WILL YOU FIND TRUE LOVE?

 

1 frog Will you find true love?

 

 

Love grows.

Love’s fun.

It hurts

Me now.

THE DEAD GAME

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I AM OFF TO FLORIDA

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I’m off to Oasis, Florida.
We’ll see if there are demons,
flying creatures, & disappearing bodies.
I’ll find out the truth.
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A WALK BY THE SEA

A walk by the sea
is waiting for me.
Salt air in my hair,
Please come over here.
We should take this opportunity
before we can hit our next thirty.
Chances like this are rare.
We are are a lucky pair.
To walk along the beach,
so close within our...

 

A walk by the sea

is waiting for me.

Salt air in my hair,

Please come over here.

We should take this opportunity

before we can hit our next thirty.

Chances like this are rare.

We are are a lucky pair.

To walk along the beach,

so close within our reach.

 

THE OTHER SIDE

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THE OTHER SIDE

What’s on the other side?
Don’t be afraid or hide.
What will you see?
Will you be free?

Color replaces black.
But watch your friend’s back.
Night creatures out for fun.
In the Florida sun.

Mansions to explore.
Parties and much more.
One step at a time.
And follow this rhyme.

And soon you will be there.
Who knew it was so near?

THE DEAD GAME

AN ISLAND ESCAPE

An Island Escape

Take me away from a world without color,
A world where life is dull and grey.
I want to swim through the ocean’s waves,
Where rainbows can frolic and play.

The sun’s rays shimmer off the water,
Leaving trails of gold, yellow, and red.
Beacons of light for me to follow,
To a new land where to lay my head.

I fly through the rolling waves,
Touching down on a spot of land.
I am lifted by arms of fountains
And laid to rest on the pink sand.

Turtles scurry away from my hand.
Birds fly around as they have fun.
The waves recede in their farewell dance,
Leaving me alone in the sun.

Who lives on this small island?
It’s time for me to explore.
A hut of branches in a tree.
I must see if there is more.

The steps are pretty steep,
I climb and step inside.
The room is small and dark.
Who knows what it may hide?

I hear footsteps from the room beyond.
They’re coming closer to where I hide.
It’s too late to run for the door,
I must face whoever is inside.

He saunters into the room.
Candles and two places set.
He throws me a big grin,
As if I am his prized pet.

We both wait in silence.
He slowly moves toward me.
“I hope you like my surprise.”
I feel as cold as can be.

I don’t like surprises.
Especially from him.
He keeps me at arm’s​ length,
Not letting me in.

I lower my eyes
From the fire in his eyes.
They’re consuming me alive,
I’m burning up from his lies.

He makes an abrupt movement.
He strides across the room.
He kisses me with great passion
Under the blood red moon.

A PLACE OF FANTASY

A Place of Fantasy

A PLACE OF FANTASY

A place of fantasy there must be,
Where blues and green merge in the deep sea.

Clouds create formations into works of art,
Resembling soft cotton balls splitting apart.

I raise my face to the sunshine of the day,
The rays shooting sparks as they frolic and play.

The sand is soft beneath my feet,
Warming my body with its heat.

Come with me and enjoy the dazzling sun,
We’re sure to have fun till the day is done.

PINK FANTASY

Pink Castle

PINK FANTASY

I dream of a place
Where time stands still.
Petals fly from trees.
A pink hue cast on all.

Climb the stairs to the castle,
Where fantasies come to life.
The warm breeze carries music
On swirling rainbows of light.

Pretty maidens dance in circles
Around the courtyard of flowers.
Men become drunk on giggles
And flirty stares cast their way.

Who is the ruler of this paradise?
It is I, the dreamer of dreams.

BLACK AS NIGHT

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Dark as death,
Black as the night,
The evil one has come
For me tonight.

My heart pounds a beat.
He sees me and more.
He walks the dark street.
At night he’s the lore.

I cannot run.
I cannot even hide.
He knows my secrets.
He knows where I hide.

The roses are wilting.
They crumble​ in despair.
Their faces are tilting
Only black as they tear.

He has no footsteps.
He walks with the winds.
His body whispers past me.
Soft in the trade winds​.

He takes me in flight,
Up to the laughing moon.
I can’t see his face.
I’ll be his all too soon.

I close my eyes in defeat.
His cold lips crush mine.
I search for a way to retreat.
I search for a sign.​

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

THE DEAD GAME

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

Off to the gingerbread house, ​we go
On this fine fall day.
The country road yawns before us,
Pointing the way with pebbled arms.

Shana is laughing up a storm,
Similar to the one building around us.
Swirling gusts lead us by the hand
To a cottage made not by man.

The house floats in a dewy gauze of its own,
Shielded from any attacks or storms.
It glistens and shimmers in the fading light
As we draw closer to its unfailing might.

The front door opens at our approach,
An extended arm our only invitation.
I want to leave but Shana says,
“Linda, let’s see who lives inside.”

Before I could answer she walks in,
Leaving me alone in the dying day.
Pebbles unearth themselves in my direction
Until I’m forced to seek shelter inside.

An older couple wait for us,
Wearing clothes from days long gone.
They show us around their unusual home,
Where rooms are shrines to their grown children.

We are led to the attic to find a lone rocking chair,
Facing the forest and deserted country road.
The woman explains they are The Watchers,
Protecting the town from errant vampires.

My ears are ringing and my heart is pounding
As I listen to her words in disbelief.
She says there’s always a Watcher
Sitting in the rocking chair.

We don’t know whether to believe her story
But the chair begins to rock on its own.
​We flee the scene of our worst nightmare,
Determined never to return to this awful place.

Our games have just begun.

THE DEAD GAME