Source:sj0
As I fade away,
I think of days gone by.
As I crumble to sand,
I remember the past.
As I shrivel to nothing,
I regret what I’ve done.
But most of all,
I regret what I haven’t.
REGRETS, I HAVE A FEW
Month: June 2019
TWO FACES
This is the real me.
The one behind the mask.
There is a reason to fear.
The Dead will soon be here.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
Kindle
Nook
THE END IS HERE
I can see in the dark night.
I can see a deadly fight.
The small town is about to fall.
No one will be left here at all.
More shadows come to the town.
One is wearing a gold crown.
The trade winds grow in force.
I’ll meow till I’m hoarse.
Bells ring around us.
I won’t make a fuss.
Time has come to an end.
To The Dead, I won’t bend.
THE DEAD GAME
DANCE BENEATH THE LIGHTS
Source:pikachutwo
Dance beneath the bright lights,
Past the lifelike statues,
Figures entombed in glass,
As the dance floor grows bigger.
The music quickens its beat.
Couples twirl in circles.
The clock strikes midnight.
Let the games begin.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
Nook
AN OPEN BOOK
Can you see my innermost thoughts?
Some people hide their thoughts,
while others show every feeling.
Are you an open book?
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
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.
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.
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.
SUSANNE LEIST 