Via uosandiego
The sky is pink overhead.
I will try to lift my head.
Waves lap at the shore.
I can’t take much more.
I can feel the sand.
Please give me your hand.
I must see this before it’s too late,
And I am waiting at heaven’s gate.
BLUE DEPTHS
Falling to the deep.
I cannot find sleep.
I thrash in the cold.
In the devil’s hold.
Water covers my face.
A dark and creepy place.
I struggle for air.
Current takes my hair.
I’m drowning in my bed.
It is all in my head.
Lost and alone in my head,
Can’t fall asleep in my bed.
Waves crashing in my mind,
Death is all I can find.
Take a walk on the beach I’m told
To clear the cobwebs from their hold.
But here I’m alone with the surf,
Lost and alone on my own turf.
The boat’s fog horn echoes my grief,
A loss profound beyond belief.
The soulful sound takes me away
To times more happy I can say.
To times when you held me
And told me you loved me.
Those times are gone for good,
Forget I know I should.
At night when I close my eyes to sleep,
All I can see is our love so deep.
As hard as I might try,
I can’t let go and fly.
So here I walk on the beach,
Knowing you’re out of my reach.
But still I yearn and burn
For a love I can’t earn.
INTO THE FOREST
I will lie down on the forest floor.
I could not ask for anything more.
A soft bed to hold my head.
Flowers to cover me red.
The night turns windy and chilly.
At least it’s not too hilly.
The moon is moving into place.
I’m beginning to fear this place.
Time for me to go home.
No time for me to roam.
I hope to meet only friend, not foe.
Too bad I forgot which way to go.
Do you feel invisible?
People walk by you in the street,
and don’t bother to say hello.
They don’t bother to
acknowledge your existence.
Who are they to think
so highly of themselves?
Are they any better than you?
Have they discovered
the cure for cancer?
No.
But they think they’re better.
Just an illusion.
Just a misconception of themselves
and their self-worth.
Don’t allow them to put you down.
If you do, then you’re giving them
power they don’t deserve.
Don’t ignore them.
Don’t play their game.
Look them in the eye and force them
to acknowledge your existence.
Hold your head high.
What’s in my head?
Do you see anything?
Can you see my hidden thoughts?
Some people can hide their thoughts,
while others have every thought
plastered on their face.
I’d rather be with someone who’s
an open book than a secretive and
closed minded one.
Do you ever hear a voice in your head
yelling at you when no one is around?
You are sitting alone in a room.
It is quiet except for this irritating voice.
Who is the voice in your head?
My voice belongs to my husband.
Try music to drown it out.
I’M SO EXCITED TO SEE YOU!
SUSANNE LEIST 