THOSE BLUEBELLS

1 blue bells

 

Bluebells to ring in the summer

when life can be such a bummer.

Tiny lights to brighten the day.

I’m happy they are here to stay.

Sweet fragrance sent from the Almighty.

Soothing music to calm the mighty.

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DUST IN THE WIND

 

I’m alone

Beneath a tree

In a garden.

No sounds

But birds chirping.

The smell of grass

in the warm air.

What is that sound?

The wind rustling the leaves.

Beautiful.

Relaxing.

Perfect.

The sun retreats.

 

Footsteps draw near.

Too dark to see who it is.

It can’t be.

I’m now dust in the wind.

BLUE SEA

A garden of delight for me,

In colors of the deep blue sea.

In my mind’s eye I can see

Myself falling into thee.

In the shade of the plum tree

I’ll wait until you’ll come to me.

We’ll fly away to be free

To the waves of the blue sea.

OPEN THE DOOR

flowersgardenlove:

A closed door.

It can open to many things.

It can lead to a garden of flowers.

It can also lead to unspeakable horrors.

What are you in the mood for?

Do you want pretty flowers, 

or do you want to explore the unknown?

The choice is yours.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

http://www.amazon.com/author/susanneleist

http://www.outskirtspress.com/thedeadgame

IT SITS ALONE IN THE GARDEN

 

How sad is this statue?

Tears dripping down its body.

It sits alone in the garden.

A heart frozen to its core.

 

Its eyes closed in sadness.

For a savior long and gone.

It sits alone in the garden.

Waiting for help from beyond.

 

Tears fall ever so slowly.

Freezing close to the ground.

It sits alone in the garden.

Its silent sighs in the wind.

 

It bows its head in prayer.

For a savior not found.

It sits alone in the garden.

No one else around.

 

DARKNESS MY ONLY FRIEND

 

A moonlit garden.

Rose bushes follow

the meandering paths.

Wind rustles the leaves

of the towering oak trees.

The guests are inside.

Dancing to the music.

Twirling around the dance floor.

Darkness is my friend.

It waits in the shadows.

I walk farther from the house.

A cry breaks through the silence.

I look up.

A clearing ahead

holds statues.

One is bent over.

Crying.

Tears falling on white stone.

She lifts her head.

Darkness descends at last.

THE DEAD GAME

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GARDEN OF DELIGHT

 

A garden of delight for me.

In colors of the deep blue sea.

In my mind’s eye I can see.

Myself falling into thee.

In the shade of the plum tree

I’lll wait and you’ll come to me.

We’ll fly away to be free.

To the waves of the blue sea.

 

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FOLLOW THE LIGHTS

halftimeprincess: Art by Augusto Peixoto @ IrondoomDesign DEVIANTART

FOLLOW THE LIGHTS

Follow the lights to the house of glass.

There will be much splendor in the grass.

Lights in the trees as far as the eye could see.

A more decadent event there could not be.

Champagne will be flowing until the wee hours.

Come with me and dance among the pretty flowers.

This room full of guests gives me a chill.

Maybe we should leave I’ve had my fill.

Eyes are following us in the room.

They will be upon us all too soon.

The guests are not what they appear.

Beneath they are just bones and hair.

THE DEAD GAME
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LOST IN OASIS

Killer Daisies

The cold cuts through me.
My nightgown thin protection.
The dark my sworn enemy.
How am I here?
On the ground of the estate,
roaming the night. 

Tall flowers looming in front of me.
Silly grins on their dark faces.
Reaching for me with stick arms.
Still and silent at day.
Stalkers by night.

Let me go.
Back to my warm bed.
To the time before nightmares.
To the time before The Dead.

I want to dream of parties.
Picnics by the shore.
A sun-drenched paradise of white sand.
A safe haven for residents.

What has happened to my safe haven?
The dark has taken over my poor town.
No more parties.
No more picnics.
Only deadly games.

Check and mate.
The Dead are here to stay.

THE DEAD GAME

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Nook

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