DANCE FOR ME
Elevate your body through the air.
Lift up your fins.
Your pointy face to the sky.
Dance for me.
Let the water flow down.
Back into the ocean.
But keep yourself high above all else.
Dance for me.
Give me your wicked smile.
A little laugh.
Show me your endless joy.
Dance for me.
I want to see your special dance.
A clap or two.
A little twist for me.
Dance for me.
I sing my song.
I can’t be wrong.
I am king of the day
Until I fly away.
Can anything be as pretty as me?
What about the flower on this tree?
I will fly high to get it.
This hummingbird will reach it.
It tastes so good in my tummy.
Who knew it would be so yummy?
HIDDEN
I walk with the living at day,
They do not hear a word I say.
They believe I’m alive like them,
But I’m stronger than any men.
I run like the wind past the trees,
Fly through the sky faster than bees.
My true self is hidden away,
I might be a little fey.
At night I walk with others,
They’re close to me like brothers.
Whom am I? you might ask.
I might take you to task.
Take care not to open that door,
You’ll be in hell forever more,
THE DEAD GAME
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A BORING AFTERNOON AT THE PET STORE
A boring afternoon at the pet store.
“What to do? What to do?”
the white cat pondered to herself.
The only movement was an annoying fly.
It flew around the store.
The four kittens followed the fly with their eyes.
In fact, they couldn’t keep their eyes off it.
The fly was black and furry.
It had unusual yellow stripes down its back.
The smallest cat wanted it for a new baby brother.
The Tom cat wanted to swat the thing with his tail.
The fly finally landed.
On the Tom cat’s nose.
“Ouch,” Tom cat screamed out.
“It bit me!” he said while rubbing his nose.
Fluffy, the big white cat, ran over to Tom.
She said,”It didn’t bite you but stung you.”
“Oh no! Oh no! What should I do?”
Tom ran around in circles.
The white cat moved closer to look at his nose.
“It’s fine. If it swells, we’ll put ice on it. It looks better
than the poor fly.”
The four cats looked down at the fly lying on the ground.
“It gave its life so it could sting you,” Fluffy said.
“But why would it do that?” Tom looked confused.
“It’s the way of life,” Fluffy said in a sad voice.
“I know! We should bury it with a service and all.”
The little voice came from the youngest kitten.
They all agreed with him.
Not having a yard for a burial, they wrapped the fly
in a tissue and were going to flush it down the toilet.
But first, the youngest, Squeaky, said a few words.
Squeaky was sad that the fly didn’t even have a name.
“Let’s call her Miss Bee,” Fluffy suggested to the group.
“Why? It was a fly.” Squeaky was upset.
“No, my dear, she was a bee. And that is why she stung Tom.”
Squeaky began to cry.
After wiping his nose and eyes, Squeaky agreed to call
her Miss Bee.
“Goodbye, Miss Bee. We’re sorry we didn’t get to know you
better. I hope you make friends in your new life.”
With that said, Squeaky flushed the toilet and watched
Miss Bee float away to her new life.
“Goodbye Miss Bee,” Squeaky said. “We’ll miss you.”
We have reached the edge.
Nowhere left to go.
We escaped the party.
The deadly game from hell.
Let’s jump into the ocean.
Swim our way down the shore.
To the beach filled with tourists.
Where help will be on the way.
We can’t return to End House.
Evil house of illusions.
Filled with traps and dead bodies.
No way are we going back.
Come and take my hand.
Let’s fly off the rocks.
We’ll soar through the air.
Like a pair of white doves.
Footsteps behind us.
Flying creatures above.
Time is now or never.
For us to take our chance.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
I want to walk through a meadow of flowers,
breathing in the sweet taunting fragrance.
I want to let my hair down to fly free
as the warm breeze tickles my hot skin.
I want to lie down on the soft yellow pillows,
my face to the sun looking down from above.
I want to be lost in the sea of flowers,
Where no one will ever find me again.
TO BE FREE
I want to be free.
I need to be free.
To fly far away.
Above all else.
To soar high above.
To peer down.
Through the mighty clouds.
Upon all else.
My wings are spreading.
My head held high.
Feathers to the wind.
Face to the sun.
Goodbye to all.
Goodbye to the mundane.
Goodbye to the everyday.
Goodbye to all else.
by: (Antonio Carrillo)
In the field of blue
I will roam.
In the ocean of flowers
I will be free.
In the sunshine
I will soar.
In this world
I will be happy.
Yes.
I will.
I am smoke.
I am air.
Watch me fly.
Through the air.
Hold my breath.
Head held high.
You are alive.
And so am I.
