COLORS ON MY MIND
Picture a flower growing from the sea.
Can there be a prettier sight to see?
Flower bubbles float ashore.
Who do you think they are for?
This is what I need for today.
Pastel colors to soothe my stay.
Pinks and blues mix well together.
I can look at them forever.
A perfect oasis on the shore.
You could not ask for anything more.
Sun and surf during the day,
But at night there’s hell to pay.
The waves welcome daily swimmers,
But at night there are no winners.
Afraid to venture out after dark,
Residents stay clear of the town park.
One night, a hanging party is had
By the dark creatures who are plain bad.
Our town is plagued by darkness and woe.
We don’t even know who is our foe.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
We have reached the edge.
Nowhere left to go.
We escaped the party.
The deadly game from hell.
Let’s jump into the ocean.
Swim our way to shore.
To the beach filled with tourists.
Where help can be found.
We can’t return to End House.
The evil house of illusions.
Filled with traps and dead bodies.
We will never return.
Come, take my hand.
Let’s fly off the rocks.
Soar through the air.
Like a pair of white doves.
Footsteps behind us.
Creatures fly above.
The time is now or never.
To take our chance.
THE DEAD GAME
The sea churns.
It burns with anger.
Waves of passion.
Ready to strike.
It will hit the shore.
So be prepared.
The Dead return.
For you and me.
PREY FOR THE DEAD
Book Two of THE DEAD GAME Series now available.
The sun hides its head
While the waves rage on.
The clouds turn away
While blood rushes on.
The moon shies away
While the tide meets rock.
Faces hide in vain
While the seas bring the pain.
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A few steps to paradise.
A hop.
A skip.
A jump.
To the shore.
To the sand.
To the ocean.
To paradise.
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The rustle of the grass
as I make my way past.
The hard waves against the shore
echo memories and more.
The soft feel of the white sand
as I touch toes to the land.
The cries of the seagulls
as they dip to check holes.
A harmony of the senses.
A feast to cover all tenses.
Past, present, future converge
to bring pleasure to this splurge.
