink into.
Feet to lash onto.
They seek the land.
Rocks to wear into.
Docks to rock and roll.
The waves rush in.
Let’s join in their play.
TODAY’S TRICK OR TREAT
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Each day I post about pictures I find online. I try out new ways to write. I have fun with it. I hope you do too.
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Ring my bell.
I will come to you.
Dressed in lace.
Blue hair fluffed.
Lips pursed.
Silly or sensual?
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Juliette
HAPPINESS
Happiness is a secret.
Happiness is a treat.
Happiness is a book.
What is it for you?
I have a gift for you.
For you and no one else.
It comes in a black bottle.
Elaborate script on the front.
Please accept my gift.
Close your eyes.
And open your mouth.
DEATH METAL 2012 A by MACKOUSKOSK
My closet holds memories.
It hides my deepest secrets.
It can be dark and dreary.
It can ooze life’s nectar.
I should close the door.
I should never look back.
But I can’t stop myself.
I need to see it once more.
What does your closet hold?
I STILL LOVE YOU
I’m over here.
I can smell your fear.
You won’t be alone.
I can hear your moan.
I’ll be rising soon.
On the next full moon.
We’ll rise from down under.
On lightning and thunder.
You will not recognize me.
I’ll be different you see.
My new body is strong.
Now do not get me wrong.
I still love you, my dear.
Of that please have no fear.
THE DEAD GAME continues
THE LIGHTHOUSE
“Come back to me my sweet.
Take a break from the heat.
An afternoon in a cool retreat.
We could make our own special heat.”
The wood door rattles and creaks open wide.
I hesitate before I walk inside.
The small room is as dark as night.
I begin to tremble with fright.
Maybe I should leave this place.
The door slams shut in my face.
I hear the voice in the air
Telling me, “what fair is fair.”
I intruded on this secret room
And so I won’t be leaving too soon.
THE DEAD AND GONE
THE DEAD AND GONE
A town where the snow is black,
bringing coldness and fear.
Old remnants of tears held back,
and times too hard to bear.
Woven from black sheets of rain,
fear covers in disarray.
Anguished and frozen with pain,
dark petals fall in dismay.
Hell has come to Oasis,
The Dead and gone at its side.
Now hidden behind faces
that are well-known far and wide.
Who will fall prey to The Dead?
I hope it is not me.
I’m hiding under my bed.
I’m afraid as I can be.
THE DEAD GAME
DARKNESS DESCENDS
DARKNESS DESCENDS
With a defiant roar,
Darkness descends this night.
Slithering through the grass,
It prepares for the fight.
A fight to the death for some;
Others a fight for what’s right.
The town waits with bated breath,
Sides position for the fight.
The evil one leads the way,
A greater force held at bay.
Wolf walks into the clearing,
Soon others will join the fray.
He has come for me this night,
A shadowy form flits by.
It takes on his dreaded form,
Scooping me up to the sky.
We fly high above it all,
Rooftops passing in a rush.
I soon find myself falling
And landing on a thick bush.
I wake up in my own bed,
Happy I’m alive and free.
I fear for the dreaded night
When Wolf does come for me.
THE DEAD GAME
SUSANNE LEIST 