Who will save our town?
I stand in my gown,
gazing at the masked guests,
wondering who gives the tests.
The one who runs the evil game
and brought to our town deadly fame.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
neighbors
MY STORY
(Source: melisica)
All stories have an end.
This is mine.
I live behind this door.
No one visits.
As footsteps draw near,
I look out the peephole.
I never answer the bell.
I slink away into my dungeon
of lost hopes and dreams.
Neighbors stay away.
My family doesn’t care.
Would you?
ALL STORIES HAVE AN END
Source:melisica
All stories have an end.
This is mine.
I live behind this door.
No one visits.
As footsteps draw near,
I look out the peephole.
I never answer the bell.
I slink away into my dungeon
of lost hopes and dreams.
Neighbors stay away.
Family doesn’t care.
Would you?
STAND STRONG
I stand alone.
Alone for all time.
No neighbors for me.
No friends for sport.
The wind thrashes.
It hits against my edges.
But I continue to stand.
To stand strong.
FEAR
Looks like a nice house.
On a quiet street.
No neighbors nearby.
No is ever seen walking in or out.
Who lives there?
Why don’t we find out?
Let’s take a walk down the path.
Hey, where did you go?
I thought so.
No one is brave enough.
Except for me.
So long, see you later.
I’m going into the house.
TAKE ME TO PARADISE
TAKE ME TO PARADISE
I came to Oasis for the trade winds.
I left New York for Florida,
Opened a bookstore in the small town,
Made new friends.
Life was perfect.
Tourists flocked to the Oasis Hotel,
Where they swam and sunbathed,
While they watched the waves roll in.
Then I heard the rumors.
Saw the dead body.
Life wasn’t so perfect anymore.
Oasis was a town of secrets.
Should I stay or should I go?
I love this town.
I love my friends and clients.
But the nights bring dark shadows.
A town of contradictions.
A town of terrors.
What to do?
I must decide soon.
THE DEAD GAME
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DREAM A DREAM
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by belu gheorghe
A small cabin perched on a green hill.
The closest house is on the nearby hill.
Quiet rules the day.
The sun shines bright and clear.
The wind ruffles the slope of green grass.
The lone tree beckons for someone to
sit beneath it.
To sit in its shade with a book in one hand
and a glass of lemonade in the other.
Come and join my dream.
FEARS
Looks like a nice house.
It’s on a quiet street with
no neighbors nearby.
No is ever seen walking in or out.
Who lives there?
Or what lives there?
Why don’t we walk down
the path and find out?
Hey, where did you go?
I thought so.
No one is brave enough
to find out.
Except for me.
So long, see you later.
I’m going into the house.
THE SIMPLE LIFE
We don’t need all the fancy
trappings that come with our
hectic lives.
Imagine living by the ocean
with endless views of the sky and water.
A boat to take us where we need to go.
The cry of the seagull ringing in our ears.
No big houses with empty rooms
or over-sized electronic devices.
Peace and quiet will soothe our nerves.
We would be able to write and create
to our heart’s desire.
We would feel fulfilled.
No worries about keeping up with the neighbors
for our neighbors will have what we have:
A comfortable home with free time to
enjoy life for the first time.
SUSANNE LEIST 
