A HOUSE OF ICE

 

A house of ice

is temporary.

Once the sun shines,

its bricks melt.

Similar to a house of lies.

Once the lies are uncovered,

the structure collapses.

An unstable foundation

isn’t built to last.

PLAY ME

 

The house sits empty.

Deserted for years.

Dust its sole visitor.

The piano waits for a voice.

Someone to play its keys.

One last song before it’s too late.

Before its beauty is lost.

Before it joins the dust.

Play me.

COLOR TO THE WHITE

Source:birdasaurus

 

 

Bring a little color to the white,

Cascade down the bricks every night.

Roses will soon bring red to the scheme,

Adding so much more to the scene.

THE HOUSE

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An entity all its own.

A living,

breathing

force.

The walls hold secrets

of times gone by,

memories of long ago.

The house keeps

its secrets close.

DARK HOUSE

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DARK HOUSE

Enticing.
Dark.
Deserted.
Dusty.
Eerie.
So many words
to describe the house.
Afraid.
Alone.
Reluctant.
Uneasy.
Too many words to describe
how I feel inside this house.
I will take it step by step.
One creaky step
followed by another.
Until I make it to the top.
What will I find there?
Creak, creak.
We will find out together.
Creak, creak.
Those weren’t my creaks.
I’m not alone in the house.
I’m leaving.
Bye.

KNOCK KNOCK

 

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2983 by peter holme iii

A house with personality,

Its own unique character,

Sitting on a rise of land.

Watching.

Waiting.

Maybe it isn’t the house,

who is watching and waiting,

but the character who lives inside.

Trick or treat.

 

STANDS ALONE

 

The house stands

alone and deserted,

dark and forlorn.

The moon casts its glow

through the tall windows.

Shadows fall on the

shiny wood floors.

Mice scurry from sight.

Dust flies through the air.

The wind whistles through

the cavernous rooms.

Rooms that had once held people,

furniture, and signs of life.

Signs of laughter and hope.

Now the house sits alone and dark.

What could have brought it

to such an end?

Has death entered this house?

Bringing with it sickness and sorrow.

Or has the family simply moved away?

A house holds secrets,

close to its heart.

Secrets that lie buried

beneath its floors

and foundation.

Be careful where you dig.

You might not like

what you find.

SHINE A LIGHT

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Artist: Aimee Cozza

Tumblr: http://the9mm.tumblr.com/

 

In the midst of darkness

shines a house of lights.

Trudging through the snow

we can see spots of hope.

Who lives in this place?

Who shines a light for us?

A door opens in welcome.

All is right with the world.

ONE WINDOW

 

 

One  window among many.

One window to the world.

Looking out to the darkness.

Alone.

Waiting.

Looking out to the darkness.

Waiting for something.

Or maybe someone.

 

THE HOUSE

Source:florpoetis

 

 

A house sitting alone.

Keeping its secrets close.

Watching all who pass.

Taking all who enter.

Living.

Breathing.

Waiting.

Do we dare?

How could we not?

End House in Oasis.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

http://myBook.to/TheDeadGame 
http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj