Source:carpetbones
From my small, bedroom window
I watch as the white clouds drift by,
Shadowing the world below.
Puffy cotton balls in the sky.
COTTON BALLS IN THE SKY
shadow
MOON SHADOW
My favorite poem. I had to share it again.
MOON SHADOW
I live in the shadow of the moon.
I have grown and sprouted much too soon.
I will try with all my might
To live in the bright sunlight.
I have grown and sprouted much too soon.
I will try with all my might
To live in the bright sunlight.
I close my eyes but yet I’m still here.
Sitting on a branch next to a pear.
My petals are white as snow
Because of this fact I know.
Sitting on a branch next to a pear.
My petals are white as snow
Because of this fact I know.
I will never be awake at day
No matter how hard I wish and pray.
For I live in the shadow of the moon
And I’m slated to sing the nightly tune.
No matter how hard I wish and pray.
For I live in the shadow of the moon
And I’m slated to sing the nightly tune.
SADNESS FOLLOWS ME
Source:mizakeuchiha
Sadness follows me
wherever I go.
It haunts me
in all its forms.
There’s no escape
from its long arms.
I close my eyes
to see its long shadow.
MOON SHADOW
I live in the shadow of the moon.
I have grown and sprouted much too soon.
I will try with all my might
To live in the bright sunlight.
I close my eyes but yet I’m still here.
Sitting on a branch next to a pear.
My petals are white as snow
Because of this fact I know.
I will never be awake at day
No matter how hard I wish and pray.
For I live in the shadow of the moon
And I’m slated to sing the nightly tune.
WHAT DO YOU SEE?
WHAT DO YOU SEE?
The mind is complex.
It stores information.
It reasons.
But it’s also creative.
I see a butterfly and its shadow.
Did my reasoning or past data
tell me this?
No.
It was the creative part of my brain,
working on over-drive.
What do you see?
DARK OF NIGHT
A shadow appears in the distance.
It’s dark like the night.
Who is it?
It looks human.
It is coming closer.
Even the grass is
trembling in fear.
Should I hide?
Or should I run?
Too late.
It’s here.
And I’m not anymore.
WHAT DO YOU SEE?
What do you see in the picture?
Do you only see a tree?
Or do you see more?
Do you see light peeking
out from the tree?
I see light and shadows
and a whole horror story.
But that’s just me.
EVIL IN PARADISE
End House at Oasis.
A house with a long and sordid history
of deaths and disappearances.
How could such a house be located
in paradise?
Below the mountain where the dismal house sits,
lies a picture perfect town with beautiful beaches.
Tourists flock to Oasis, Florida,
not knowing about the evil living nearby.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
WHAT SHADOW?
DID I SEE THAT?
WAS THAT A GIRL?
ARE THOSE SHADOWS FOLLOWING ME?
COME VISIT THE DEAD GAME
TO SEE WHAT IS REAL
AND WHAT IS AN ILLUSION.
THE DEAD GAME–a supernatural murder mystery.
Why are the streets of Oasis unsafe at night?
Who are The Dead? Why do they roam the streets after the sun sets on the picturesque town?
Are members of The Dead human or vampire?
Are they the ones killing the tourists?
Read and find out.
http://outskirtspress.com/thedeadgame
http://amazon.com/author/susanneleist
SUSANNE LEIST 