Source:weza777
Sit by the shore.
I don’t need more.
The orange sun sets for me.
I’m as happy as can be.
Florida is paradise.
Its sand feels smooth and so nice.
The nights might be cold.
Demons roam I’m told.
But enjoy the salty air.
Until the vampires come near.
THE DEAD GAME
A wave hits me in the face.
I can’t keep up with its pace.
It thrashes against the shore.
Making me want so much more.
They come from the deep.
They come when you sleep.
On waves of ice and stone,
They’ll burn you to the bone.
Fire burns hot in the ice.
It doesn’t feel so nice.
When it hits your body,
Time for them to party.
The Dead love to eat.
Humans their best treat.
Stay far from the shore,
Or they’ll ask for more.
THE DEAD GAME
Photo taken by @bradytookanotherphoto.
A few steps to paradise.
A hop.
A skip.
A jump.
To the shore.
To the sand.
To the ocean.
To paradise.
Don’t let it slip
through your fingers.
Portovenere, Italy ~ Luca Libralato
Brush strokes of blue and gray
to fill in the puffy clouds.
Crayon swipes of teal and aquamarine
to meet at the neverending horizon.
Each wave swell of the purest white
to rise from the depths of dark blue.
My fingers reach for the canvas.
My eyes travel to the brushes.
I shake my head.
No painting is needed.
No copy to diminish the essence
of a perfect summer day at the shore.
CRASHING WAVES
Waves crashing to shore.
I want more and more.
The mist in my face
Keeps me in this place.
The tides dare to peak,
Lulling me to sleep.
This is my spot for now.
Waves, I refuse to bow.
I stand strong on the rocks,
Time passes on the clocks.
Deserted house I might be,
But I stand alone and free.
The waves rise in anger.
The sky burns red.
Birds flee from their perches.
Animals run for hiding.
The tides bring death.
Dark creatures soar from the deep.
They converge on our town
On horseless chariots.
Dark shadows roam the streets.
Tourists grabbed for their deadly games.
All evidence wiped clean in the morning
Of their deadly rampage through town.
THE DEAD GAME
Source: hiraeeeth
Night drifts closer.
Black replaces blue.
Clouds fall slowly.
A dark day for you.
Grey clouds soak the pink.
The waves hit the shore.
I know what you think.
You can’t take much more.
Truth is hard to bear.
Our town lost its glow.
Nightwalkers are here.
Lost to the dark foe.
THE DEAD GAME
anthony-samaniego
lake bear big
FREE AT LAST
Slow is the course of your waves.
Colors of the deep lie by my feet.
Your soothing laps bring me peace.
I must swim out to see whom I meet.
Your cold envelopes my stiff body.
Soon I am immersed in your cocoon.
I dive down deep below the surface.
I won’t be returning all too soon.
Trying to outrun my demons,
I swim faster from the shore.
I leave behind my enemies.
I don’t need them anymore.
I’m free at last from my problems
As I stroke hard away from humanity.
No one is waiting for me back home.
I’m free to float away for eternity.
Source: zoiodlula
The waves cascade forth.
Carrying their baggage to shore.
Debris of lives gone by.
Muted colors of the pink sky.
Seaweed tickles my toes.
Shells crunch beneath my heels.
A display of humanity.
Sprinkles through my hand.
