TIMES GONE BY

TIMES GONE BY

 

 

TIMES GONE BY

Once regal.

Once opulent.

Dancing under crystal chandeliers.

Parties until morning.

Now crumbling.

Falling apart.

Soon to be dust in the wind.

Moments in history.

Never to be heard from again.

A place of desolation.

Of times gone by.

Staircase buried under bricks.

Stairs to nowhere.

For no one.

TAKE ME TO HEAVEN

Take me to heaven.
I am ready.
I am finished.
Time to leave.
This life of strife.
Of sadness.
Of eternal woe.

Let me walk up the stairs.
Hear the sweet music.
And follow the bright light.
Make way for me.
For I am ready.
Ready to leave.
This life for the next.

Take me to heaven.
Where all woes are gone.
Sadness is only but a memory.
Take me through the pearly gates.
I am ready.
For the next stage.

I can hear the music.
I can see the light.
I am climbing the stairs.
No more woe for me.
Only happiness and bliss.

THE HOUSE

phoenix-in-ashes:

THE HOUSE

Enticing.
Dark.
Deserted.
Dusty.
Eerie.
So many words
to describe the house
and the winding staircase.
Afraid.
Alone.
Reluctant.
Uneasy.
Words to describe
how I feel inside
as I enter 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.

END HOUSE

End House sits alone and deserted.

Its shutters torn and hanging

from its broken windows.

Furniture upended.

Shattered pictures.

Shattered dreams.

What happened to the family

living here?

Open the door.

Walk up the battered staircase.

Past the broken statues.

Where did the family disappear to?

A house ravaged by a storm,

inside and out.

A storm not felt by neighbors

or the nearby town.

What happened here?

THE DEAD GAME

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THE EMPTY STAIRCASE

I close my eyes to sleep,

and what do I see?

The staircase from my past.

The stairs from my

elementary school.

I could still hear children’s voices

as they run up the stairs to classes.

I hear shouts as they run down

into the basement for lunch.

But I can’t see their faces.

I can only hear their voices.

All I see is the staircase,

waiting for me.

If I go back there, will

the dream go away?

Will new faces and voices

replace the old ones?

I’m too afraid to find out.

I don’t want new nightmares

to pile on top of the old ones.

So I’ll just go to sleep, and

dream about my empty staircase.

HUMAN NATURE

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photo todd eberle
the palace of itamaraty, brasilia
oscar niemeyer, 1970

Why make something simple

as stairs into a complicated statue?

Why create a staircase with twenty steps

when it only requires four steps?

As human beings we love to complicate

everything around us.

We search for the complex solution when

the simple answer is staring us right in the face.

Simple can be just as elegant and rewarding.

END HOUSE

END HOUSE

 

 

 

artchipel:</p> <p>END HOUSE</p> <p>This picture perfectly represents the scene where the young</p> <p>residents of Oasis entered End House for the first time.<br />               The deserted house stood alone at the edge of a steep cliff overlooking the ocean. No one was there to greet them except absolute quiet and darkness. It was supposed to have been a surprise party for them, but there was no host to greet them. There were no other guests.<br />               In the main hallway, a marble staircase faced them. Candles were lit on the staircase and along the house’s right hallway, daring them to venture farther into the house. The split up into two groups: the first group followed the candles downstairs; while the second group climbed the staircase to check out the upstairs.<br />               What lay ahead for this group of friends? Will they make it out alive from this house? Who is the mysterious host who had planned this fake party? Will there be games for them to play? And if so, will these games be innocent or deadly?<br />                  Read “The Dead Game” by Susanne Leist to find these answers and much more.<br /> http://outskirtspress.com/thedeadgame<br /> http://amazon.com/author/thedeadgame<br /> http://amzn.com/1478704489<br /> http://barnesandnoble.com/w/the-dead-game-susanne-leist/1116825442?ean=2940148410881
END HOUSE
  This picture perfectly represents the scene where the young residents of Oasis entered End House for the first time.

The deserted house stood alone at the edge of a steep cliff overlooking the ocean. No one was there to greet them except absolute quiet and darkness. It was supposed to have been a surprise party for them, but there was no host to greet them. There were no other guests.
In the main hallway, a marble staircase faced them. Candles were lit on the staircase and along the house’s right hallway, daring them to venture farther into the house. The split up into two groups: the first group followed the candles downstairs; while the second group climbed the staircase to check out the upstairs.
What lay ahead for this group of friends? Will they make it out alive from this house? Who is the mysterious host who had planned this fake party? Will there be games for them to play? And if so, will these games be innocent or deadly?

Read “The Dead Game” by Susanne Leist to find these answers and much more.

http://outskirtspress.com/thedeadgame
http://amazon.com/author/susanneleist
http://amzn.com/1478704489
http://barnesandnoble.com/w/the-dead-game-susanne-leist/1116825442?ean=2940148410881