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Quiver.
Flicker.
Shoot sparks.
Tremble.
Falter.
But always
give light.
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HOPE
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MURDERS AND LOVERS
Source: 4allgoodthings
Read a book by the warm fire.
Moments can’t get any brighter.
Let the snow fall outside.
I will keep warm inside.
No need to fight the drifts.
I’ll stay with the misfits.
The ones who prefer books
that grab you with their hooks.
The fire is getting low.
The winds are about to blow.
I snuggled further beneath the covers
as I read about murders and lovers.
I CRY ALONE IN THE NIGHT
I cry alone in the dark of night.
The sun refuses to share the light.
Lit by a fire from within.
Moonlight hits me like a sharp pin.
I grow paler by the day.
In this world, I cannot stay.
Without light, I will die.
My white petals will fly.
I’m left to be a thin stick
As I grow tired and sick.
BURNING
Hell has arrived.
Burning in its chair.
Impatient for victims.
Restless to the bone.
Burning bright.
Filling the dark.
Red and yellow sparks.
Sizzling.
Hot.
THE DEAD are here.
THE DEAD GAME
(Source: rozaleria)
RETREAT
RETREAT
A place for our dreams,
An earthly retreat.
Follow my heart’s beat.
Can you feel the heat?
The earth is alive.
Its core is on fire.
Come with me, darling.
I feel your desire.
It’s all too soon gone.
The door is closing.
It’s being washed out
By the sea’s hosing.
Don’t run from the truth.
Please come back to me.
You can’t turn away.
I know you love me.
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.
LIGHT MY FIRE
Baby, light my fire.
Don’t fan my ire.
Please me instead.
I’ll warm your bed.
A creature I might be.
I need to be set free.
To show my love for you
In a world made for two.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
WHAT IF
WHAT IF
What if the sun exploded?
The day began as all others.
The sun rose and shined its light.
As the day wore on, the sun grew hotter.
Steamier.
It radiated shades of red and orange.
Heat slew off its sides.
Until it exploded.
Hot balls of fire crashed to earth.
Darkness soon fell across the globe.
The moon hid its face.
It wasn’t ready to rule.
Who would save the earth,
Warm the earth,
And provide the needed sunshine?
The moon stepped forward.
It puffed up its face,
Then it blew out hot steam.
“You’re hired,” mankind shouted.
The moon replaced the sun.
Twenty four hours a day.
No time off.
No rest for the weary moon.
But a lot of grumbling.
So we ask: What if the sun exploded?
We would be in trouble.
Stuck with the moon for sunshine.
Sun, we bow to you in gratitude
For all that you do for us.
DREAM ON
Dream a little dream.
An orange sun
Setting over the ocean.
A jagged cliff
Showcasing a lighthouse.
A light casting its glow,
While waiting for a ship.
Waves lapping at the rocks,
Trying to climb the steep fortress.
Clouds rolling in over the mountain,
Attempting to hide the light.
The red ball slowly falling,
Losing some of its fire.
A ship appearing in the distance,
Seeking the lone light.
The light blinking in sequence,
A lighthouse’s signal.
Dream on.
A PICTURE COMES TO LIFE
Please follow me Through the colors. Past shimmering glass And stacks of crayons.
The blue glass mirrors Puffy cotton balls. Scraggly arms reach high to the ball of fire.
Can you hear the drums? Flight of winged creatures. Soaring high above, too close to the fire.
Come closer and see What my minds has wrought. A scene near and dear. To my thoughts and dreams.
